Inside the Page

I create worlds with written words and abstract thoughts
subtract ya thoughts, it`s the only way you wont get caught
in a web of ideas, complex concepts, I capture minds with my text
out of context, with a whiplash rhythm to snap ya necks.
When the pen touches the pad, it opens a portal to ya soul
and with a bold exclamation, you`re sucked into that hole
where the words sprout limbs and fends for themselves
it`s a word-eat-word world and humans sit on the shelves
stuck in books, where there`s a world of their own
I wont get into that part, cause these worlds go on and on.
In this particular place, the sky`s covered with blue clouds that rain phrases
and the days are not measure by numbers, but by barz and phases,
with gauges lining the streets that measure the rhythmic course
the lights are powered by a steady flow from a verbal source.
Nouns and pronouns hang together while verbs run the streets
interjections have conflicting confrentations with adjectives for reputation
so take a seat, look into the night sky that`s covered with college rule
and moon-sized eyeballs that scribbled us into existance while at school.