Swing beats, be-pops, and bass lines

Breaking through paper

Breathing in life

Building off the groundwork of poetic hypnosis

When pencil meets guitar pick

And paper is the drum pad

Expression evolves to music

Only then does poetry sing

These lines are the beginning

They’re the base of my tune

A cliff to jump off of

Into an abyss of rhyme and melody

Captured by a jazzy rift

And slammed against a wall of rock

Enveloped by a wave of hip hop

The sand supporting this ocean is poetry

I have a passion for this sand

It’s the only way to build my musical castle

The only way to make a beat

Poetry is the only way the beach survives