took a long drive up to San Francisco last week with my girl and during the most boring and grueling parts of the 11+ hours of driving i found myself freestyling which is something I've done only occasionally and while blazing with friends but never with my girl.....she encouraged me alot though and i unlocked a flood of rhymes
was just writing about it now and somehow allowed it to metamorphose into poem prose, here it is:
I really unlocked and let burst out a whole new part of me on this trip...
A poetic, verbally dexterous side that I often hide
and keep inside not realizing it's alive,
needing to come out and breathe,
roll up his sleeves and craft arts & crafts,
paragraphs, brain-opening battle-axes and seraphs
Clear as glass, mental mass flow flood in flash,
blast sun beams from my soul until they shine out my asshole
I kept comparing freestyling to the act of surfing, though I've never been surfing before I imagine freestyling to a beat as surfing the rhythmic waves...
You surf on the beat,
sliding, gliding beyond the grasp of your feet
Balance is a treat, symmetrical tweaks
keep you going, water flowing
and you must stay in tune with it
Once you think about the process, you fall
words as objects, you're all
tied up in logic, conscious crawl
the scrawl inside your mental wall is all
that's needed, your mind is freed if you succeeded
unlock the gates to Jesus
freedom of speeches, water of life breeches
the dam of conscious rationality
This is the True Reality
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