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Hate to let you goOur life till now has beenhigh drama in a showWe both have given up ontrying to make things right,all we do is fight,stuck in a hopeless plight.I wish you wouldn’t go
Driven by the moon
Though I'm sustained by the sun
I find some refuge in believing
God will hold me when I'm done
HAPPINESS
Happiness
is clearly
programmed
to live in you,
but you must
absolutely
leave room in
your heart
and head for
it to bring you
what it must
bring you.
Road to glory
is bumpy lumpy.
Gory to walk 🚶
in glory.
Road to
Achievement
always
seems
obscure but
an enthusiastic
makes it obvious.
Plus
determination,
Nothang
can we
wish you order
than
saying.
Long Live
Femi Otedola
Abundance
health to
gladden your
heart.
May thee
boat always
floating
unstoppably.
One thought starts a dream,
One smile sooths the soul,
One good deed starts a flame
One word can change a heart.
To the dreamer who's dream-
Has expanded my nation,
To the dreamer who's dream-
In a world of injustice and unequivocal hate
There is a girl who believes in good
She has seen the blood of the massacred dreams
Of those forced into motherhood
She has walked the streets the poor call home
knock! knock! at my grill
i dont know who it is in late april
what i see i cant believe it real
i have e friend right at my grill
He meant to marry honesty
But cowardness has blessed his lips
He meant to call bravery
But regrets and mistakes
Were always on his tail
He so much loved kindness
But there goes fear
don’t let the good times
cover the bad
soak in those moments
but never feel sad
to have felt such joy
is a blessing alone
let go of that boy
put down that phone
I can see the rain a comin'
fire in my eyes
I can see the rain a comin'
baby no disquise
with you.
I can see your face when I'm alseep
the words you never said rest heavy on my heart
From the Heavens, You Have Fallen
Were you leaping across growing mountains?
Or swimming in the cytoplasm of a cell?
Perhaps you were drinking from the milky way.
From the heavens, you fell,
God hired angels
To write some books
Those books
Were called life
The angels have to
Choosing our destiny
Arranging our fates
Erasing our dumb choices
When I ponder about life's existence,
I have patience rather than vanity
In the American experience-
USA, with gloat, loses sanity;
Grasping this entire world of disorder,
Hey, you. Yeah, you!
I don't know how to tell you this.
Imma have to whisper it to you.
(I LOVE YOU.)
Did you hear me?
Good.
Staring out over the oceanThe sun's reflection burningSparkling off the Blue Man's hullCreates a sounding paradiseThat never seems to dull
I’ve been face to face with the Devil.
I have braved darkness, deep and shallows.
Above and beneath the bowls.
O! The howls!
I came a long way on this hell road, with my eyes closed,
Death is a woman,
But how could i know it?
She doesn't fall in love,
But she sure doesn't show it,
Death is my oxygen,
After too many amoxicillin,
Is there better advice?
I want to be around people who make me feel good,Heart stops,Not a thought.I want to be around people who make me happy,Can't breathe,My head gets too sappy.
My words are lost tonight.
They are in your mouth,
Because you always seem to win the arguments.
Some nights you lay in bed thinking about the bad things you've done.
Other nights, you congratulate yourself for the good things you've done.
No matter what people say, good and bad will always balance out each other.
Dear Allah,
This is Your masterpiece of wonder,
Who at only six years old
Could speak and direct the world,
Be it real or virtual.
Paper is good
plain as the rain.
Made from wood
a poor tree's pain.
Creations that could
your mind's drain.
Exploring the would
imagination's plane.
paper is good.
Dear past me,
He told you, so you thought
“I'm not good enough”
She said so, so you thought
“I look too fat in this dress”
I am thankful for you
You had helped me with more happiness
You helped us move a better home though it is a struggle, I love it
You helped me go to my favorite place on Earth, the rollercoasters were amazing
my baby he loves me
so he tells me (you’re a chore) to
break me open like a tidal wave and
i will always return to him to this love
this is love
Love is about concessions
Not about empty confessions.
