Journey Back in Time

So it begins, the journey to unknown destinations, to the path less traveled. I have been reminiscing about my college days of late, and the most profound memory would involve the poems I used to write. Sometimes, the poem would not end, it would simply go on and on, and I would end up making it a mixture between a rap song and poetry and I called it "floetry". I hear people referring to it nowadays as the "Spoken Word" and treat it as a relatively new phenomenon, yet I was doing it ten or more years ago. It is indeed true that history does repeat itself, for the things that were the rave years ago have a way of finding popularity with new generations.

I remember moving from writing poetry to writing songs, and the trouble I had with the process. In poetry, I could write and write and write. In songs, I had to condense my thoughts to a few lines, and hope that those listening to the songs would get the main message I was trying to communicate. The early days of songwriting were stressful because I wrote the same kind of songs in the same pattern. They also always had to rhyme as was the case with the poems. It took me some time before I realized that the song endings didn't have to rhyme, it just had to be memorable, remember-able, deep and catchy.

Most of my heart's expressions these days come out in the songs I write. This obviously means that most people will never see these songs because some of them are of a very very very personal nature. I write them in my heart and sing them to God, then they are forgotten because the person who they were intended for has already heard them and taken them to heart. The ones that He allows are heard by those who have heard me sing. I mostly write from two perspectives, God's and mine. I struggle to write a song that has no person trying to communicate something to another. It feels like a body without a heart, and in summary, here is a poem, for old time's sake:

What do I know of love
Only a series of joy and depression
Every season is laced
With equal measure of glee and tears
I cannot willfully choose to love
It has to take me by the choke-hold
It must not loosen its grip on me
Until I am captive to its charms
If you allow me a step away
Away I'll go, so far away
But if you send its arrows home
I'll never part, I'll never stray
I'll never be away, from home.....