O.P.P. (Other Peoples' Poetry)

Cloudy  Minds,  try  to  define  personal  Imprints

Lost  in  mental  storms,  no  tracks,  fore  gone,  concluding

Performed    for  ears,  premiering  thoughts  in  newness  

Spitting  in  bars,  spotlighting  skill  and  savvy….reality

Paying  attention,  I  patronize  artists’  walks  thru  stage  life

Amazed  at  the  homage  of  someone  or  something, reminiscing

Freestyles’  given  as  advice,  others  tell  stories,  all  remind  me  of  glory

In  relation  to  my  very  own  dream-chasing,  not  so  coincidentally

Oft  times,  heard  underground, or  as backstage,   fresh  on  the  dome  raw

I  roam  the  sheets  and  check  the  screens  for  one  more  verse

Hitting  me  hard, like  sledge-hammers  to  corns,  blood  is  drawn

Telling  tales  personally,  discreetly  yet  loudly  flashing  before  my  mind

Heart  and  souls  sing out  ovations  of  clarity,  as  equally  as  disparity

 I  stop,  look  and  listen,  often  finding  tools  to  use  in  my   own  missions

Catching  tears  that  fall  from  other  scribes,  by  disguise,  cleansing  insight

Mentally  conversing  on  my  personal  flights,  thru  highs  and  the  lows

No  fault,  so  need  to  pre-suppose,  just  letting  the  pupils  expose

Relating  and  pertaining,  to  entertaining,  maybe  even  constraining

I  got  to  give  props,  where  props  is  due,  by  dropping  a  remark  for  you

Thank  you  for  sharing…….and  this  means  you  too,  as  there  is  no  best,  just  another  life  changing  journey,  spelled  and  spun  in  O.P.P. …….Other  Peoples’ Poetry!