I speak above yet not down occasionally over heads but never raining on or striking their crowns shame on shaming ignorance rather than revealing the difference will you heal the world and be a teacher a great sharer and speaker or will you grab the globe and beat her cheat her and still claim love like the preacher
I speak above I think in the dark Just as the beginning Subconscious breeds the start What is not known Is what is needed most Most won't climb to the top Busy waiting for the warmest coat first While they're waiting for the wooly sheep’s work The times are getting worse
I speak above wings of the tongue Every angel pays the price Acceptance, normality, sanity's the sacrifice Every now and then I shine my halo My only vice Such a gravity-- another condition of this life
2. "wings of the tongue" In response to Reply # 0 Sun Jun-14-15 02:52 PM by iammindful
is a solid phrase of words-work, seriously.
my favorite part:
will you heal the world and be a teacher a great sharer and speaker or will you grab the globe and beat her cheat her and still claim love like the preacher
I speak above I think in the dark Just as the beginning Subconscious breeds the start What is not known Is what is needed most
above, I'd call the meat of your poem, the grit. It's where I thought I connected, understood, pulled more from. It's rhythmic without being sing-songy.