Words

"The page has committed muntiny on my soul,
claiming words do nothing to swollow it whole,
it is sick of my pen weeping blue on the page,
it screams SPEAK!!
silence secludes you.
this is a new age.

Word.

The Breath of God.

"Time flows from Gods toungue like....
The wind that blows against my desire to evolve,
wind that blows over a frozen ocean that hold no life,
wind that blows me away from me.
My percussive thoughts pose a threat to history...

futuristically speaking."

Jae Brown