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He awakens to a day of hopeafter happy day of birthattended by smiling parents proudwho know his priceless worth.He awakens to a day of hopelying restless on his bumafter one move that surprises him
Thank you teacher ,for your kind gesture.
You reached deep in my heart, and encourages me to start.
You polished me ,and I found what I could be.
You made me a way ,to give me a better day.
When my muse ingnitesVerse that excitesThen you have meDead to rights—I'm a poet!.
.© 2020 Mark Toney. All rights reserved.
True understanding is
a function of verse.
Jumbling up a puzzles
painstakingly pieced together
allows full aprreciation
for the picture within.
This is why I write.
All these bitches delirious
I said, “could you be serious?”
They all be acting mysterious
But In my bedroom, you don’t hear of this
I said, “Get on the floor!”
She said, “Give me some more!”
Brain constructs phrases and sentences
Sends the information to the gaping hole
It’s detailed and thorough
Black hole receives it and ruins it effectively
The low thumping beat in my brain,
Is featured with depressing lyrics.
I feel the need to cry,
Yet I restrain.
That was my first song of 2016.
I heard the reflection of an iceberg is you when you renew your vision
Tell me how to get clarity with my wrong decisions
I guess my heart is a toy, did i fail to mention
Hopeless, and I don't think that you noticed so i wrote this
Cause I want you to know this before I disappear,whether I'm dead or gone,far from here
Love my city although many mental wounds had to scar here
Honestly,can't think of a way outta poverty
Palms sweating the fuck'll happen to my life, if I don't win the lottery
Everybodies on my back,sometimes I wish they'd get off of me
1. Music is the one thing I can not live without
2. I feel like it takes me to a different place
3. I enjoy music as much as I enjoy sauerkraut
4. When I listen to music, different expressions strike my face
I got you but I even tripping on it, stopped the swper ro swiping go and call me dora
the explorer firefox motorolla I lov you cause you go an take me over cloud 9
As easy as counting one, two, three
I tend to learn with a breeze
A fast learner who’s quite free
From the struggle of trying to see
I scooch back
pressing my body
into the hard
leather seat
that’s just barely too
upright to be
comfortable.
As the cymbals crash at the final note,
the audience applauds and lose their minds.
We stood upon the platform posing...
Our bodies exhausted but still filled with adrenaline.
Hamlet speech To be or not to be now that is my question/
Weather to act to or not react and then explain my confession/
Is it right I don't react, I feel I'm losing control/
I don't really know exactly what my verse will be,
But all I know is that I am here, alive
Right now
But somehow
I do know that I am meant to be, do,
Something great.
And for now
Theology twisted, robbing the poor
Sick religions have the saints misunderstood
U.S. economy in it for self
Rich stiff necked scholars still seeking knowledge
But graduated from a top Ivy League college
You said you wished the stars were red,so I pulled them down one by oneand painted them by hand,for you.
Every poets’ voice is distinct.
an indicative drawl or rasp,
a characteristic blend of dialect,
a certain brand of sarcastic humour;
Saluzcion's Never been the type to write my name on a ballot and cast a vote
Placing my goals and aspirations on the next man's hope; nope
Wasting time slow; going through procrastination,
I rather be thought a fool then open my mouth and remove all doubt; speaking on things I know nothing about or live through
But the sad truth is so vague
Like body ash in a cigarette ash tray, pause,
As I sit back and reclined
Enjoying a cubano and glass of wine
I cant help but think of the modern times; where ladies are hard to find, and all I see is dames and dymes
I'm either gonna rise above poverty or define my existence
A poetic vision, encrypted with a hustler's ambition,
listen dying for what a icon stands for ain't the mission
Isolation and depression
Go hand-in-hand
When you’re too far away
from where you should stand.
I was concieved as nothing less than a miracleFrom 3-7 was too damn hysterical8-12 i was growing up, afriad to be minimalSo by 13 I became an infamous criminalFrom 14-16, i paid my does, so i thought; super imbecil
A few years ago, I had to make a decision
Remain in the hood and risk going to prison
Continue to allow the evil to cloud my vision
Or pick up a pen and become a musician
Ever lyric, every bar, became my ammunition
It's not that I wanna screw it up, I just so happen to be good at itIt's not as if I don't wanna quit, but unfortunately for me I'm like my father another addict.
EVEN WHEN I FREE-FALL YOU WILL NEVER SEE ME SWEAT. THROUGH MY DOWNFALL, I NEVER LOST RESPECT. I AIN'T COMPLAINING, I'M MAINTAINING THAT CONSIGLIARE MENTALITY THESE OTHER CATS AIN'T IN.
