Just a bird with flow

Free Love On Words.
First Lines Open Wounds.
Fathom... Love Over War.
Father Left, Other Woman.
Fey Life, Ordinary Wants.
Feathers... Love On Wind.
Future Locked Onto Weeping.
Feeling Leftout Of the World.

I'm just a bird with flow...

No wings, just ink that lets my soul go.
Soaring to new heights,
Experiencing new lows.
Gliding from one page to another.
Searching for another like me.
But being cautious out in the mist.
Because my flow reversed.
Expresses the WOLF in me.

Waiting On Lonely Females.
Wishing On love Faithfully.
Wanting Only Luscious forgiveness.
While Only Lying Fruitfully.
Woes Ontop Of Life's Flow.

But, I'm just a jail bird,
What do I know?

I know G.I.R.L
I know B.O.L.D
I know T.O.U.G.H
I know G.A.M.E

You see,
GOD Is Real Love &
GOD's Action Magnifies Everything
the Blood Of the Lamb Delivers,
that I definately know, because...
I was...
Tested. Overcame. Unquestionably GOD's Helping...
me with this flow.
So regardless of my situation,
I know GOD is in control...
even over jailbirds with flow.

-Flowriter

(The acronyms that you see are the t-shirts that I sell, and yes it is copywritten)

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.