Monday, April 26, 2010

3 Minutes

Ive only got 3 minutes.

Ive only got 3 minutes to make a difference in your life

So if I could write one poem that took flint to your steel lungs
And flamed a “HELL YA” after every line
Maybe I would like my stuff better

If I could write one more poem
that started as intriguing
Turned into interesting
And build up to scrape the insightful
Maybe I would feel like my words were worth something

Maybe then Id read it with more passion
and like everyone else I could
yell louder,
pray harder
speak faster and faster
running out of breath
Throwing words around like a melody but have lost all depth
Wrap it all up back to the beginning, call it truth
And then with one word...in one final moment
end in anticipation and walk off from the mic

Maybe it would be revolutionary

Well if that's the case, I might as well strap on a dress, grab a wig
and stand on the corner of 4th and avenue triple X
cause I have made myself a whore
and spoken word poetry is the one I call Daddy


2 minutes left


I hate to say it but this original art
has some of the most unoriginal artist
we all follow the foot infront of us
then think that we are different
we claim that we have the one truth

Have you ever noticed,
we even talk about the same things
politics, love, death, hate
and how everyone else is always to blame
even when its ourselves that we cant stand to be inside of

well, let me tell you something poet,
it is not about how revolutionary you think youve become
i dont care about your fly imagination or your short-lived inspiration
it has NEVER been about your style or intensity
your new thoughts, smooth rhymes, sick flows or your audacity
to throw in profanity because you couldnt make something else fit
its not about how loud you get the crowd every time you start to spit

"be careful front row, this guy may get you a little wet"
but you aint gotta worry about truth, you see, he's just a marionette
doing the same dance every spoken word poet has danced
they just didnt know it till they missed every chance

to actually change your life.

to make a difference in the world
if words without action is revolutionary,
I'm sorry i'd rather be normal

at least then i can pretend like i didnt know



now ive only got one minute left
and if these words dont mean anything eternal
then i pray that God has made you deaf
because three minutes in silence is long enough to
hear Him speak to you
its long enough to
sit down
be still
and hear Him tell you that He's in love with you


and i dont need the whole minute to tell you this...

Jesus was a revolutionary
He is the only one who WAS truth
so why are you listenin to me?


Im just a spoken word poet

with a broken word.

1 comment:

  1. I love this poem! I'm not sure why I haven't ever read it before. Have you performed this at a slam? I wonder how it was received . . .

    Mom

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