They are there again, just like they were yesterday.
As if that was all that mattered. Wonder when that’d be me! *sigh* (Oh, please just don’t die from your fall to the ground.) (Source: online, unknown)
See, my day has been just good
I manage to make a living and don’t complain
But these guys just want to make me cry
I have never done anything to hurt them
I patiently wait for a snake-child to cross
If ever our paths crossed
And I definitely never hurt fleas
But they do not let me be
They know what time I pass by every evening
On my way back from work
They see me lost in thought in some part of my mind
And with the other part looking all around me critically appraising my environment
Looking for new stimulation and absorbing the world around me
They see me all the while nodding my headphone-padded head to some beat
So they settle at that same spot, right on scene
Working up the steam on their acts and arts
Up to that moment when I walk by
They start with regular beats and moves
They know I never miss the wicked musical gears and sound system
They know I notice their eternally killing matching sleek black outfits
They know I am not be able to stop them
They then work their ways up
Throwing in increasingly complicated moves
With recklessness, as if he did not care about living till the next day..
Moves they don’t care that it will take aeons for me to learn
The choreographer stands near the mouth of the formation
Not part of the dance because he apparently has a higher purpose
Watching out closely for my every micro-expression
At how maddeningly his well-planned moves are being executed by the dancers
The rappers take the centre of the platform
With lines that could make a gentleman go bonkers
Reeling out rhymes that could make a poet dream
Of the age when poetry must have been born from rap
An age that he was not aware of
They build up steam steadily
And when they know I draw closer they increase the volume of the mixer
Or how else would it sound louder in my ears
They know it’s evening and the breeze will serve them well
Then they show moves that make them seem to be flying
They sway and slither and bounce and lock and pop and stomp
All with every movement of the easy breeze
They make me read meaning into every breath and hiss of the air
They obey the wind
The rappers’ lines carrying on the wind in a way that defied physics
I got distinction in physics
But for the beauty I saw all those years in school,
They seem like dirt compared to what these guys do with the wind
Moments I wish I were deaf
So I’d not hear the steady booms against my ear drums
Making me head shake subconsciously like one having a focal seizure
Never mind, the bass would still make my heart and viscera resonate
Or better still, I be blind
Then I would not see these wicked wizards and shape-shifters
Floating in the wind at times and other times sharply moving like electricity
Never mind, the thuds of their feet as they stomp would get to me somehow
See, there! That moment when he (in this case, Lecrae Moore) goes insane, as if possessed by something inhumanly. And the crowd goes lunatic…. (source: online, unknown
That moment of mad paralyzing ecstasy… an experience to kill, or die, or live for…. (Source: online, unknown)
Then they watch for the climax
That moment
When a straight-faced calculating and sober-minded adult doctor suddenly bursts into tears
Because he cannot understand why they would taunt him
With such displays of artistic perfection
Don’t tease and call me “only human after all”
What am I to do
If you cut me I bleed
I am human
If you rap and move like that
I cry with longing and envy
Wishing I could be you,
Right there
In that moment
Wielding the greatest weapon you have over me now
Your mad love for the lines and moves
With that confidence and ease accompanying your ability to do them
That you know I can read very clearly all over you
In that moment
Right there
When a scientist who lives on and deals with facts and Pure and Undefiled Science
Is brought figuratively to his knees
Before a phenomenon he has no control over
As he literally quickens his heels
His eyes already leaking tears
It just is unfair!
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