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This started as a poem and became a song. I have a website full of my music that you can check out. Just message me!



Every song is a reminder,
seeking memorial,
My opinions being read,
like a bleeding editorial.
Very territorial,
aware of my place,
And as a woman,
I've been pushing a comparative pace;
With these men,
you see my pen brings a narrative grace.
My shine imperative,
carats aim the glare at your face.
I never really want to die,
I'll just stare at the gates,
and hope to God he sends me back,
with a snare and bass.
I could cherish it,
perish it to an arrogant race,
Of rappers and big stackers,
whom I could barely relate.
Speaking of their various,
canary estates,
but I'm cautiously precarious
when carrying hate.
Cause when it builds,
well it feels like a barreling weight;
That's when the walls then fall
to a perilous fate.
I want to blame you,
Shame you when my hero is late.
But it's time I learn to fly
in this aerial space.

The shoes feel at home,
but I'm living in another's-
Running through the world,
Nothing vivid as the color,
Time is but rhythm which living
to discover:
Shining with the prism
nothing vivid as the color-

And everyday is a high
with a lucid mind,
I keep elusive,
my movements are scrutinized.
Quite a nuisance,
But you'll get the roots of why,
I put the seeds in the hour glass,
I grew with time.
And I do apologize for my student eyes,
I make a metaphor of life,
to subdue the why's.
When I can't get it right,
get some new supplies,
Take the tools from the box,
Re-screw the sides.
Keep cool and refuel,
Yes, we'll move in strides.
We've got time to consume,
before we move the skies.
Wings hiding in my room,
Yes, I'm due to fly-
And if I fall they can call it a suicide.
Because time took its toll upon the most successful,
but when life cuts them short,
the ghost are special-
Demons in my past,
Im supposed to wrestle,
Roll my thoughts up in space,
like a solar pretzel.

The shoes feel at home,
but I'm living in another's-
Running through the world,
Nothing vivid as the color,
Time is but rhythm which living
to discover:
Shining with the prism
nothing vivid as the color-


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The following comments are for "Lost in time"
by Essence

vivid
affective/ effective spoken word, this, was some stellar original language and imagery, my favourite being the “solar pretzel”… it’s nice to see somebody testing the possibilities of this medium in terms of both theme and phraseology. you have both a unique voice and a unique perspective. enjoyed. thank you for this.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: November 13, 2008 )





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