This is only the beginning!

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Breathing life into verse
Heartbeat into lines
Soul on paper...enlightening minds.

Escaping the realm of the ordinary
Breaking away from the bonds that confine
Expressing the innermost of my being.

This is only the beginning...
Witness how my pen grinds.

Lost in the love of the word
Not only the poetical, but the biblical, & then...
expressing the inner message heard by relaying it on lines
We are poets and these are the ties that bind.

This is only the beginning.

Let the passion ensue
Let our lyrical love be made
Let our soulful pen stride
As we glide to another page

You see, it's our time to enhance the mind of the world
And prove it's time for change.

This is only the beginning
Barak Obama set the stage.

Now,
we can show it not only in our rhymes,
but in our lives
Living a poetical uprising
And yes,
This time... the revolution will be publicized!

This is...only the beginning!

~Flowriter

Just let your flow go....

Sing it like you mean it. Say it like you heard it. However you create it, just let your flow go.
I would see people do it on corners...when I was young.
I would see some stand on a stage and perform it to beats or snaps to claps,
But it was all good, because I liked the way that they got it done.
For me that was only the beginning. Round one.
Then I heard some brother, like no other, speaking words that seemed to roll off of his tongue.
Rhythmic words, rhyming words, not like that of a rap, but it was more like a heart pit'r-pat...to a soul tap. Man, his style of speaking had me sprung. His words were alive and of the stories he told, I could see...vivid pictures...my imagination took flight. Then I understood, it was his words coming to life inside of me. I had to learn it for myself and create my own style of which I could be true. Started with childish rhymes...that was round two. Moved to simple raps, that was round three, tried the freestyle, but it just wasn't for me. But, when I picked up the pen...found me a pad...we can just skip all the way to ten, because I fell in love with what I found and knew what I had. It was my flow. It was my style. It was my poetry. Now, I'm a flowriter gone wild.
Come and go wild with me and let your flow go.