Poems from Poetic_Michelangelo
To be a bastard is to be fatherless
To be a bastard is to have a father in Heaven
To be a bastard is to be without the Father in Heaven
To...
The rich are the popular
The popular are the elite
The elite are the privileged
They have no passion to succeed
To be in the aristocracy...
A single drop of rain
Is a bullet from a sniper in the sky
Targeting my eye as I march Downtown
Past the bank, around the cable...
The rain in the back of my head comes from
The pain that festers in my heart.
My disdain towards myself makes me bleed more
Then a stab to...
The world consists of
Single blocks.
And we were towers of LEGO.
Stacked up, man on man
Like building blocks, and
Reaching for the top...