Let’s make things and shake things
like changeling rearranging the pavement.
Say strange things to neighbours
who think we are strangers.
Built walls with our words,
let us break ’em.
Let us not be forsaken.
Reawaken the sage,
make a statement!
No wires for our voice
only fire in the air
I’ll be there,
come and find me.
Come rhyme ’til the sun
only shines within us,
until we deconstruct
and all earth turns to dust.
Let’s rhyme ’til eyes open, eyes open.
Let’s rhyme to the folk who find hope
in this spoken street art,
oh how broken we are,
so come show me your scars,
come and throw down your guard
and be open to chance –
behold the entranced and enchanted,
living with the gifts they were granted,
irresistant to wishes of masters.
Sold, caught and told there is freedom at last,
if we can’t perceive bars does it mean we’re at large?
Canned laughter as the weakened get plastered.
Each week we feel shafted.
Each weekend it passes.
Get off your arse, join the cast of the classless.
Come learn the art of burning hearts in the darkness.
Come be incensed, fill the cracks in the path with
impactive syntax as an act of catharsis.
more by Lucas Howard
photograph by Austin Neill