There is a breathing here most of all,
the rise and the fall,
the reaching out and the pulling forth.
As water breathes it's self on to the land.
There is a breathing of word,
up from the depths of hard cold realities,
reaching into"NOW".
Breathing the same breath,
one that in the beginning was.
the raw sounds of "Real Poetry",
the truth rising.
Out of the experienced dreamer
it is "Rapped,
Real,
Poetic,
Truthful,
totally supreme.
Like fluid on a platform of solid beat,
making' the heat,
of da Rappa de Reapa' ,
of word.
Truth and beat,
of one spirit,
the human one!
There is a cycle here most of all,
fearless freedoms and bold truths,
breathing themselves ,
onto the land,
beaconed by a will to live.
LaLePoP'
