Description: this is more like a poetic vision
that tracks the steps of my poetic evolution...
elohim means god or god of gods in hebrew...
& if you have never tasted castor oil...
youll never get it...
The Evolution of a Poet -------------------------------------------
This is the first cycle of...
the evolution of a poet...
Following the musical impression's
bread crumbs
along the road
paved in notes
I...
swiftly came across
a recently unearthed
treasure box.
filled past the rim
with gems of
mental medicinal medicine.
opened it
so many jewels
2 choose.
an the light just radiated
off the skin...
&..
there layed also
a rolled papyrus leaf scroll.
as I read
a alternate voice
resonated in my head,
then every letter began 2
illuminate an levitate.
the voice said...
"Whom shall ever take
these in hand ...& masters the craft
may someday become
The Lungs of the Earth an
beyond..."
"If you are ready...
2 be...the lamb.
chose your 1st
stylistic poetic jewel.
Do...elohimswork
now breath in it...."
You
have
just given birth 2...
Cognac Poetry
grab you scepter an
lets begin...
The style...was
smooth
well aged & it
swished around
the rim of the mouth...
real nice.
it was...cool
classy exterior
barrel vintage taste.
& I'm having
deep aspirations
of being more than
200 fathoms...
while piercing
only a milameter
of the mental crust...
&...it
strolled like this...
"Whispering angel
Showering honey mellon ecstasy
Enveloped in black silk
Encompassed in the sound of creation
Earth born Devinity...
Thank You...
4 lyrical utopia..."
Now there's...
no surprise
it was
easy on the eye's
an soft on the drums.
but...
when you try 2 taste...
it left you with that
castor oil face...
clarity lost...in its
dark ambers...
so...
what do I do...
shed some cranial weight
kick out stress an
lay upon tranquilities
warming sands...
then...
navigate onto
cycle 2
the 2nd jewel.
repeat the breath step
for...
The emaculant conception of
The V-O-D-K-A- Poetry
magnify...
adjust focus...
syphon through
various
wavelengths an frequencies
at maxium velocity
to reach
beyond cranial compacity
to further
dial into my...
pool
clarity
coming in clearer.
I'm...
boring past the mantle
getting closer 2 the core.
"here we go..."
Travel back through
chords & chorus's.
reach into
the great void 4
verses & limericks
manipulate the clay
while its still
in its infancy state
add my spirit
2 it...
now
a idea for
1 spawns 2
2 becomes 4.
its getting crazy
I'm all over the page
losing focus
its organize confusion.
thats why I...
sleep with a
ballpoint scepter
at my side
at all times
incase i have 2
slay a ryhme.
&...
in the event
the words come
storming in
torrents of torrential rain
I'm...ready...
"I can feel it...
its comin...
I feel it comin
its comin down...
gotta hurry up an get it down
before it
returns back
to the great void..."
"concentrate...concentrate"
in this form...
I...am...
flesh turned vessel
4 the creator to
funnel through.
Suspend time
by repeating
the same track...
Just another
madd lyrical scientist in the lab
piecing together
his Frankenstein.
"Its alive....Its alive...."
put the sign up...high...
"please...do not disturb"
I'm mixing together a
word play elixar
thats bound to have my poetry
so deep...
I'm going to have 2 add
bouyancy to my words...
The compositions...
getting longer.
take the ice out
to make it stronger.
no need to further
dilute the solution...
I wanna get'em...
Sky High...
but now...
its like...
the longer i write
the more blurry the vision gets.
-The Intervention-
The most-high
talks to the poem.
the words converses with
me & the rhyme...
then "P" decides
he wants to get sober...
So I'm...
picking up the
literary pieces
to add
to the finishin pieces
to the puzzle.
so i can...
move onto
the next stage
of the phase for the
3rd jewel.
but 1st ...
-The Cleansing-
Were I bridge the gap
between water an lyric
then body & spirit
to reconnect
with the god within.
bypass information
to feed
the mind knowledge
pray 4 wisdom.
discharge impurities
2 acquire
the ability 2...
emulate a
gaile force wind
with a pen...
my
poetic salvation
no longer a oasis.
it now
consists of...
the proper
minerals & nutrients needed
to be ushured
2 the masses
as libation...
as...levitical libation...
my salvation is...
the 3rd jewel.
breath in
to flow out
The Water Poetry...
& this...is...
The Evolution of a Poet....
& coming soon to a globe near you...
the universal...
the meditation...
the most high spoken word...
I look at this more or less like you are trying to get the many flavors of poetry here. As though....it can be dark like Cognac....or light such as vodka. The poem itself can cause intoxication do to the complexity of what you are defining here. I may of course be taking this completely wrong....but....everybody is entitled to their own point of view right?! LMFAO!
In this I see that you are trying to create a masterpiece...such as your Frankenstein....you are trying to get whoever reads what you write to another level. As though...just by reading they are in fact gettin high...
I think that you have conquered just that with this write. In the end....Water poetry....cleansing. As though....all dehydration will be gone by the time the end is reached.
I feel as though I completely misinterpreted what you were saying here.....but.....atleast now you know what I got out of it! Ha!
Much love. You have an artistic abiity that goes above and beyond!
Yeah,that throat scortching stuff does make a poet lazy. Like forgetting to edit for spelling,punctuation and substituting 2 for two. Tell me how can Cognac turn to vodka.
Submission Name: The Evolution of a Poet
