God and His lessons

[kirk]

the meter of this falls somewhere between a kid who once wrote hip hop who has since migrated toward the spoen word, with cadence.

god and his lessons


"flanderer"

-filthy white

god and his lessons,
respect them.
open your mind
expand,
let them extend.
into
the obliviounknown.

its how time flies
each time
reminded
goodbyes
cry climax


i ain't no religious man
not big on ritual or rite
missed
this twisted
complex
in the mixthing
heater packed
ring ring
and the scenario swings
to an imaginerary silver screen

riverbanks full
while reminders
lie hands
inside
pockets
swaying to the beat
sideways smile stride
whats good whats right

a test
those roads travelled less
circumstance
amidst head checks
synchrocititly here
my soul
stumbles upon blesssed
the treasure chest open
emotions
mixed flexed
gods lessons
stress stressed perspectives
with nights sweats
welcome
moments reflective
can't shed them
gods lessons

its how time flies
(ya know its how time flies)

and my
dialect strides
over color and
blue lines
my how life glides
spiritual connections
beckoned
sky sends them
vcsel rays digital waves
stride unchanged
the race remains full rhythmn

spectrum

still

brown likka
swill

and god's good lessons
dance wide open

-filthy white

[Fetterbug]

absolutely wonderful. I enjoy all of your writings, kirk.

[cleophite]

Yeah, you know you got it going on.

:booty:

[elad]

:bohmokun:

[Bassmachine]

:cheerleader:

[DeAtHmOnGeR bEaR]

Hey, I really liked that...

[elad]

kirk should go on def poetry jam fo shiz fo real B.

[nyhope]

excellent.

tho it made my heart hurt a little.

[madeofwires]

*nice*

[Synz]

that was cool

[atype]

wow

[kirk]

cool that peeps enjoyed it.

thanks :)

[metagrapher]

Upon first glance it would appear that there isn't really a rhyme scheme to this. Which isn't a bad thing by any means. It just makes it a freeform poem. However, there is more pattern to his meter than is immediately noticable.

So, I read this aloud, as most poetry is meant to be. Your voice can't help but pick up the rhythm. The syllables are rhymed rather than simply line endings. And the rhymes aren't traditional rhymes. He goes out on a limb with some of them, but once again, you can't help but feel the rhyme. I almost found myself tapping my foot as I went through it, it has that powerful a natural rhythm.

His verse offers and different perspective on life and what you can take from it. You definitely can tell that he's believes in some higher power guiding his life "god's lessons". Perhaps he's in a rut -filthy white, or perhaps not, but he seems to be expressing that life will go on whether you like it or not. That life is a lesson here for the taking, and that if you don't take it it won't stop the patter of it's lifeline.

I can almost feel myself sitting on the metro just kind of pondering life and tapping my foot to the natural rhythm of it. Looking around and thinking of how if I let life get to me and I take nothing away from it, then it will only bite me in the ass again as I haven't learned my lesson. I can kind of picture everything falling into place in the same rhythm, like my own personal disjointed vw commercial where the train just happens to run over the tracks on beat and that guy picks up his back and steps off in the same poetic meter.

[kirk]

Upon first glance it would appear that there isn't really a rhyme scheme to this. Which isn't a bad thing by any means. It just makes it a freeform poem. However, there is more pattern to his meter than is immediately noticable.

So, I read this aloud, as most poetry is meant to be. Your voice can't help but pick up the rhythm. The syllables are rhymed rather than simply line endings. And the rhymes aren't traditional rhymes. He goes out on a limb with some of them, but once again, you can't help but feel the rhyme. I almost found myself tapping my foot as I went through it, it has that powerful a natural rhythm.

His verse offers and different perspective on life and what you can take from it. You definitely can tell that he's believes in some higher power guiding his life "god's lessons". Perhaps he's in a rut -filthy white, or perhaps not, but he seems to be expressing that life will go on whether you like it or not. That life is a lesson here for the taking, and that if you don't take it it won't stop the patter of it's lifeline.

I can almost feel myself sitting on the metro just kind of pondering life and tapping my foot to the natural rhythm of it. Looking around and thinking of how if I let life get to me and I take nothing away from it, then it will only bite me in the ass again as I haven't learned my lesson. I can kind of picture everything falling into place in the same rhythm, like my own personal disjointed vw commercial where the train just happens to run over the tracks on beat and that guy picks up his back and steps off in the same poetic meter.


its always cool to get an extended analysis and yes i tend to write, when rhyming in a more syncopated meter. an erratic wordplay of sorts. most if not all of what i write is meant to be spoken aloud.

as far as a message, i think i was aiming to articulate the choice to embrace life lessons (both good and bad) as positive experiences that lead to growth and change.

in short, do the next right thing and live in the now.


thank you for taking the time meta.