The Words and the Rhymes
Have you heard?
Have you heard?
Of the rhythm and the word?
Before you know, it’s all there
You breathe it in like a distant new air
You take it all in like a Sunday prayer
Suddenly the words all just poured out
The heavy feelings, the scream, the shout
All of a sudden I just knew what it was all about
It was the words
There was no class, no introduction
It all came together in this beautiful conjunction
I was so alive
I was so in love
Set me free; let me fly like a dove
The words are endless, the words are bliss
I’ve been struck by that lyrical kiss
It moves me
It feels me
Do you see?
It is not my love for the words; it’s the word’s love for me
Words are the ribbons that tie together
When you think you’ll shatter to pieces, they say “Never!”
They hold me up, they are like wings
When I do my rhymes I hear the angels sing
The rhyming words move me
One day the words will write me, explain me, capture me and tell the world
MY LEGACY
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