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Space Age Communication

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Space Age Communication

I’m Constantly, consciously working on my people skills

I used to ignorantly study Space age pimping

Now I’m watching how folks forget about basic Communication

While your language is deteriorating and your attitude kills

Can’t relate socialize, integrate or talk real

I was clocked and recorded typing at 75wpm

Now I speak ten times faster and my creativity has no limit

If this keeps up

I predict a lot more people postured, slumped over with a hump

Thumb tied not tongue tied

Not able to shake hands or just say hi

How are you or hello,

Cats communicate the old school way by sending typed notes

Via super light speed pony express

Go ahead be my guest and purposely take this out of context

If I meant the word sea and typed the letter C

My short hand texting will obliviously leave you lost

This new age format has people

Going on internet dates in a chat room with a painted back drop

Not equipped to simply talk or converse

Space age communication has me sending verbal’s on a high flying first class charter

These days you would have better luck trying to talk to a fish with no lips underwater.

DMII

From my latest release Testaments of my life vol.2

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Minstrel

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Minstrel

The formula has been perfected,

And the audience gets neglected,

only speaking to be better than the next,

Hating and copying who’s up next,  Or who’s on first.

No matter who’s on earth,

I want words that will quench my thirst

And Come crashing down on land like ocean surf,

Powerful and louder than breaking white water

I speak easy and breathe deep I think clearly and do me

I diligently practice articulating my ABC’s

Words are words but some straddle the fence

Not all are super bad their just medieval

Poets traveling as a new age minstrels

Sentencing your soul using phrases and sentences

They stiff arm topics like character development

A real poet is like an elephant in the room amongst watered down copies,

I’m the tree that fell in the forest and nobody spotted me,

So complex with extras, I know I’m a piece of work,

Deeper than the universe with no curses to emphasize my verses

I have too much respect for your soul, so no spirit bombs penned by my palm

To destroy your mind,

we see this but words have power to cause your perception to be uncovered or blacked out like dark blinds.

Like dark minds

Any photographer can take pictures, but if you don’t understand the light

It doesn’t matter because Those flicks are just random pics that cannot be seen like dark matter.

DMitch the poet

 

This piece is from my 3rd book Testaments of my life vol.2 which is available through Amazon and Barns and noble, also in E book format.

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Spoken word-With you

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When I think of you

 

Upon eye to eye contact

I know exactly what you’re feeling

It’s mutual no tutorial needed

Because I’ll teach you and seek you

Even if the distance is an impassable gulf

These words will reach you

And speak to you

Like I need you

Not just to breathe but to live at ease

So please me and keep me in ecstasy

Not on it

You bring the best out of me

By how you sprung it, on me

My creativity carries me to a place where angels are seen

If love is an ocean

Then I’m lost at sea

Castaway on an island with you is where I wanna be

Just to think. Write. Live with you.

DMII

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Poetic Scribble: (Live from my distracted brain)

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Up writing to Goapelle
But I want to listen to reggae
And Bump Marley music
May day May day
Someone bring my thoughts back this way
So I can focus on his way
Of publishing good news in the last days
Through Frequencies and airwaves
I post up throw away’s
 the good one’s get saved
then formed into an concept that can influence change.
DMII