Improv Eyes
Once upon a time quite long ago I’d write poems for th’ friends I know showin’ affection in spoken word graspin’ connections from what we heard. Real friendships blossoming made it while fake ones demanded my spoken presence treatin’ my craft like some gimmicky trick. 5 years passed since those transgressions; honing affection seemed a thing uh the past until FLSA brought it right back! Hear this written appreciation: inhale hot weather flow out together. One Two Three Four open up a hidden door. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. Five Six Seven Eight color th’ floors ceilings ‘n drapes. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. I didn’t cut it when I first applied. Pounding pressures crack-ripped my mind. In trouble forrr – not the first time… Made th’ mistake of attempting escape freestyled accidents follow my wake. Bad-stuff bloated offa manic fuse; they beat me befuddled tazed ‘n confused. I need not digress every failure I tripped my best foot forward landing I skipped. Freestyle Love told real situations stories molded by true implications. We brought our distinct flavors uh merry; bussing us safely forward Tuesdaily. One Two Three Four open up a hidden door. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. Five Six Seven Eight color th’ floors ceilings ‘n drapes. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. On our first day we didn’t know where ta sit we just wanted good bars to come outta our spit. Mel at my left Maggie’s baggie my right a calm surface masked deep inner fright. Early-Nate then Andrew sandshrew lastly late-Nate followed through. We touched on context of contact’s pretexts; ‘Improv Eyes’ implied consent. Our cheer bumped thumped up th’ air poppin’ door hinges growin’ oranges strawberries blueberries cherries flew out unfurling worlds shaped by our mouths. Yum. Nate 1 had had surgery uh course I forgot love tappin’ ‘is shoulder right in th’ spot. Oh Shit! Oh No!! Oh Crap. So Sorry! “didn’t mean to!” “my bad” (I shouldered some worry). We conquered day 1 in gibberish fun bending up sounds we senselessly sung dribbling rhythm humming it out passing shots buzz word of mouth. One Two Three Four open up a hidden door. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. Five Six Seven Eight color th’ floors ceilings ‘n drapes. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. We freestyled lines supported in freedom; JBs “Not hungry ‘til 2 pm!” Mel’s tasty yogurt “yum yum yum” vocalized beats trumpeting drums blendin’ her flavor inta tha mix Ruthie appeared as one uh th’ chicks. Our voices showered three fun hours par for th’ course with a 5 minute break. Calling all heroes! The rap light’s shining! Rhythm and Poetry need your freestyling! Freestyle Fitness powers ur stats up so email Raptina ‘n BS for that stuff. Listen Tic Toc Unlock Click Clock Tickling laughter’s all that matters. Mama mia let’s praise Sofia we really really wanna hear yah, couldn’t sub ur proud demeanuh. Queen-like knowledge we acknowledge crown these theaters dancin’ sneakers beat the floors slammin’ speakers! Ryan delves uptales diggin’ down details logic ‘n reason free any tangles. Crisp ‘n clever dope endeavors leverage switch pullin’ levers. Stuart fertilized th’ ground merrily ridin’ his mower around. One Two Three Four open up a hidden door. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. Five Six Seven Eight color th’ floors ceilings ‘n drapes. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. We’re all teachers but some teach more. Garret cleans ignorance off our streets for his students earnin’ bio degrees evolvin’ their mental capacities like Mary makes it look so easy movin’ dancin’ bold ‘n breezy: exercise reps: stretch, stretch. Exercise reps: stretch, stretch. Late Nate directed his choir on th’ roam writing songs for: Child Coming Home. Tutor in depth like B.S. ‘n Vance plus skinny dip confidence cannonball splashes. Seesaw our fingers hands understand this 🤙Cheez-its! Rice! Tasty snacks! Carly always had our backs having tied our tongues together clucking pheasants red-yellow leather… One Two Three Four open up a hidden door. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. Five Six Seven Eight color th’ floors ceilings ‘n drapes. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. Life drops lemons so sell ’em for limes; aid ‘n record in melodious rhymes listen for dimes clink clink pang air Jane’s funky lyrics skunked up th’ air. Improv bursts laughter, joy had me tear. I reminisced concepts crackin’ a beer. Pleasantly realized though wasn’t surprised each week surmised anew piece uh tha show. Enlightening many while blinding a few; our projector stunned like most lights do. Broadcast vibes in smooth sensations prickling rippling chakrotic cantations; Heal ‘n meld our gentle hearts – begin, my friend, to play your part. One Two Three Four open up a hidden door. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. Five Six Seven Eight color th’ floors ceilings ‘n drapes. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. We don’t let skin bigot spigot flow; like my brothers ‘n sisters of other misters ‘n mothers, we carry our scars wherever we go; we color tomorrow releasing our sorrow choosing our beauty with juicy fruit flow. ¡Mira Mira! ¿Qué pasa mi familia! ¡Amo la poesía sobre mis hermanas! Mariel ‘n Jordona marry spirit ‘n heart; their art surpasses the sum of its parts. Backtracking Reality’s somewhat absurd. I forgot my tab. “Happy birthday, Ferd!” I flew off like a gust-blown dart. Gone with the wind like a vanishing fart. Sarah’s boasts sparked 5.0 heat; GTA stars lit high in th’ street! No one was scared though ‘cept for th’ po po who feared th’ glow of his pulsating flow: Shockwave smacks thunder claps lightning crowds mushroom clouds booming clear nuclear deafen certain doom right here. ——But only when he wants to. One Two Three Four open up a hidden door. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. Five Six Seven Eight color th’ floors ceilings ‘n drapes. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. A pianist impressed us pressing on keys; I plucked Glenda in the key of C. Listen in on beaten conditions predict ‘n face ur premonitions brittle weak stone cold ‘n old. People wither every winter; mortals pass ideas immortal. Listen part by part dear reader; what you alter crafts our future. Philosophize chance then calibrate tuners. Naturally harmonize global computers. Delete memories black holes pull – understand Hawkings’ principle. You supported me. I supported you. Fillin’ ‘n rolllin’ Jelly Donut too. We studied intent paying attention listening in on hip hop legends: Eminem Biggie KRS ONE Doug E. Fresh Nas ODB Deltron 2 Pac Scott Le Rock Slick Rick Dr. Dre Salt n Pepa Ice Cube Aesop Rock Ice T Snoop Dogg Warren G Lil’ Kim Rakim. Big Daddy Kane ‘n the Sugar Hill Gang. MF Doom, Method Man, Ghostfaced Killah all Wu Tang Clan. Busta Rhymes Rihanna Kid Cudi – Were you Outkast? I’m so so lucky. One Two Three Four open up a hidden door. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. Five Six Seven Eight color th’ floors ceilings ‘n drapes. Red-Blue-Green. Orange too. Paint this dream how you’d like to. To The Chaos Creating Creation Edgar’s Poe’s are totally Raven. Robert Burns. Robert Frost. Walt Whitman. Gerald Nolst. Emily died at 55 but Dickinson’s raps still survive. Beethoven’s boomin’ bappenin’ beats ride high as a lullaby All Through the Night. Amadeus’s requiem Mozart repeats – musical spirit stems its own light. A thank you to Chaucer, for your poetry. And Baba Brinkman, your delivery. You 2 were so inspiring to me. Honestly though where would I be if not for Clutch hand-guiding me?