REFLECT. | Dichotomy [Spoken Word]
verbal words title: Dichotomy
Dichotomy represents the continuous conflict between 2 inner selves that plague the mind. It even took place in the making of the spoken word from the music to the lyrics and sensation. The things i hope to convey across is the thoughts and idea that rule my head on cash, God, sex, lifestyle, background my vice.
It is made not really to tell you exactly what to think and impose ideas you but rather to be able to let you be free to REFLECT. In hope to bring us all closer to God.
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Poem:
It comes from mind when I pick up a pen and speak into a mic
It comes from mind charting and deep thoughts into lines
Find the root of inside, it comes from mind, differentiating which thoughts on mine
It comes from mind to set inner theories free
It consumed minds approve idea X originates from me
Since I realized that my head is 2 independent beings
I analyze, it comes to mind, this contrast
Profound concepts reflect on nature, comes from mind
Ideas reflect on Maker knowing conflict of inside
Reflect on spiritual, mortality, reflect on meaning, reflect on wisdom
On the Lord’s care for me, reflect on human system
‘Cause it comes from mine formed lines that caress you mentally
Touch you with words, fondle your thoughts tenderly
It comes from mind, using art to stimulate you intellectually
It comes from mind, but I really write with heart
I wish to come alive from mind many things and with these lines speak on anything
Harping on human nature and how often we are the greatest initiators of our own fears
Or go political rambling about the critical need for change that’s marketed as making our problems disappear
I wish to enlighten you about the tools bestowed on you not taught in school
Leaving most substitute and live life a fool
that might be cruel, but what lies are true, 'cause at my age there are chosen few
This poetry is where I pour my soul into
Playing with words as my therapy, 'cause the inner conflict it tortures me
Let the pages listen and absorb, 'cause unlike you won’t get bored
Look into the lines does the page convey my energy
'Cause thoughts of profanity collide constantly with praise of Most High
So, I wish for no more illusions, smokescreens, mirrors no longer using
I wish I followed quotes I saw on stories
I wish to elude is more holy
I wish to talk about money, God, sex, life, history, and my vice
I wish, I wish when I cram these thoughts into poems it’s enough for you
Would you appreciate it? Of course not, how could you?
So then I’ll try harder, maybe….
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