Words from a rising generation, say it brotha!

Grandpa: At night, as my soul creeps, with a brush of cold breeze, which constantly lingers, from my arms, swervin' down towards my fingers, At night, as my mind reaches beyond the horizon, to communicate with the super-natural,as my lungs collapse when brought to this, super magical world of spiritual redemption, to my publicity, of the, naked eye, a, life time journey at night, and, endless boredom during the day, I, travel beyond the surface of the face of the earth, to consume the knowledge of another dimension, while exceeding to comprehend with these verses, as i, continue to spit, while being dragged into the world of spirits, and im pissed, clinching my fists, tight, even harder, ..because, i can not locate my GRANDFATHER....) (Blah: Living through struggles, being launched a hundred deep under the puddle, at 99 feet, my, mind bends and twists behind the chinky eyes that defines me, as, just..THAT asian, thats why when i spit every sentence, i mention things that attract attention to create an illusion, so i, could, define me, Define me, as i, define the meaning of each and every word in the sentences of my poem, and, i'll still keep going, keep flowin', writing poetry, with the pen gripped tight in my right, between my thumb and index, flyin' across the piece of loose leaf, dancing, forming letters, into words, into sentences, into paragraphs, into a relevent unmerciful poem, grabbing my soul and squeezing the light out of it, allowing my heart to pump quick, my lungs to gasp for air, and my tongue to apply saliva and spit tasty rhymes for others to devour, and consume the truth....

By Dean Uppasai