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                                        theres rocks in my pool tonight.                                              i tried to swim through                            but caught my self in a rapid, i just let the water take me 
The city roads are full of potholes. The railroads creek and squeak with the passing of heavy machinery. I sit in the garage at my borther's home. I am a homeless college graduate--in debt.
I am a Man of God. I ask myself, "Are you living like a Man of God?" Humph... Something is just not right... Why are these things happening to me? Why am I hearing these voices? Get away fear!
A thing that not many can endure The pressure You treasue Once knocked at my door Small and brittle My heart ripped in four What love was for certain I wasn't quite sure
I have looked into the abyss Stood rooted in fear Paralyzed, my next move unclear Withheld myself from ever finding bliss
The boy I was a year ago still had a dad.A loving dad who was just trying to turn a boy into a man.For a tragedy was coming. The boy I was a year ago was a little more sophomoric.Didn't care if I was wrong, I didn't care about anything but myself.
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Who are you? How did you do that? I cried as I looked back in time, He wrapped his icy arms around my waist, we stood there, intertwined,
He had always loved the flimsy fabric of her sheer summer dresses, It made the beloved task of breaking the cheap polyester threads easier. They covered her rich and silky almond colored skin, how selfish.
I could cradle you all day long until you fell asleep in my arms Rock you away with me in the waves like Aaliyah's lyrics Or simply rub you across my lips like my favorite MAC lipstick
Every man isn't war. Every man doesn't bring peace but every man has a poem. Every man isn't you, your son and your father but every man is wrapped in skin; carrying some form of light,
About Love About Relationships Man And Woman About Nice and Beautiful Woman About The Natural Instinct About The Passion That Overcomes All Obstacles And Incinerates Everything
ICARUS - a stiffened dream of humanity in his desire - to fly Space ships and airplanes is not full of human feeling that this dream has come true Our mind want to traveling around the stars and distant worlds
Chasing for a deeper meaning behind the twinkling lights above just as the man who stands inches away.
So the creature Substitutes the Creator For theories... Now the creature
Someone once told me  A man doesn't cry He also isn't weak Alright, ok So, I should become a machine incapable of emotion then? What's so wrong with crying every now and often?
To the one I cannot live without,  you make my days so much brighter, Without a doubt in mind,  you are life's little fighter. Pizza pizza pizza rocking everywhere.  Jk I love my man without a doubt, 
  Once I had a father, who was strong, hard working, and a good husband That's what I wanted to believe That's what I told myself Who was I fooling?
My hunger survives off your belligerent smile, as it puts the blazing sun up in my sky It's those nonsensical possibilities you whisper which floods my being with your eyes
Let me tell you a story, Fantastic as can be, It's about a perfect man, He who died on a tree. It was not a hanging, that's far from true, It's called a crucifixion, and He died for me and you.
Heavens' gates open wide as a new soul approaches slowly.  Crisp air frightens the new arrival,  yet there is freedom. Freedom in knowing the choice was his. 
He’s an alcoholic. A genius, but moronic, Meanest when he’s on it. Sedentary, Practically a-biotic As his eyes drooped then widened He would take another shot In the back of darkened corners
I love the way a man walks swagger to the side left to right he glides the way a man talks whether deep or light his voice is just right the way a man smells makes my heart excel
Oh to have a beard, that is my dearest wish.  I am so smooth and hairless just like a little fish.    It would be smooth and silky like ladies underwear
A mirror has the ability to make a duplicate of one's self. It isn't a true copy but a near shadow of who one really is. For a mirror can only show so much, and often it leaves out the core of who one is.
Nature likes citieskeeps man stackedon top of each otherout of her wayso she can roam freein fields and mountainsdown gentle streams .
In the still of the night I cannot see,   Low as the moon appears to be sinking Over the tall pine trees and the mountains clear. Vacantly my poor mind avoids thinking,
There, a bloody knife in his handThere, he went from boy to manCrying, tears from the eyes in his headTraumatized from the blood he had shedHow his youth had gone so quickly
In the passing heat of the ephemeral spring Beneath the sound of interstate  Atop decrepit track of neglected railroad Surrounded by walls of painted wisdom Of littered art Of withered graffiti 
I'm not afraid of my shadow, Or the satin woven black Of the night sky, Words it lack. I'm a heavy breather, Fantasiser, I believe In the Northern light. But strap my arms Behind my back
The man behind the photo is unknown his true nature are within the pixles of a picture his facial expression like the cover of a book
How are we supposed to move beyond yesterdayWhen we are not confident in tomorrow?How can one moment you be so sure...and the next time feel borrowed?How can all the joy we found, be remembered now as sorrowed?How can time go on long enough for...
Vivid pictures; envision a soul, lost in the thoughts that'd keep a grown man cold, poor kid, just 16, livin in hell, fightin demons while he deals with the swells,  of all the dangers and how cops fancy the cells,
The media tells me I gotta be a man, Well I say I do what I can. Society wants to tear me down, But look at me, I ain't wearin' a frown! Roll with the punches, Go with the flow, Don't sit at lunches,
After 23 years, the eyes seen so much, trying to keep up in life, but its always in a rush. High School flew by, Undergrad did too, struggling to get by, while my bank account gave me the blues.
