Listen to my pen
Dropping down my transcending thoughts upon this paper
Every stroke filled with emotions
In motion like a river
Passionately slicing and carving
Each letter
Side by side molding and shaping
Each word
Creating great wonders and splendor
Each word bright and tasty
Mouth watering
One could taste the crippling sensation
Of the word sound power
Can’t help but to notice
Word play full of aroma and flavor
Bite after bite
Igniting spontaneous reaction
Like the great African heritage plunder
Leaving taste buds ready to explode
As more and more words pass over
The bond grew greater
Both pen and paper
Consume by the ever burning flame of fire
The ever burning flame of love
Crossing a point of no return
Energy thirsty or not
This is a guaranteed appetite opener
Out of control my tummy rolls
Sparking scary lightning needs
Followed by echoes of heart trembling thunder
Brain food what I man crave for
While my hand swirling and curling
Up and down
In and out
Across and around
A B C D E F G
Transforming a dream
Into a vision into reality
Like a chief in a kitchen
Transforming a recipe
Into an appetizer
Mind baffling piece of work
Performed by
Narrator writer and reader
“Unification is manifested in every form and arena of life”
Kruxial Selecta Its good to share di little dat uno ave wit ah fellow breda.Nuff times people only fend fe dem selves,wat bout dem wit nuh food to eat?
this is deep and you know what kwaaza cannot catch roots and spread because of so many ones with a LACK OF KNOWLEDGE! Sad Ceska but true. the sleepwalkers know not!
and my stance is this and i mean it- " YOU CANT TAKE IT WITH YOU" do you know these fool only realize it when they are on them dying bed. and they lack knowledge to live in the bush if the need arose. they would be left with a trunk of money using i…