Love is about a mutual respect
Not about reading the other's texts.
-Love is patient-
Love is not an excuse
You taught me to wait
Because you said I love you back
You taught me that it was okay to accept apologies
When your actions were like a song stuck on a broken track.
Because I loved you
Once upon a time, I was a princess
I was a beauty who lived in a castle;
I sang with the birds, spoke gracious words,
But all the while found my stigma a hassle
There was a prince I was supposed to love,
And life
That blessed mother
She has her favorites
She gifts the evil
And destroys the good
And you are the best of them
So when life keeps hitting you
When I close my eyes all I see is darkness,
then I open my eyes all is see is light.
So, I crawled beneath my bed
do you know
how exhausting it was
to rebuild what he had broke?
the walls that he so violently tore down?
the fire within me that he slowly extinguished?
the shelter that left me stripped raw and helpless?
Reaching out
And reaching out.
Help the helpless
But I am the helpless.
Standing out is too much
Blending in is too little.
Respect for your mother's wishes.
Start off small while you're small, wash the dishes.
A father would also be demanding of some respect.
Simply do as he would expect.
When times have me feeling weak and weary
I know just where to go.
To the mountains I travel to make my life a little more cheery.
Life may be still
Sometimes even ill
There is darkness in every corridor
Creeping up to redeem the souls of the restless
However this feeling should not endure
What makes me smile?
What makes me feel good?
When I can run the mile,
And do what I know I should.
It’s cuddling with my cat.
It’s being all wrapped up.
It’s when you’re so cozy that,
What makes me feel good?
Something that is understood
Accomplish the things I should
Doing all that I could
Laying on my bed of clouds
Turning my music up loud
Waking in the morning in a country that is free.
Smiling in the mirror because you are blessed to be healthy.
Looking up above to see a roof over your head,
What makes me feel good is singing
It gives me a kind of feeling
I can't explain the way it makes me feel
The feeling is just unreal
My melody makes me shine
My voice is hard to deny
When I'm feeling down
t turn to my friends, who are clowns,
and they help me turn back around
You will never know the feeling of freedom that surges down my spine,
The shiver that cascades through my veins,
As we race against time to make memories.
You scratch and growl
With claws and teeth of steel
Chest out, proud
Smirking like the insolent beast you are
You push, you stomp, you pounce
Asserting dominance wherever you can
Fill the glass to the brim
With that good ole celebratory wine!
And let us celebrate
The joys of this life!
Yes, the days grow in number,
But, each of those days are new!
My gaze is set forward
on the quicksilver-brushed glass
as I examine
every mountain
and valley
of the lightly freckled porcelain skin painted on my face;
I come to a standstill
Fear's child. you only know the terrifying gripping fear
Pain's child. the deep and winding scars are your identity
Hate's child. the red hot anger is what makes you feel complete
the darkness consumes the heart and the battle with God begins, but with the power of the love is revealed through his amazing grace and now im free from the power of hell
NOTE: Inspired by/taken from quotes of modern, pop-culture villains.
If you think you’re safe, you’re wrong
(an ant has no quarrel with a boot).
I will burn you, I will burn the heart out of you;
Years spent stuck in my old habits they're so hard to let go of
Dents in these walls, loco enough to blow, but i got no motive
So explosive they say i need a therapist, to attack my head like a terrorist
Broken wings
Shattered piece of mind
Trapped on Earth
Unending time
No way back
No way home
Surrounded by evil
No place to roam
Good is evil
And evil is here
What keeps me calm
hypes me up
What makes me strong
Lives me up
When all is wrong
And seems abrupt
On a deserted wasteland
no empty cups
The Juiceman their to pipe it up
In the midst of chaos
stands a lone rock.
This rock doesn't waver
nor does it speak.
It just sits there,
before the fray and
watches.
Everything around the
rock, leans forward
Here in the garden, kaleidoscopic.
Here where I took and ate, saccharine.
Here she was born.
Let me go
Please stop it.
My veins crepuscule.
Eyes dark
Lips dark
I lie
to myself
to be
good
to my self.