Who is flawless ? I know that I am not. Nor do I claim that I am I am full of flaw as are you.
Dad
I miss the way you used to look at me with your gentle eyes  so carefully I miss your dazed and confused way of life your wisdom and your courage your corny comedy and your pride
  Tattoos? Not a chance. 
the first time a boy smoked too many cigarettes because of me, he became a man. he coughed my blood into his palms, tasted my iron & grit, his tongue finally learned the
To my descendants: When I arrived in this role I had been given, love was blossoming in many ways. People were just learning to love people for who they are, what they are.
The sun that rises every morning day, The light illuminates my precious way, The tennis court becomes my second home, Whether outside or in an indoor dome. I play for joy, for love, for sport, for peace,
I don't if is been the movies or my friends, I have recently become an addict for a woman's fur, their beautiful skin and beautiful lips make me go crazy, if only I had a special girl that could fulfill my thirst,
My Heart is like a symbol steady tinging
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And it was then were in the cavern of insolence where he was kept All that was deemed unfit and of akin to detriment on the male spectrum As channeled into his being. The ritual left him full of woe and without reason
It can be hard to stop and think about the man behind the curtain.the one thats truly hurtingThe one thats not deservingYou can never be confident with the one behind the curtain.
Man have to know what's alone is.
Word after word
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  Walks amongst the grass, with a smile to the sun. Warmth about his heart, the boy longs for lasting fun. Fear so compelling, he walks a path through debris. So dark and twisted, is to man's reality.  
We start our lessons before we can speak They want us to walk while our legs are too weak We find strengh with age and stand on our own  We say a few words amongst the dribble and groans
You struggling to get to college , you try to fill out all the scholarships that you can    You get tired and drained from all the work you have done  
  What is a Man? One who sheds no tears Who drinks all day and night, with vessels flooded with beer.   What is a Man? One who has no goals, makes his conscience dissolve,
Let me list the things that are on my mind The FEAR is gone and so is the strife
The mind, body, and soulAre explorations on their own Humanity is rich in curiosity And our livelihoods come in all shapes and forms Only ten percent of our mind has been achieved
I used to think I loved you I used to think you cared I used to think "this is it" I used to be so scared I used to want to be your all I used to think you did too
Life once created a soul with mighty dreams and hopes Yet it only took a man to destroy it
You want to love me? Prove to me your ability. I'm stronger than most men, You think you can handle me? Ha, prove it to me. Push me against the wall, Rub you rough hands Against my soft skin.
My Father always asks me, "What makes a man, a man?" and I'm never able to answer because I simply know I cant.
I've never liked change too much Change brings risk Risk brands possibility Possibility boils expectation Expectation breeds disappointment   I've never liked change too much
Two tomorrows
There is this beauty of men I have.. Walking past my eyes I take mini pictures.. From their mouth that's clean like fresh snow... To their bodies that they take time to grow.. I could always admire a man..
I am the strange man. The man that is a boy. The boy that is a man. I play words as a decoy, I refuse to write and wrong with the same hands. So I try to write as well as I can.
Today I fell in love,With the man on the moon.I thought I was seeing God,Then he waved and smiled.He pointed to a star,And motioned that it was mine.
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Why is it that whenever,
The Hardness of her heart the coldness of her hand, i wonder why she ignores me so much.   The sparkle in her eye is only when she crys, confort seems to not be enough.  
The clang of a single coin in an empty tin Alerts the man to sadly look down.   He fishes out the nickel Holding it up to the light Dreaming of what it must feel like
       what is a man ? what is a man? you see my earliest memory is sun rays cutting through my bedroom window  as I watch my mom dwindle in tidle waves of envelopes and in moments like this I fail
There's a place that you can go, a state of mind. Where you scrape the ultimate supreme, marking ink in the lobes of you brain.   Spun by emotion and directed by Hope,
I deserve a man Who accepts me as I am Sees past my flaws And reminds me that I can I deserve a man Who will treat me right And even though we may fight He will be there day and night
Body Language With the strut of the Wind, The boundless flow of time. Our minds tend to flutter, With an undying chime.   Speaking through tocs and tics Vision scattered,
I cry myself to sleep at night, hoping I'll wake to see the light. The beautiful light so warm and so bright, but soon I sleep and relive the fright. First I feel the water so warm and refreshing, then he joins me I start regressing.
  The ball bounces against the crack of the drive Two little girls laugh as they miss the backward shot. Dusk disappears like their childhood
I wonder if she even cares about me? All this name calling is wearing and tearing on my internally My confidence level has dropped and My the respect I have for myself is lacking
M  ountains of work, bills, burden-- the family must be fed. A  nd a young man's dreams? N  o.   they don't exist.   W  orried silver threads O  ver the sink, bubbles sliding on wrinkles
A man is a man only when he thinks he can a man loses his purpose in life when he begins to doubt himself.                                                                      - Frank Posada IV
     What sly, sneaky dogs gentleman can be,disguising themselves to others to have a sort of innocent fluency. But what man can truly stand with his girl and not look at another,or struggle not to?
