4/1 EN GROS
Lost in the waves of this world. Although lost in the waves of this world, you found your dreams…
Already… Aloof and awake, your dreams came true…
As if this world was an overlapping sea or our cosmos an ocean, as we swim
away, touching each clouds that touches your skin and mine.
4/2 MINDLESS CONSUMERS
If that crack smoking couple is like a pair of diamonds in the sky, you’re the Garden of Eden and the richest land I stand on… I’m your rock because you’re the oil that fuels my inspiration, you’re the muse that fuels my poetry, you’re the poetry that inspires every song I utter. You’re the song that’s eternally within my heart. You’re the heartbeat that’ll beat forever whenever poets think of love! 11am
That is why I keep writing, to make that heart of yours flutter.
That is why I keep thinking, to make that heart of yours, for years,
Beat as fast as it can whenever my poetry is uttered…
That is why… My mind is like that cluster…
Of words, verses, stanzas like a Beast,
Dear Beauty, this artist becomes a Monster.
I write for a living, oh how lovely!
I would have been dead by now
If it wasn’t for writing.
I write for the living…
Who have died META-PHYSICALLY,
And by virtue, SPIRITUALLY…
I write now for not breathing… Trivially…
And arouse you SENSUALLY.
Here is a kiss, as they land lusciously,
On your lips and even between your legs,
I am doing so respectfully.
Before my Heart and its walls get flooded,
Remember that your Love has been rewarded
And that your efforts as well have been recorded.
Before my Lungs get flooded as if I was bloated
And full of Joy and Happiness and even elated
By your thoughts… You thought of me
As I thought of you; as I was thinking of you
We made it…
Our Everlasting Eternity will For-ever not be rated…
Your Mind to mine were in that sense related,
And in the midst of that moment,
Your Soul and my Spirit may have been separated
Right before we’ve entered this world, at birth,
And over the years have been emancipated
Til now… Your Heart and my Heartbeats in that sense
Are indeed related.
Not at all a MC, I promise
Imaging the dopest beats in the background
And I on stage with a microphone, no malice,
Will be a terror (I will be choking…)
A mere thinker or writer perhaps
Since it is my only escape or route
Above and beyond the above and beyond;
In that sense even our Universe won’t contain my being.
As I hold the microphone…
Evoking what you wanted to shout out,
Conveying your frustrations or passions as if I was you…
A mere voice somewhat voiceless… Not a MC at all, I promise
As I stand my ground and on your premise…
Perhaps a painter who paints without malice
Like she noted.
Because of the notion of audacity, we floated…
Not a MC at all, I promise
As I stand my ground and on your premise… Perhaps a painter who paints without malice
Like she noted. Tones of intonations indeed denoted. A preface, prelude, proem or a mere introduction. Preliminary in nature, this thought is indeed loaded. In the near future, this Poet will be quoted
By the Smalls and greats, the Poor and wealthy,
The Weaks and strongs, Empty or bloated. Not because of vain glory… The Vision was worth it!
4/8 WILL OR WILLINGNESS
One minded Willful will
As if you were Will or Bill
Trying to kill time not Bill,
Knowing that cash rules the world
We wanted to scream, “more bills…”
Because silently cash rules everything around me
Yet it still wants to rudely rule [over] my will…
Please give these guys their credit for following God’s will…
Fire of my water, motions of a drill…
Please give this guy time to pay off his bills…
Creditors and credits, they can’t be still…
Peace be still…
Head up, grinding like a mill
Just to afford your rent,
Deal or no deal?
As if I was Shakespeare or Ferrell or Smith or even Clinton
Bill or Will! For it is written we shan’t live by bread alone
So allow your Spirit and its Soul to feel what they feel!
They need to chill.
4/7 WORD OF THE DAY:
intr.v. som·nam·bu·lat·ed, som·nam·bu·lat·ing, som·nam·bu·lates
To walk or perform another act while asleep or in a sleeplike condition.
You have plenty of literature to keep your brain
Entertained, intrigued and somewhat captivated.
Just like that a poem for you was created.
© Christian D. Koumtog