I'll say:
I'm going
for a 5 minute walk
NOW!
:::::
An hour later
i return
smiling.
:::::
we are born alone
we live alone
we are nothing
we are just a gang
a gang of lonely hearts are we
we may be happy now
we show no care
for those who care
Do you view a sheet of paper.
Like stone-craver.
Views a block of granite.
To a lot of folks.
It just a block of granite.
To the stone-craver.
It is a beautiful thing.
Optimism
Stay strong and fight through
Everythings gonna get better for you.
Look at life a different way,
Because in all actuality, no one has a bad day.
Life is all about doing things,
She said I was a good girl,
I played by the rules.
I listened to orders,
And I did well in school.
I was always the good girl,
Quiet and polite.
Never saying a word,
Is today a good day?
Just because the sun doesn't shine today, doesn't mean it isn't.
The rain may bring a good day for someone who has a hard time finding fresh water.
Behind this false face, remain flawless conflictions- A mask of such wrath, and endless contradiction
Good deeds are unseen, Anger is routine- never in between, because bliss is obscene
to drink is good; good for the soul,
though only if, you lack self control.
imagine this; picture it quick;
you've drunk until you're not quite sick,
White wings, golden paths to evil
Love extricated from retrieval
Hearts of boilng ice, frozen fire
My body is subject to pointing
out the obvious-
I have curves in odd places,
and yes I wear a size 32 jean-
but that doesn't mean I'm average.
As women we're taught our first words "diet" and "beauty"-
What I'm about to say is from what I've learned
No matter your agreement or concern
Poetry can be written by anyone
No matter by paper or touge
Your reason or cause
Like a Scarlet Lake she sits
Pondering the mysteries of life
Looking up at the universe
If I cry or if I'm down
My resillence picks me back up
My legs may be strong but my mindset is stronger
My confidence is not found in a cup
When I feel weak I say, "I'm strong"
and that just does the trick
When I dared to finally take my own steps,
and when I dared to go my own direction,
I found and learned about myself without the intention.
I left my home country and studied abroad
Waves of blue I always see
The scene is cold and lonely here
Why can't you see the good in me
I cry out to you in sweet misery
You never listen, you just see right through
The time has come once more
To race for a royal position
Much harder than it was before
The skills must be in superb condition
The race is not an easy one
You have to survive through thick and thin
I thought about what it would be like
Without you.
I thought about how that would change me
For flowers bloom and trees root
With the beckoning of spring,
And the chills of winter
The day is old, the day is new
Tears that fall create much dew
Darkness comes to take us all
We stand together or we’ll fall
Day is old, day is new
The light above grants a few
Fear is a source of vengenance
Powering all to ingnite in its glory
We are weak and fall frail
We allow this to overcome our thoughts
Making us into something we never even imagined.
The man who you are suppose to be able to trust and love turns out to be the one you have to look out for the most.
The man who was suppose to love you and never hurt you turns out to be the one who can't be trusted.
I Bet you don't know how some of us youths are trying
Consistently attempting to filter and rebirth the "already drugged" mind
whose views are confined to material wealth, sex and guns
I guess there was something about her
Something she posses that I didn't have
Or maybe it was your statements that I just couldn't grasp
I know I wasn't the problem so why leave me blind
I come from the blood on my father's hands
I rise for the different people who don't love themselves
I stand against the empty pots in homes all over
I come from the violence of the streets
Every child reaches the age
When their thoughts need no consent.
When hearts twist and writhe,
Simple encounters evoke torment.
Days pass as moments,
Slipping through the tightest of grips;
Only one thing I know is true
Bad things can happen to good people
And good things can happen to bad people.
Even reversed, it remains true.
Your whole being is incredible.
I hope you know that;
Sometimes you put yourself down, but
I still think the sun shines from your ass and
We've been together for years.
It's unbelievable
You're a new person everytime I see you, so
forgiving and...
Taking A Loss
By: Eric Turner
To know how it feels to lose someone that was never really there, yet you wanted them very badly to be...
Social Media
Facebook -
Making a page that will deliberately describe what I want to say.
voice mono toned, deaf to all ear.
unable to relent nor express deep fear
controlled by all sides of other people expressions
able to listen but unable to be heard
words struggle to escape the mind
laid out
spread like butter
on the ground.
i'm melting.
yellow self bubbling
as i seep into the ground.
through eyes that barely see but
straight ahead,
Whats on your mind?
I alwyas ponder this question time to time.
We often wonder about our problems and what puts us in these binds.
I think of the same things, sometimes I wonder should i commit crimes?
Real life, real words, real truths, mean little to you.
You hide behind your paranoa,
You want the "best" for me yet
Your support of my dreams means nothing to you.
You ask me to subsitute what I want for myself
Darling, darling... open your ears and listen to these words you must hear
Stop puhing away the things you hold dear because of your fears
Oppression surrounds us, many don't value our opinion but they can't dictate our lives
What some may regard as nonsense may be wisdom to the ears others
Your voice is powerful and unique to you
"Why do you talk so white?"
Well sir, what do you mean?
I'm only talking the way I know how to speak,
are you sure I don't talk pink?
"But, why don't you talk black?"
What the fuck do you know about me?
What the fuck do you know?
Who the hell are you
To say? To choose
For me,
What you do see.
A skinny black kid?
You see A Pair of Glasses?
You see -
On one day
A man was born
Unique in Spirit
But in body was none
He was never timid
or ever shy
An Honest man that never told a lie
But in one second his mana was swept
The Justice of wrong good
Breathe in deep
Sucking on black air
Deemed unworthy of the just
Good vibes today
For todays a new day
So make today better then yesterday
And yesterday better then the day before that
Be kind to everyone
For everyone has a kind bone in them
There once was a world that was darkBut in one girl there was a small light.This girl was able to leave a mark
Mom did I do okay?
Grandpa are you happy?
Dad did you see my grade?
Aunt have you seen my project?
Grandma can you come to the award ceremony?
Uncle did you like my singing?
Am I good?
The rocks cry your name
The ground shakes
The skies in flames
I'm on my knees
I see you through the fire
Arms up, just longing
And what am I? Just a liar
But you reach down for me
If I could sum up, all the feelings I experience
When I look into your eyes, so beautifully bright
So close-up, demeanor so imperious
Evil Eyes darkened a mischievous faceOn the other end so heavenly in its placeLike your favorite ice cream flavor wasting away in the hot sunSo innocent and pure until life had really begun
I look out the window at the quiet absence,
In the stillness of a dull summer night,
I smell the chlorine in my hair as I bite its frail ends.
Its sunny color washed out by the moonlight,
Every dog will have his day
At least that is what they say
But this often isn't true
Those most deserving are neglected what they are due
No good deed goes unrewarded
The moon is my Goddess, for she creates the waves, and the songs that lull me to sleep.
The Goddess is my moon,
the Goddess is my earth,
the Goddess grants me her boon,
the Goddess guides me to her hearth,
Do you have those days?
When the world is on your side,
walking by you, protecting you,
to reassure that she,
is not as bad as people say?
Do you have those days?
IM NO HOE.
IM NOT YOUR TOOL
IM NOT YOUR BIT**
IM HIS LOVE
IM HIS HELP
IM HIS WOMEN
YOU CALL ME YOU SIDELINE
HE CALLS ME HIS PRICLEES DIME
YET, I RUN TO YOU SIDE
we love to
observe the
angels
the gods
the light
we love to
pick out our
beauties
especially in those
we adore.
this
is
why
love
fails.
Competition in this generation marks the determination of
H.I.P.H.O.P
We will be those who carry insanity
ahead was two paths,
'the path of good and evil' as they say,
but my choice was not that simple,
to live in misery with a soul and be in pain daily,
or to live without a soul and feel no pain,
All intellectuals are atheists
it started when i parted home to downtown to sit down with an intellectual crowd for chow
immediately i guessed which guest was the most proud
im on play,
watching everything move in a reverse.
who said rewind was good?
mistakes driven through again.
who said rewind was bad?
love being simulated across the globe.