The greatest struggle a man faces is himself. How shall I describe man? He is full of trickery, deceit, and lies. He manipulates and twists the world for his best interest. He is a hypocrite.
The boy was sitting on the grass, eyes looking past the trees. His words played with mass, falling. or flying with ease.   He followed the sunlight where it led down a path for the brave and afraid.
I remember one morning I sat on the porch and played with my dolls Gritty sand of the ground In my teeth Under my nails   I remember looking up There was a man walking down the road
Yet my heart flutters, my gut repulses.I crave his company and voice,even though every mutter of his breath will be of her.The way his lips move when he speaks,oh it melts me to the core with crave.
So many struggle to find reason for their lives So many struggle to go on So many struggle Yet so many miss on the simplest joys in life So many regret their past sins So many live in their failures
The tears roll down from his eyes and are blown away in whispers By the wind This Man I do not know him   He cries in an agony I cannot see He is alone beside me
Writing a poem is a grand expression Of the man I am and the one I want myself to be Words become lines, lines become poems, interconnected like brush strokes in a painting or the individual notes of a favorite song These words that capture my hea
I write for the world. Its skies of blue stretching uniqueness across the planet Revealing its luster and foliage for all the universe to see
  The Sun is a man, I’m sure… Shining for me, and only me, in the morning, Sitting with me at the end of my day; Comforting me, sometimes consoling me,
Moonshinethat croon of minemad and frantic infection, a moan that stirs from hurttoils that strike like weights, pulls at your foreheadskins your knuckles it’s irrelevant my wants,your wants.
feelings go unrequited because you have high standards, havent found anyone quite like it. now your fate decided, you're striving to find someone thats trying, to understand you like they're psychic. they come around, but you never buy it.
I woke to a cloudless blue sky, to towering redwood trees To fluttering avian creatures basking in the warm sun’s embrace. The forest was full and alive, breathing Compelling you to look but not to take.
mind is on hold heart is in fast forward words were once all that needed to be heard                  Now  The People Need A Proclamation.          A Declaration From You To The People.  
  I saw him standing there All cool and suave. For what seemed like an hour a glance we’d share. And there he was.   He was an artist with hands big and strong.
Money and the streets don't Impress me Grab a Bible read to me be like Gandhi God gave his son who is a part of us Asking for our love as he died for us Faith of a seed is all we need
The implications of your strength confuse My emotions and leave me perplexéd; Do I find safety in your able arms, Or do I fear the strength sup’rior to mine? The way you take control is my excuse
To be ownéd by you is my dark wish, Sweet man who has power to bid me his will, And protect me from those who’d demolish My heart and send my world into a hell. I do not care what the radicals say,
Allow me to set the scene Mother of four One of the most faithful dope fiends To the Four admired as a queen The oldest only 16 Father figure to the youngest 3 No help offered Because she aint clean
The Black man...which stands on the corner It identifies and symbolizes the border in which his congregation of friends and himself have allowed themselves to loiter See everyday I pass along that very corner
Man
The psyche of man Only sees what it wants to And is therefore blind
It is times like this when men we see, Our fragile broken destinies. When through false strength and proud façade, Appears the pea beneath the pod. It’s times like these as men we know,
For a man to love a woman For a woman to love a man God is placed into their lives For God to love man and women And for the love of man and woman To be eternal
I have seen him weep and I have seen him cry and I have seen him in the throws of victory and ecstasy. Yet, Yet I look at him now, broken and crippled and old. And I see sadness in his eyes.
Mirror, mirror do you see this all? Mirror, mirror how could you fall? Mirror, mirror you're no longer on the wall. Mirror, mirror you lay in pieces before me.
I look in the mirror and what do I see? Deep green eyes I see Soft edges of the face I see Her innocent lips tainted with sin I reach out to her. She reaches.
Words of this man tickle my ears Invading my mind like a rash But the mystery man never appears Forever eluding my grasp
A being but not of flesh He is existence He is truth He is all The melody he sings Graces the ears Like honey the tongue A fresh current sprung Spreading, reaching, growing, flowing—unheard
Kristin Knox Forest Man
Kristin Knox Forest Man
It started with a man and a dream He held his dream high in his right hand, for the world to see It screamed, it yelled, it burst into motion Its message was “Set me free” There was no room in society for his dream
A Man and a Woman are like Peanut butter and Jelly The Man, Peanut butter. He starts off hard but when he gets whipped he becomes smooth and hard to swallow. The Woman, Jelly.
If I could see over this farmed hills, I wouldn't have to be afraid of life's thrills. I am here for you brother-man Here to lend a simple hand.
a man a loving man non violent man who wants other man to love one another man to man it wouldn't matter what the skin color of the man it would be how the man acts to another man and if we are man
I dream of a place where there are no countries fighting, There will be no more wars, And no more innocent people dying. Why can't these dreams be achieved? Because man is selfish and mean,
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