We all exist in a world, where we all want something to stir up our mood,
Like the words that seep forth from the lips of a Rhema faith man.
Many want it small, some want it big.
Either ways, you starts by flaming up the atmosphere with the words that seep through me.
And when i tilt my pen to paper, my words wont occupy space like matter.
I would like you to dwell on the lyrics as it sweeps you over,
Over to a place, in a space where you face more of the flow,
Keep the fire burning, let the smoke gets running,
Till it makes you feel younger again like the tender breath of a lover's health.
Pay attention to the words, get your tension controlled under therealm of my diction.
As it breaks off your yokes, and set your oak in a place where your leaves can grow freely.
Feeling free again like a bird free from a Fowler's snare.
Reignite the fire, keep the flame on.
Let the heat of the lyrics hits you hard, leave your past behind,
Forget your history for now, and flow with me and my diction.
Leave your worries behind, let the diction decide your fate.
Till we are overflown by its energy,
For all you need is the diction, in the realm of me and my diction.
So gets connected to it in its realm, flow with me in my lines,
For I'm your entertainer, then allow me to entertain you!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem