My First Spoken Word. This one is dedicated to My cousin Dominic he was the only one who 'liked' this poem on Facebook when I originally posted it there. Thank you
"If I'm not rooted I'm gonna fall!!" <3
A wiseman once told me as he sat next to me. What did he mean? With this constant Feeling like I'm falling; I found my self thinking deeper. I kept on falling. I was Feeling doom on the Downbeat! I saw the drama of light and shade and all the grey realities that I encountered along the way. Every beat I had made had connected me with another. It seemed like I was always moving along to the beat that went on. A celebration of this process is the beautiful breakdown and exquisite unravelling of revelations that comes from Life's Syncopated Rhythms. I saw the world from under the bill of my hat. Life's obscurities takes a right, as mine turns left. Unpredictable as always! My left turn takes me into the belly of the what life has created for me! A misunderstood beast of man. Savage and emotional. Always Blinded by the hunger for love. But, never finding love. Never understood why? This beast of a man lives only to love. One rule. One dimension. Suffocation is the downfall of a battle well fought. The beat of my own drum must go on.
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