Saturday, June 18, 2011

"Flo-Wing" 1WORD Feat. Flower. poetry back and fourth

ATTENTION : This is a collaboration, my first at that. It's been on my mind for a while and I decided to unite with someone who has a unique view towards poetry. I believe we all have our own authentic thoughts but when it comes down to it were one in the same. To all my poets much love, keep flowing! This is life!... This right here... is what it's like when minds COLLIDE! Enjoy!








-Title : Flo-Wing


[1WorD(Me-Roger) & [Flower]






Verse 1 - [1WrD]


I'm at a drought for words
The chords are dead silent
Soon to be revived by Poem Lords
They keep my flow vibrant
1... 2... and...
It's my heart letting out that stream
An incredible high full of expression
With my eyes open to a world full of steam
I'm here to clear up this gloomy session
Move the clouds to the side for an open view
I'm on queue to show you your dreams
Everything isn't what it seems
So come trip with me up to mars
I'll cure those awful scars
The one's you call memories
Replace' em with Flowing medley's
Stay under my "wing"s we'll continue on
To a beautiful place, we'll "flow" on and on
It is my regrets to say it's time to wake up
I was talking in my sleep, must of been the tea
Filled the cup too high I'm an overflowed cup
In this reality I realized dreams are crazy
But now I truly have something to show you love
Here I am to decipher what I see in my minds cove




Verse 2 - [Flower]


I find myself in your same dream spectrum
Inhabitant of a place where my V.I.P. stands for VIVO INEVITABLEMENTE PIENSO.
This beauty capable of blinding my flow
but for bestow I would have to be below.
and I might be above, but I can never reach the top,
My reality collides with my dreams leaving me cogitative.
Too rational to be like the average, who need glue to stick to the true.
but who am I to blame you for missing the glue of curiosity?
I got 1WORD deciphering what he sees inside his soul,
well I'm here to tell you you're not alone.
Grinding on the idea of apprehending life on your own.
trying to reach deep understanding of the unknown.
Gifted ones are meant to suffer.
We learned from the scars of hell and back.
But with our expression we attack,
killing the misery of with a smack.
There's really nothing we lack when it comes to being a lord.
Poetry we adore, and understanding I implore.
& with this combination I smitten.
I never ask for more,
because I got all I need in store.




Verse 3 - [1WrD]


All it is, is the chemical's reacting in my brain
They continue Flowing even when my pen drops
I've gone insane in my own world full of stains
Black lettering; the alphabet is bold, their growing crops
I water my words and make sentences out of them
You never seen a plant flourish the way I've grown
Coming up, here to show you a brand new perspective
Taking poetry to another level, look at what I've sewn
Pay attention I'm going to make my work massive
I'm turning your blank paper into your future thoughts
I'm ahead of time got yous caught in knots
It's going to take awhile to catch up to me
But no worries I'll be delivering daily
My columns will be a must read day to day
Like metro's horoscope's on a Monday
I'm out of tone on this verse, hope no one minds
But I'm definitely here to shine, cK unwinds
With her lyrical tornado set to enforce a new style
Were in it for the long run we've been far from a mile
It's time we reached out to a publisher or a record label
We deserve more on the table; more than a fable.....
Now rewind back into time to understand the last line I send
Damn much love to all my people, tE this is the end




Verse 4 (Flower)


We sure are in it for the long run mate
I don't chase money I chase dream gates.
Trying to make it through the day that's growing like the plant that nourishes me under the rain.
It could be snow or just my tornado words in vein.
But I'm still standing tall against pain.
The struggle for the forgotten value of the true word
asking individuals what they see, but its all a blur.
Can't see through the visible?
looking like this real shits invisible?
killed by your thought that's divisible.
Too much information at once,
its making your brain come undone.
I free my hand and my mind to fly away into my imagination
I come face to face with aberrations,
but my foundation is the wildest compensation.
and there's full relation between your street education,
and your final destination.
You are what you became from the bits and pieces of your failures.
don't try to to tell me who what when, if you didn't live it,
learn from the hole you fell in, don't try to fit in.
Or your knowledge going to end up splitting,
between the truth and the lie that hides behind your skin that's thinning.

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