Bored Writing: BioLyricism ft. Tanesha Ivey

Tanesha Ivey:

The components of life I strive to thee,

a line, one complete masterpiece.

A piece so vaguely drawn complicated as if the morning dawn.

Yonder where thy art is born,

while others are harshly scorned.

To the point of no return,

that line turned diagonally so far gone

cannot see this majesty.

Simple as the horizon,

but distressful as the travel of blood,

a heart beats every minute when this clock stops ticking

the deadline is never ending.

The ending of yours but beginning of a lifeline

sparking an active streak,

as the artist draws it speaks,

to everyone willing to listen to the stories told

of those who behold, the world with all their might

Strutting about the new found fight,

to not be just a pigment in space

Where the dots are connected,

a false move and you are disconnected from life

that line same as a neonate

in the womb of a mother’s umbilical cord without it survivals at stake

Ty (me):

I live on this lyricism

'I feed on it's art'

Where it once layed dorment,

Now it bleeds from it's heart

But ironicly its good,

That it freely imparts,

That it gives me its words,

And it stands by remarks

Isnt it right for words to be intelligent.?

And isnt it okay to 'indulge' in its excellence.?

I learned long ago that words have power,

And art from the heart can seek and devour

But im the eater of my words,

I am what i eat,

I am the intelligence that hangs in my teeth

Its a gift

Its a privledge..for whomever it will reach

For as long as this lyricism lives, i am..me

~wind blows.!