Do you even understand the concept of inflection?
So very tarried is the thought, that you might not
When you read it right, it can be like and infection
(The voice of poetry shall have No Choice)
the rhythm is the tool, the rise and fall, the toolbox,the voice.
That silken instrument giving life to an inspiration,
The very point of this subjugation,
the requiem of this monotation,
such is self activation,
of life's palpitation in me...
or you. It can be read as red,green or blue,
Changing the Color or just a subtle hue.
The root is deemed the conception;
Perdition with an erection;
this can be said with obvious affection.
Go mad, sad, Happy with the unsolaced, waning, detection.
But if you read it aloud and seeming a coward is NOT your direction
For our sake AND your's, read with INFLECTION.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
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