WORD OF MOUTH COLLABO (part 1) Ok new concept I wanted to try with some talented overlooked poets in the realm, I’m talking MASTERS of the pen with Pent uP, JF, Ab Zero, Nis, Poet X, and a special quest appearance from the one and only XERO!?!?!….the idea was I started a theme and pass it on and the next poet interprets it then passes it on and so on and so on…..this is the results of a poets word of mouth: ~Lurid Dreams in the Realm pt 1~ UFO Poetry has become the muse of my dreams Where pillows kidnap theories and concepts Asleep with the pen and pad never feeling free Old age is the monster hanging under the bed And literature is the written word whispers Of forgotten ancestors who are not all dead Pent uP Poetry is the Peter to my Dreams Pearly Gates where pillows murder structure and rhythm, Asleep where the pens scheme's purely hate! Under the bed is old age, awaiting a victim But literature whispers "You're surely safe because my ancestors are written and living" Johnny French I sing the poetic hymns with Peter at the Lord's Entrance Structure and rhythm unshaped and unformed as the clouds we walk on Floating lavishly above hate that the pens leak As the old age has taken over the body and time arrests you, you sit Only to be forever shielded and remember by scriptures Scriptures that lead the path my ancients have breathed and created on Absolute Zero At Heaven's gate, I share melodies with he who denies Cumulonimbus prose: Chaotic shambles and we stumble... Soaring, overlooking ignorance.......my weapon branded... And the elders have taken me in as their own...I tremble In front of stone tabs that blind society from me forever... The law that my forefathers birthed so long ago.... Nislanif Dem a cry fi mi, but I've only gone home We stand inna lead clouds over Babylon's flow His citizens no hear we, forefathers pon the clouds Me am a natural amongst the mystics, me getting' lifted now De I beneath the sands of time forever, tears pon de soil Them legislate me a ga wait an eternity to be seen. Won Lov. Poet X Sheppard's callin', could this now be Christ? As I stand at heavens façade, over jaded forget my life Deaf minds lead dumb stares, upon his crown of thorns Transcend a fragile shell, as one's soul is now reborn Ancient loves of lost forever, ones memories are now torn Enter light and air eternal, composed, a shell, new love to lore, live well Xero Satsujin And the crack of dawn like the birth of life is a blessing. Meddling and wanting more from it is definitely eye catching. So open the eyes that wish to explore. See beyond your border and the contracts you've signed in blood. Go back to the beginning when we were form from soft mudd. WAKE UP! Stretch forth and kiss the sky. God is watching, this dramatization is for you and I.