Exorcise

In order to extend and deliver
these lengthy ideas;
I do so with Scotch
instead of tequila.

What is music?
What have you heard
since birthing yourself in this herd?
Is it distinction? Recognition?
Maybe Pattern — Recognition?
The spectrum of audial communication
has been paramount in our collection
of this global exploration
called humanity.
Only recently
did we conceive of the
listening machine:
Wreck heard REE-CHORD
rewind if you’re so inclined.
Same thing
same song
every time just as long.
Looping pristine quality
same exactly: mistake-free.
Artists aim to clone perfection
honing in on their expression.

I was born in eighty-eight
in a world void of internet.
Age of 10;
AIM was my chat.
Slim seemed lame
that was that.
Avoided culture, music, love
hated my life
oh so much.
Only recently have I listened close
pulsing rhythm my heart flows
My poetry’s proving able
to bend the lines
and turn the tables.
HipHop picked up pitch ‘n meter
bending vowels slants like here:
Clutch led me through a melody
shared rap’s shooting stars with me
with him; writing was a treat.
I breathed in flow
and started to know
something internal started ta glow
growing inward cradled me
good intentions honestly:
Sounds bounced echoed reverbed
like the rulers words punched ‘n kicked
Children’s Story of Mister Slick Rick
who spit a tale of a madman’s dream;
don’t cha dare laugh at that kid’s scream.
He slid in notes like eels through wheels
turning water ebb ripple weave;
In contrast was KRS ONE’s stuns.

So clap your hands everybody
if you got what it takes,
my name’s TweakUnique
now I’m on the mic
as we heed the breaks.

Knowledge Reigns Supreme Over Nearly Everyone’s->
->s’been spittin’ since before Boogiedown Productions;
I was born when Scott Le Rock died
may be coincidence
maybe more’s implied?
Spiritually
you may believe
or maybe you just somehow know
yo-yo back, I’m sorry, I lied:
he’s numbers 1, 2, 3 — 4, and 5.
Frankly, it’s true as my name’s Andrew.
In teaching me philosophy
we drew and drew: And drew.

Hip Hop popped my mind within
pure gold if you listen in
normal conditions pushed aside
Now Drew’s leading my metal ride.
Questions bubble as instruments battle
reflecting fury in fire and strength
trolling memories tempt my fate
baiting my sorrow harassing irate.

hmm

Moving at home but frozen alone
I shout my doubts out exercising ellipses;
Mental mercury pumps coating my bones
easing me with temporary release.
It’s momentary catharsis.

Shall I exorcise this demon?
Or leave him deceased?

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