untitled spoken word

in one night, i fight.

and like mike,

but with a mic.

see, i fight with a voice

the shadow near the light,

the surround sound through the noise.

i make the brain tingle with wonder,

like a child learning something new with their new toys.

a new wonder.

no wonder the new noise.

undress the depressed,

as expressed through the beauty of poetic justice.

i fight for the freedom of the oppressed.

i like it better when the hurt can be suppressed,

yet in its mess, i say yes,

you are dressed in beauty.

more comforting than a compliment

from a cutie.

let the words  be embed into your soul,

because wisdom like this from a young soul

only  grows old as the youth.

only you can be you.

the change only starts with you.

is this poetry,

or is this a message?

can what i shed like a tear

bring comfort to the body mind and spirit,

a chill vibe like one bonding with herb and beer?

whats to fear?

bandage but beneath the flaws

the truth has been near,

but unlocked from given potential

without a ear to hear?

its no longer here... yes the fear..

at ease. the peace is already here.

what you just felt is my say, you're welcome.

Reviews

[T. Edana Talbott]

This was really great. I love these lines,

"is this poetry,
or is this a message?
can what i shed like a tear
bring comfort to the body mind and spirit,
a chill vibe like one bonding with herb and beer?"

[WriterGirl101]

Wow, this is a really amazing poem and I love the meaning in it. :)
You're right, so glad I took the time to read this.