Read this as Spoken, Word?

Since T is a good enough audience for me (as I'm sure he is the only one reading these) I'll continue on at a pace ... that breaks-     

only when uninspired.  I do write more, but I haven't brought myself to exeunt some of it for various reasons.  I have found that the more you write, no matter how or what, the better you get at every angle of it.  

Hip-hop allows people to write in various dimensions, some aligning perfectly with poetry.  Whether with a beat or riding the vibes of a blank mind, words can stain a canvas with emotion in way that perhaps traditional writers could not.

Blasphemy.

  Anyhow, I just hit sumdit, so I am likely zonin.  

Here is a short bit of spoken word poetry of mine.  I don't think it's finished, but I like how it stands now as well.

I wish to sit in a seat in St. Peter's Basilica,

all the while children diligently scribbling using the prayer list

unaware it's careless.

Not that their pops is watching though-

Over your shoulder you notice him dozin;

showin his interest.

But he's convinced he's a Christian 

since

he's been heedin and followin the list of Ten

Commandments handed down

before plights or disciples or those righteous with their

Bibles.

But tonight is his one day a week 

enlightenment revival.

Dig? Word.  I am officially too chicken shit to put a video post up yet of any of this stuff, but I might in the future.  In the meanwhile, keep waitin on that E. Funk St. joint.