Marcus E Coates - The Reckless Spirit

This is an open letter a statement for the better
From Adelaide South Australia Word to all poets rhymers Philosophers diggers of the Free Spoken word
Let us all be heard across the globe
May all feel the light of this strobe radiate conglomerate
To the wordsmith faction embrace the disdain
Be here now in the spirit of traction so all we digging
It’s rhyme time people MEC in the reckless Spirit
Now endeared to all from brooklyn ridge to london bridge
Up to the far reaches of nepal we’re in for the long haul
With that innermost conscious fear
Ever present silhouette
Subconscious leer your career experimental no finality
Evident reality staring down the barrel your apparel
Pretty big dreams bigger scenes locked down in the psyche
Paid by Nike with it the almighty liberated mildly
A cold war quietly a fascist like the brashest Iatola
A brother tries to kick it finger pick it
Told to Stick it bi-polar rocks and cola
Living pay to pay who’s to pay
While the pope ropes a dope
From the vatican crunching crackling
Slamming grappa dapper madder than a hatter
Wonderland fable jibber tongues of babel destruction
Severing the cable now who’s able
Bringing to the point blowing all out the joint smashing
Through it while you blew it then spewed it
From the gutter to a mutter to a stutter
Raise another brother
Other Mother out a rut what’s up
Can you give me a minute to kick it i’m in it
Your lights gonna dim it
Ed here to tell all the know alls
Put head through the brick wall and so on
It’s game on and brain on to critical acclaim,
Insane as bill kreton
I wage a war like Agamemnon my line shines
Puns slice ya like sickle ain’t fickle now greasing your way
To the nickel hot foot with a needle banging whores for a bit
Your serenity don’t make a hit I’m steady eveready
While you’re lookin’ for the medley
Your old Man let you down Ever so gently slapping you back to your backward reality
Turning my verse in my hearse of catastrophe
My efficiency a purse verse sensibility unmatched labels
Want to snatch my agility autonomy
Won’t give way to possibility
No affiliate to a corporate Anthology
Struggle on a socialist agenda
Ghost writers dosing on the bottle on a bender
Yo will all remember
I’m a guest annually twenty fourth of December
You classify me as a toy can’t handle me I spit thrice
Ice colder than sobriety
You’re nothing but a pilanidol sinus
Check the dictionary
Welcome to the real coalition of the free

Wordsmith coalition, keeping the deam going flowing it’s rhyme Loopin’ time all Remember

I said D.O.A. no fear I adhere
Throwing up lines to a raucous cheer
Yo dolls mad hatting making tom catting calls
No bullets gonna pierce, my flow is fierce
Versed in rap cite us got arthritis of the write us
Try to fight us
Just ignite us king of sparta
I won’t barta the demoralizer
Your vessel capsizer crunch your attack
With incisor abide unstitch Ya
Like the nervous twitch of your best bitch
Lyin’ in the ditch we cool with your level
And the dirt and the shovel enslavement
You’re consciously aware It’s depravement
Torture your made men entrepreneurs just
The grunts of cavemen and my metaphors
Slam your doors
As your hopes hit the pavement
Assured severed cord no insurance
Covers your derangement scratching the surface
We’ll fix your Arraignment deal
For the bail and the critics we impale still flowing
While the medias mowing sowing papers
Story tellers to upsell us overzealous turn the page outraged Uncaged detained a quick intervention poor white ascension A legacy a fresh intention automatic diplomatic immunity,
Head of the committee looking pretty
Getting jiggy on a U.N. spending spree
A call from the wild to the highest
Not the pious unbiased of the Ceremony
Word out wordsmith coalition exemplary
When opportunity knocks take it two hands shake it
Let them know you’re not fearing steer soul blazer trail
Never fail repetitious so delicious let them have it like a habit
White rabbit black mallet hammer down final say clay sculpture Vulture picking at ya Bones keeping tones in the spirit
Inner voice giving choice crying out leaving doubt all clear on it Leave the past blind Rhyme now it’s time for all to just hear it

Written by:
Marcus Coates

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