Word playa verse dater
Think pad prince paper
Sweep her off her feet, take her on a tangent
But did I cross the line? I call that enjambment
I call that enchantment, every time she spoke
Let her hair down for me to climb like a trope
And free her from the tower, ‘cept the line nearly broke
So she say sure nuff, she holdin’ me close
Sibilant shimmerin’ scintillating synonyms
She could save shells that souls had been livin’ in
Give a chance to live again, but refrain from repetition
Endless curse to walk the Earth – existential definition
Stuck in a prison made of 26 epistles
And every single epithet is dreaded like a missile
And every single evanescent effort to do evil
Is met with the ever-present pressure of an equal
And opposite, I read her face like scholarship
She was the type of seraph to make the bold call it quits
Never got acknowledgment, but I didn’t mind at all
Guess they say that every hero always has a fatal flaw
I could take a fall… and a winter too
Like a solstice sun, my shine is dimmin’ boo
But sometimes on the flipside it feels like the longest day
And even when she’s gone, she’s only just a song away
Chorus:
Word playa,
Play on, play at
Say word playa
Play on, play at
Say word playa
Play on, play at
Say word playa
Play on
Word killa terror dactyl
Murderous burden is hella tactile
I amicably played the amateur
But I could love her in five foot parameters
To be or not for me, that is the test
To sleep – her chance to dream, that is the rest
Watch me sling the errors of my fortune
All of my sin taxed me in high portion
So I’m driving discourse without poetic license
Stay in double lines so as not to make her frightened
But the test is double blind and so is the assignment
Never stayed in solitary, got out on consignment
Askin’ what a sign meant, answer endlessly deferred
Question what’s the difference between the spoken and the written word
It’s a bit absurd, but then so is she
I guess it takes more than a rhyme to make poetry
Chorus
Thought Word Action Habit
Character Destiny – caught, labyrinth
Hang the men of tar for who they are
So I question whether that was written up within the stars
Beginnings call out what the winnings are
Except for the hands that are later dealt a winning card
But that’s a skinny draw – I’m talkin’ slim chance
Sketchy odds, never lands like Rembrandt
So what’s best to do? The best you can
Use the lexicon to effect a plan
And when perfection is murderin’ progression
Then don’t let the enemy of good kill expression
Cuz the subalterns stay silent if they choose to be
But if you think the mute don’t talk, well that’s news to me
Truthfully, all language is signed
By the hand of the creator in this moment in time
(RHYME)
