wordsmithing as ceaselessly
controlled drifting
paradigm downshifting
spokerimmed gladness on jetfuel
ready for launch
the pundit pistons
rivers of vibrations reverberating
intense anticipation rushes
as a storm of milliseconds drive by
the moment has not arrived
draft feelings into redlined symbolic tactics
a corridor appears in memory lane
gears gladly grinding going for gold
in the now moves poetic traffic
potential patience performs as cranks get kinetic
momentous moves made on lexical slingshots
flouting defenses after the deafening defiance
only to find oneself back in the pack
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knowledge intervention?
wisping words wandering a white, wondrous wasteland of widening wisdom ?
or perhaps callous belief in a true language?
musical bits pieced together like
precious stones surrounding ones neck?
or some dream of birds in flight, crafting conciertos out of cacophonies?
squawk, squawk or
a melodious A (minor) ?
the title is in reference to a soccer commentator named Ray Hudson who in a frenzy once said "I've no more words, I cannot express this because you're gonna have to invent a new language in English"...he has a unique ability to coin phrases that defy both logic and belief.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gS6Np-g_h5w
jump to 1:53 to see what i mean
in part 1 i wanted to describe the wind in as many visual and physical and twisted ways as i could think of...in part 2, i used the same idea to reflect on part 1 with a nascar theme
YEA BABY!
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