The List for Writing the Bestest Lyrical Essays Ever

The Pieces and parts or the Beats and the Rhythms

Write: The basis of all communication. The fact is, what your consumers finally read or hear your creation it has been through a thousand edits, changes, and rewrites. It has been tossed around and tortured through your mind because you are the almighty creator. This is your piece, and it is your attempt to express their innermost feeling onto the page or into the ears of your consumer. But it all starts with spitting rhymes onto the page as quickly as you can, writing at a feverish pace because your hands cannot keep up with your mind. Your thoughts are flowing, spilling out of you with passion and zeal onto the page. This is your rough-cut and raw steel, yet to be heated, sharpened, honed, smashed, cooled, and repeated time and time and time again. This is where the bestest begin.

Language: In the beginning there were words. And then you, the creator said, "Let there be a story!" and the words were assembled into sentences, and built into paragraphs, and then chapters, and finally into a completed story sitting in front of the creator. Our basis for the story is the understanding of language, and that begins the initial draft of our essay. But you, the lyrical grandmaster, haven't used the language you learned in third grade from writing what you were led to believe was the right way. You used the language of your family, how your brother says PNIANIO instead of piano, or how grandmama uses, "well I'll be!" to express surprise. Now, what works? What doesn't work? How can you refine and tell your story in the way it flows through the consumer's mind like soft pink clouds drifting through the sunset sky.

Beat: Now that you, the almighty creator, the lyrical grandmaster, have used your basic knowledge of language to create the initial draft. Destroy it. Disassemble your baby. Smash the sentences with a thesaurus. Throw the statements against the wall like wet spaghetti. Stand back. What sticks in your mind? Stare at your creation in the beautiful destruction you, the creator, have wrought and slowly, ever so slowly, assemble that disastrous masterpiece back together finding the natural beat that you can now see hidden within the chaos. Begin to bob your head and when your chin hits the bottom, you, the poetic hero, have found your beat.

Rhythm: Find the words that fill the beats, or the regular occurrence of the strong and the weak patterns. Move that word here, replace this idea, clarify, simplify, expand, contrast. Structure the words, oh poetic prophet, into the soothing blanket for your consumer's mind. You build the musical sounds, broken with the silences that becomes your lyrical essay. You are the funkalicius word flinger.

Flow: The constant stream of words that stitch the rhythm and the beat, interwoven within your lyrical essay, your perfect word storm, your masterpiece because you are the wordsmith, the poetic prophet, the lyrical grandmaster, our almighty creator, and you, my friend, have created the bestest lyrical essay with little to no effort except for all the pain of the tortured artist.

Now, that next idea blossoms in your mind and you start again by spitting your rhyme.