Poetry Is

Poetry is,
The non fictional and factual taunt
that mimics the spectrum of ancestral walk

Poetry is,
The mother who gave birth to a billion dollar industry
It gave birth to rap music LYRICALLY
Every 10 years or cyclic trend SHE is aborted
Her womb is scared, then healed, rather supported
By the underpaid and overworked poet

It is,
The memory base that Re-remembers
that the millennium was not the birth of greatness
It represented a cylinder
A spec of dust or quite wind
in the depths of ancestral breath
Breathing in two motions
Inhale-Exhale
Inhale spoken
Exhale word
Cause Spoken word is, was and will continue to be
the blue print of WHAT MADE US
Not certificate of birth that's mere paper
We commence to destroy false images
and create ones
that are greater
than we'll ever be
Cause knowledge is born through repetitive belief
It's the blueprint
we relate during one session
No matter the income
we come in for verbal bereavement
accompanied by a haunting drum

Poetry is
Time for cipher spit
This is AP class we teach and study in
Modern excelled
Word propelled
By the sorcery of the WORD
Comprising our spells
AP Poets
Affluent Population
We're 10\% of the birth rate
Dropping seeds on the 28th day of ovulation
The cream of the crop of infinite thought
Logic locked in supremacist taunts
The instigator of society but also watch
The reporter for CNBC and CNN
vocalizing human suffer through loud mouthed pens
sub consciously limbed
with arms that reach
mouths that speak
and ears that hear
making our hearts bleed
we're AP
The Cr?me of the crop
The cr?me always rises and the rest drop
But we feel the tug
Cause that's part of us
So we exist in the midst of 90\%
Of those who despise this AP class
Or don't understand
that we must follow communal paths
So every 1st full moon of the 3rd month
We initiate the olive branch
And increase our grasp

Its is
This dead poet's society that inspires me
To express the unspoken
Open up to invoking
chant downs
by artists unknown to parts of my circle
but complete ME
and include ME
in an experience that is so intimate
that it is fondled by a hand snap or speak poet speak

(c) 2002 Copyright T.M. Smart