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Point One
I had a moment... an epiphany of unusual relevancy
That came to me in a vision at the moment of what seemed imminent victory
I saw myself as an angel with tattooed wings, attempting to fly with them valiantly
But, understanding after a short moment, that falling feels just like flying when you let go of preconceived fantasies
The winds of dreams that seemed a second before to buoy me, roared against my face
Viciously tearing away at the illusion of being able to fly with tattooed wings, making me know my place
As dreams fade with sunlight into the visceral awareness of reality... grogginess makes it hard to keep pace
With the violent slap of another life disappointment, another moment tinged with a bitter taste
This dream was shattered [crowd: "by point one!"]
A shared dream among brother's before reality's gun
Our dream was shattered [crowd: "by point one!"]
It's a bitter pill to swallow to come in second when you know that you're second to none
I poured love, time, and... basically everything into my team
I'm proud of these moments, these members of hope, all of us sharing a focused dream
Slam poetry isn't just a pastime, it's a lifestyle, a sanctuary, far more than it seems
Maybe raw in competitive ferocity, but after all, even raw diamonds gleam
Exposing an untapped beauty, but like that diamond, the competition's rough
So much strategy, so much skill, and so much posturing and bluff
The ideas intermingle so flawlessly.... but, I have to tell you, it is tough
To try and fly with tattooed angel's wings is sometimes... just not quite enough
This dream was shattered [crowd: "by point one!"]
A shared dream among brother's before reality's gun
Our dream was shattered [crowd: "by point one!"]
It's a bitter pill to swallow to come in second when you know that you're second to none
-David "Dingo" Bleecher