Hazel Move...

Hazel Move...

A Poem by Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX

"sorting

through

the life

chorus

days of indigo

come

into scope"

 

witch Hazel...

 

"Hazel Indigo"

 

when

i was indigo

blu notes

of sorts

imported 2

emotional ports

 

the effect

 

emotional sorts"

 

chance across

with no...

hint of chance

 

a

romance of sorts

correlating

the theme

of the chorus

 

emotions

emotional

oceanic voyages

 

on the

high sea's

her

high sea's

crash

upon me

mashin me against

the mast

 

swallowed up in her mass

mastic madness

 

yet...

 

loved her

love her...i

loved Hazel

 

eye's hazel

 

my

very own

personal

demon 2 love

 

my familia

 

she's

oooh...so

familiar

 

my...

Linus blanky

a...fly

ugly Cosby sweater

 

who said

it wasnt strange

 

yeah...

she brought me pain 

 

questions arise

 

dont you

have 2 endure

2 gain

 

so...

isnt

suffering the same

 

yeah...

its strange

 

2 hold

onto pain

 

&...

 

of us

 

some

of us

hold on

holding on

onto the pain

becuz

its hurts

2 much

2 let go

an change...

 

"when i was indigo

i was...

indigo"

 

&...

 

as i

reminisce

on

remanants

of shades

of Witch Hazel

 

"Hazel Indigo"

 

deja vu

 

enters

the view

 

a disfunctional

long

interview

 

when

i was indigo

felt i, 

her there

 

sort of

like a

filled

4X4

smokers room

thick haze

 

razor blade

blaze

of the eye'z

 

choke

just 2 cope

 

"had

days of indigo

when is was

indigo

an now

im...

in the go

on the go

 

movin...

 

no more

standin still"

 

still...

 

still waitin

 

on the fence

straddlin

the fence

 

the shadow

knows

so

the shadow's

echo

goes...

 

"letz  fence...

en garde"

 

on my guard

 

he shook

the fence

intently tense

 

lookin

intensely tense

 

big

chunks of beef

exit his teeth

he's

not mincing

a thing

 

"you dont

have 2 fight

yourself

2 get yourself

right...

get...yo'self right"

 

"Damn...

he's right yo..."

 

soooO

 

no more

emotoinal stand stills

 

still...

 

still waitin

 

waitin 4

situations

2 resolve

 

im disolving

 

CLOSOURE

 

stamp case

closed...

 

"sorting

through

my life

chorus

days of indigo

come

into scope

 

witch Hazel"...

 

"Hazel Indigo"

 

"when

i was indigo

blu notes

of sorts

imported 2

emotional ports

 

the effect

 

emotional sorts"

 

an now

im...

in the go

on the go 

 

movin...

 

so im movin

 

movin"

 

rest

the white horse

off

the white horse

let

her graze

i wanna

walk

a good part

of the way

 

the good part

of the way

 

on my way...

makin wayz

4 a better way

 

&...

 

there's a

different view

when your

not so

high...

 

leave

the saddle

an bags

 

dont need

2 b

saddled

with bags

 

just

the flesh

an a

bare soul

 

want i...a

"air mind"

 

so...i

gotta find

the space

2

clear mine

2

air mine

 

chime

back in

 

your @

a standstill

you

stand still

yet life

still moves

on by

 

smuggly

 

without

even

wavin bye

 

you...STILL

 

doin things

Kweli style

"just... 2 get by"

 

still

standin still

in the

window sill

watchin

her drift

on by

 

"i wanna

know her

like

Noah knew him"

 

so i

feed

the self

gems

listen 2

hip-hop hyms

 

&...

 

when i

realized

i was just

light inside

i felt

light inside

 

now

 

not even

gravity is

able 2 hold me

unless

i think

an move

in

the physicall

 

i told you

in "Wind Burns"

light

iz our weight

 

so...

 

i

step lightly

with no weight

 

learnin

2 defrost

this

Chicago cold

in my soul

 

"had 

days of indigo

an now

im...

in the go

on the go 

 

sorting

through

the life

chorus

days

of indigo

come

into scope

 

Witch Hazel"...

 

"Hazel Indigo"

 

"now

im in the go

on the go

 

movin...

 

no more

standin still

 

becuz now...

 

i know her

like

Noah knew him

 

so...im movin

 

Chi--ca--go"

 

 

"on the move

on the go 

Chicago

movin... "

 

peace

i luv you

but you

know

i'll be back

 

soon...

 

 

 

4 fingas an a pen...

 

© 2009 Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX


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THISssssss... is a "Spoken Word" ~ delicacy

Absolutely ridiculous flow !!!!

I am rarely taken in too far by a subjective piece about a relationship...such as this
but ...the wisdomatics folded in along with the candor...and humorous touches like the
Linus Blanky and Ugly Cosby sweater ... sold me !
along with some very applauable word-play

Kudos...snaps...n' all that Open-Mic rot
This is a keeper ...


Blessssssssssss

Posted 15 Years Ago


LiLi requested me to read this, and I am glad I did. Very unique, haven't seen something like it here on cafe. From the way you wrote the words in a longer fashion, so we can read it line by line in a "conversational manner." It was a lot of thoughts, but someone like me who thinks a million thoughts at once can understand it. I love how you mention "Chicago" at the end, that's a great part.

Anyway, at loss for words because of this literary masterpiece.

Kena

Posted 15 Years Ago


This is my first read of you, and I'm impressed by your style. I read it aloud to myself, as I would do any piece that immediately catches me in a rhythm, and I have to say....I think I need Chicago in my soul, too.

This piece is so dope on so many different levels; and I love your hip-hop spirit. "In the go...on the go...."

Even home is a movable object. Be light....

Sick write.....

Posted 15 Years Ago



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Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX
Tha Wind AKA VERBAL OX

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