"To the poet, to the philosopher, to the saint, all things are friendly and sacred, all events profitable, all days holy, all men divine." - Ralph Waldo Emerson


-changing forms-
Meeting fate by chance
Answers left at the window sill,
with which to be leapt.
Collected as i Crept
Bitter silence emitting heat
between two individuals, neither here
nor there, where the eyes can meet
Distant conversations
close connections
ambient wires afire
afros are froze
bangs are banked
by the sea shore
time tickles the sand
doing its' little crab dance
the infinite shines as a pearl
still in tide
yet to be swept ashore
discovered by man

-Peace
One love, One thug
...Antar

word i hear ya

The rhythm of this piece seemed to accentuate the title. Flow on.

Thanks for sharing this piece.

uppin this one back

Tyte drop, I war really feeling the flow... it got me flowing on a piece I've been working on for two weeks now. Thanks ;)