Poetry Flow

Read them to yourself with passion and witness the spark that happens. Poetry the music withen me has not a drum but is in so many ways a percussion instrument with infinite tones and vibrations. Playing it's melody not with strings but words and most likely more words to relate them. In such that it educates our minds to a better way of feeling not just a better disguise designed to hide. What's to say the meaning in our life isn't just to live free with self love. Honoring our ability to spread that overtime. Meanwhile being shore to produce something greater then myself. A timeless respect for the light that pushes outward as to breach this circuit of inner hells when they breath in it sickens me with the smell. This profligate self pity and defeat. Still being to sharp minded to be dull witted one feels the need to rise as I reach. I realized history never shows the faces of the inspired that teach we're he gets his keys from why his notes are deep; Ol Hurt Himself ; just to show and tell his scares to the world. When he speaks his words transcend unique why'll still touching you in the most current and personal ways hopefully helping one carry on as if you felt the daylight still left in the day and the reason it's warm. A worthy virtuoso like a rare mixture of every poet having something to say at the same time being born but what impact what that have on a boy with no liking of the storm those clouds that raising hell and make cowards of there loins.one single cell looking for a free from this project colored world of poverty. What brain food when children in the sub city don't what of these such safety's you feel on your own but then again what good is space when one refuses to grow. Dont fear greatness inevitabley it is places  withen us as individual  to be spacious. Even gracious at many points of time. over peeked with joy so strong tears I begin to cry. I love my life and all the people in it because I remember them all like paint to composition