Free write while listening to Brand New Heavies in 1995
(Keep it Coming, Brand New Heavies)
Flowing
Writing down the words that connect the mysteries of the mind
Cause sometimes vocabulary doesn't sense up enough sense for me
I listen to understand but soon forget why I pay attention
There's another rhyme to mention
A major plot of my intervention
to connect the dots of my inner visions
Just to loosen the tension
or to avoid getting hypertension
See the written word is a release
When spoken it's amplified and sends peace.
It comes from up, top, down low
Even when I stop...
My mind continues to throw out the words
Like candies on a conveyor belt Lucy can't stop,
Just let it drop
Cause the words, they just keep coming
(Main Source, Brand New Heavies)
The words, like the Funk, come from within
Because that's what makes me move
Going to the swing of my mood
Up for any low down groove
A bird still flying on broken wings
Unlike a puppet on strings
The master lifts him, lowers him and moves him about.
My motion is mastered from within
And lead followers out
Like those people Moses told
Thou shall not forget any of those
But my soul gives me the control
And makes me whole
Not like all the people I know
Struggling to break hold
Of the flesh
Still contagious like a cold
So my flesh covers my internal string
Lifting me up like Pinocchio
But without a growing nose enlargement
Or a father who carved it
Just a little boy made of wood
In a world without a childhood
And there's no need to lie
Cause the truth is in my mind tonight
And with all the funk of words
I'm going tell it right
Flowing
Writing down the words that connect the mysteries of the mind
Cause sometimes vocabulary doesn't sense up enough sense for me
I listen to understand but soon forget why I pay attention
There's another rhyme to mention
A major plot of my intervention
to connect the dots of my inner visions
Just to loosen the tension
or to avoid getting hypertension
See the written word is a release
When spoken it's amplified and sends peace.
It comes from up, top, down low
Even when I stop...
My mind continues to throw out the words
Like candies on a conveyor belt Lucy can't stop,
Just let it drop
Cause the words, they just keep coming
(Main Source, Brand New Heavies)
The words, like the Funk, come from within
Because that's what makes me move
Going to the swing of my mood
Up for any low down groove
A bird still flying on broken wings
Unlike a puppet on strings
The master lifts him, lowers him and moves him about.
My motion is mastered from within
And lead followers out
Like those people Moses told
Thou shall not forget any of those
But my soul gives me the control
And makes me whole
Not like all the people I know
Struggling to break hold
Of the flesh
Still contagious like a cold
So my flesh covers my internal string
Lifting me up like Pinocchio
But without a growing nose enlargement
Or a father who carved it
Just a little boy made of wood
In a world without a childhood
And there's no need to lie
Cause the truth is in my mind tonight
And with all the funk of words
I'm going tell it right
posted by Mr KIT @ 8:14 AM
1 Comments:
At 11:37 AM,
My Daily Struggles said…
I too am a loner. I am ususally withdrawn, and have a fairly chilly, nonchalant personality. Although I am introverted, I am extremely rational. I am wary at times of the outer world, my senses, and even my intellect, because they might all be sources of illusion. My quest for identity with a spiritual whole gives me a voracious appetite for ideologies, structures, and theories. Readings which others would find abstract and intellectual impress me as reflections of important and lively realities. As a result, I have a penchant for reflection and philosophical study.
Also, I tend to refer to myself in the third person.
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