Gunpowder

I have lived lifetimes
In a single breath
Traversed the galaxy
With the force of spirit
Danced with angels
In the afterburn of breaking stars
Breaking as in b-boying
The stars break out into head spins, pop-locks to the sound of a meteor's beatbox
The number one contender for planetary MC is blood red mars
Warrior god spits rhymes like no other
Pluto to cold to get fired up
And venus too hot
With enough love to light up a room
Next week
We're having a poetry slam
Coz too many poets sound like failed emcees
No props, just lines, rhyme and reason