poetry...in motion

words pour out like a fountain
against the white space of the page
offering a spotlight
into the shadows
that hold the thought
and cage the emotion
calculated in rhymes and
linguistic paradigms
shifting the fury
from inside
the words come alive
leaving ink stains
on the remains of a tattered page
abused from the furious rage
of writing

thoughts translated through the ball point of the pen
pour out like a fountain
scribbling verse
upon verse
like a lyrical flow
letting go
so the poetry becomes the show
centered on the stage
living through a poet
spitting on the mic

lyrics roll gently through the air
losing their flare
a sea of eyes simply stare
and then – dead air

release
breathe…
start again,

The lyricist loses his reticence
and starts spitting like fire
the energy builds
as the tension rises
higher…and higher
until the glares and the stares
become roars of applause
poetry …
in motion