They say that we should treasure what we have today, that we don’t know what tomorrow will bring.
It could be life or death, good or bad or life changing.
The end of the road is coming near
Get back on my own two feet
And walk away from fear
Fear that I wont ever make it to the top of the world
And put my worries aside
And climb that mountain
As the snow falls I feel the memories fade
We're given a slate of time that can't be erased
We're lulled-
Into the cadence of life and the thought of love Herself.
As the ice forms on the window pane
Being someone’s option is never a good feeling
Hoping and praying to be someone’s one and only
Just to be told that you were just a choice that wasn’t chosen
It doesn’t feel too good
There was a butterfly
Way up in the blue sky.
Looking out the window I was able
To see the beautiful world while sitting at the table.
I had plenty of noodles in my bowl
I am alive in my room
Where there are two windows
One right, one left
The right one is painted white, layered with curtains of daffodils
The left window is clean and clear, framed in black porcelain
Happiness
Bliss
Sadness
Wretchedness
One day this
One day that
Up and down
In and out
Want to be high
Always low
Good things come
Good things go
Bad things come
Smart and funny
Honest and kind
No greater friend
Could one ever find
Tall and handsome
As well as a Kingsmen
You're ranked number one
Smiles and laughs
A bundle of fun
Quiet when needed
Sometimes I imagine myself being in a different place.
Sometimes it's better,
sometimes it's worse.
Sometimes it's the future,
sometimes it's the past.
Sometimes it's a fantasy,
In New York City, you’ll find two kinds of people;
those who see something and say something,
and those who see something and assume nothing is wrong.
As I walked to the South Street Seaport one weekend last Summer,
When God made man
He was created similar.
Not the same,
But close enough that it was Good.
When God made woman
He unearthed the buried heartbeat,
Taking a rib from his cage
To give him someone to love
It’s a nice hot summer day
You’re going on a family trip
That is two hundred miles away
You don’t want you mom to flip
So you chose to not say a word
You thirst, but do you dare take a sip?
Everytime I go to tell you what's on my mind I lose control.
I feel so much emotions in my heart, mind, body and soul.
But for some reason I don't know how to let the truth unfold.
Life isn't always treacherous
There is an essence of altruism in our biological disposition
There are people out there who have a vision,
To confront injustice and end human schisms,
What I hear is not aggravating but pleasing the way she is played
She gives my heart a beat and has me loving the way
She sings the melody to her rhythm
I then tune in and listen to the sweet chords that she’s “givin”
Running down a dirt street
With my bare feet
Holding on your hand
As tight as I can
And never letting go
Running from my past
And going to the future
Running through time ain't a bad crime
the good that is in the world,
is not in the world at all,
it is on the moon.
the kind in the world,
is not in the world either,
it too is upon the moon.
Our World is quiet, and operates in shadows.
The secret committees commence with their meetings.
The silent leaders annually rendezvous.
We are strong and stealthy, though we are only teething.
It was never my intent to return to this place
dark halls of betrayal, and lacking in grace
Lustful intentions, like geysers of steam
scald memories ‘neath mahogany beams
I never had it.
What does it feel like?
Requited and mutual
A yes to that nervous question
I've never had it
That embrace of affection
With that one you enjoy
You yearn for and endear to
Time does not exist, only clocks. My body is a pendulum. The rubber soles ticking along the concrete so harmoniously as to measure out the perfect period.
Life, each turn
Leaves you more lost than the first
It's just something
That's when it's bad, it hurts
Not knowing how one day, will go
That's the reason why we get up
To suffer each day of it
We're setting sail to a voyage that never ends
Cast with the wind, while the anchor begins to drown
Blurred ripples, our boats filled up with sand
And the sirens sing, leaving an empty sound
Why? Why are you so reserved?
So many people have betrayed you,
So you said not to be trustworthy.
So many people have lied to you,
So you said not to be honest.
So many people have hurt you,
