spoken_word silentbob Poised pontificating uttering his voice swarms around me analyzing, redeeming, pndering, making sense of things i never knew about wailing out a tidal wave of prose speeches, essays, and organized reports clarifying what i never thought of shining light on topics just under the surface a cult following of protest contageous to thousands if they'd only listen like intreveinous drugs and solutions to dirty needls and long lost innocents locked away in prison bars of death row dreadlocks hanging down like willow trees growing longer with age a vision of truth glimmering before me of shutting people up when they start to make sense like him. 000824 ... Mika His eyes, drifting over my contours His fingers, tangled in my hair His kiss, a glimmer in the darkness who needs spoken words to know he loves me 000824 ... j where does all the pain go? 030418 what's it to you? who go blather from