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I AM TRUTH WRITTEN AWAKENED AM I~ ANOTHER DAY TO SMILE ~~ AND YES BE THANKFUL~~ I AM NO POET~~ WHAT I AM IS TRUTH WRITTEN IN WORDS~~ POETRY FORM~~ A TELLER OF HER STORY~~ MY TEARS~~ MY ANGER,~ MY JOYS,~ MY LOVE,~ MY STRENGTH,~ MY HONOR,~ MY COURAGE ~~ EVEN IN THE MIDST~ I AM TRUTH~~ UNAFRAID~~ I DON'T MAKE NO APOLOGIES FOR WHO I AM ~~ NOR DO I LOOK FOR ACCEPTANCE~~ ALLIES WE CAN BE~~ SIFTING THROUGH HUNDREDS OF FRIENDS AND FINDING ONLY A FEW TRUE ONES~~ SEEING THROUGH THE FAKE LOVES~~~ STILL NO REAL LOVE HAS SURFACED~~ FACES~~
HELPING THE HEARTS FILLED WITH PAIN ~~ PUTTING A SMILE ON UNHAPPY FACES~~ I AM NOT POETRY~~~ WHAT I AM IS WORDS OF TRUTH IN POETRY FORM~~ FIGHTING A LIFETIME OF WAR~~ NO GUNS OR KNIVES~~~ NO MORE~~~ I KILL THEM ALL OFF WITH MY PEN~~ MY TRUE FRIEND~~ MY LOVER~~~ AND YES SOMETIMES MY MOTHER~~ RUNNING THROUGH JUNGLES~~ I COME ACROSS MANY ANIMALS~~~ UNAFRAID I REMAIN BUT YET IN MY CAUTIOUS STATES~~ MY EYES ARE WIDE OPEN ~~ EARS LISTENING~~ NOT A SOUND WILL I MAKE ~~ BUT NEVER LET ~~ THE DEADLY SILENCE FOOL YOU~~ MY FRIENDS~~ I ANSWER TO A HIGHER POWER OTHER THAN MAN~~~ I AM TRUTH IN POETRY FORM~~ LED BY GOD'S LOVE IN MY HEART ~~ COURAGE OF A WARRIOR SOLDIER~~ LOYAL LIKE A LION IS TO HIS PRIDE~~ HONOR IN ME LIKE A SAMURAI~~ I AM HERE TO SEND MESSAGES~~ I AM WAITING FOR THE SOUNDS OF THE HORNS~~ I AM HERE FOR A REASON~~ I HAVE PURPOSE IN THIS LIFE~~ LIKE ALL MY PAST LIVES~~ BORN I HAVE BEEN MANY TIMES BEFORE~~~ I AM NOT POETRY~~ NOR A POEM~~ I AM TRUTH~~ HIEROGLYPHICS~~ WRITTEN IN STONE~~~ I AM TRUTH WRITTEN~~ "GMG"
I LIVE TO SEEK AHHHHHH~~~~ INTERESTED IN MY MIND AND WHAT IT HAS TO SAY~~~~ BEWARE OF THE QUESTIONS YOU ASK OF ME~~~~ LIFE IS ALL DIFFERENT FOR EVERYONE~~~ YOU SEE~~~ SO ARE THE WANTS~~ THE NEEDS~~~ ALL THE MEMORIES~~~ THE PEN I EMBRACE HELPS EASE ALL THE PAIN~~ THE CHOSEN WORDS EXPLAINS ALL MY RAGE!~~~ A DARK MIND AND LIGHT FILLED HEART~~~ THE MAKINGS OF A MAD MAN IN THIS WOMANS SOUL~~ A WAR I DO FIGHT EVERYDAY!!~~ TRYING TO FIND A TRUCE IN MY INSANE BRAIN!!~~ THE SCREAMS I HEAR INSIDE MY HEAD~~~ THE LITTLE GIRL WHO TOOK IN ALL MY PAIN~~~ THERE ARE THINGS THAT ARE MEANT NOT TO BE FORGOTTEN!!~~ I LEARNED THIS BEFORE I ALMOST TOOK A LIFE OF A ENEMY MADE MINES~~~~ THERE WAS NO FORGIVING DURING THAT TIME!!~~~ GLAD I CEASED FOR THERE IS NO REDEMPTION~~ NO TAKING DEATH BACK!!~~~ NO FORGIVENESS~~~~ BUT A BROKEN WILL~~~~ I SEARCH LIFE LIKE A NOMAD WITH NO PLACE TO CALL HOME~~~ I SEEK WISDOM LIKE AN ANCIENT MONK WHO SITS ON A MOUNTAIN ON HIS THRONE!!~~~ MY SOUL A SURVIVOR OF ALL WARS AND WILL DEFEAT WARS TO COME!~~~ A SOLDIER AM I~~~ A LONELY HEART WHO WAITS TO DIE!!~~ ONLY TO REALIZE THAT I HAVE BEEN BORN BEFORE!!~~ I HAVE LIVED MANY LIFE TIMES~~~ AND I REMEMBER THEM ALL!!~~~ "GMG
Your Words You know who you are Standing present in your existence in this moment Waiting to receive your words Opening your mouth and words began to flow You use to get me entangle in your web with your words That slips from your tongue You play mind games with your psycho babble You put me down with your demeaning words Standing here awaiting these words that come out of your mouth They flow over me, spinning all around me, some cut right threw me Reflecting over the power of your words Placed out into the atmosphere Deep intrepid words spewed out that cause wounds to our souls Only because of the unconscious belief of these hurtful words There are times when words are designed to put you down, drag you through Today still, words are used for that exact reason I am standing here looking back to in the distance and Remembering the words that expressed hate Those words that were used to embed fear They were wicked, cold and meant to extract pain Yet these words, the one that come out your mouth Now they flow from your mind, most time you speak before you think But if you took time to think before you speak, Then you would know the power of your words But as I think start to think Don’t really think that would matter These words that you give out and can’t take back You have the audacity stand in my face and point your finger just like that And then later you want me to respect you for these words you spit out But you can’t take back But you don’t respect me when you give your words Your demeaning words That hurt my feeling and where aimed to pull me down And make me feel less than That made me the spectacle, That breaks spirits and perishes souls from shame All because of your words
Welcome LaDonna Marie So I choose to use my words to empower and to uplift I want to bring up Not to put down I want to take you to a place where your perception Start to gain wisdom and truly manifest peace from within To the awareness of self worth, and where self appreciation begins Many leaders before lend their words to Speak power to the nations and multitude with their words They gave and give us their words that stand the test of time And leaves us with the History through the their words And to sum it all up their Words profound, articulate words have meaning To hungry ears that stand before them and listen as they offer wisdom in their words Where I stand now, your words no longer bother me Get close to me, or anywhere around me Your words, had sparked enlighten and growth Your words are no longer exist in my reality For I control the key to lock you out of my mental stability I seek liberty, happiness and peace Remedy By blocking out your Words
Answers With my pen I write strictly to Pour out the anguish in my mind Of the things I see with my eyes The pain that I feel in my heart Igniting my compassion that soars Releasing positive deposits in the air Into our different realities Through many doors and pathways And as far my fingertips can touch physically And as loud as my voice can be reached vocally I’ve learned that this hurt is universal I write to the tell the struggle See I’m expressing the agonized, mind The ones that comfort, most time need comforting So feeling subsides in my poetry Sharing the meaning, and patterns of humanity As we deal with countless lives out of control See there are silent cries for help They constantly scream internally So poetically I lyrically visualize each of our life lines Giving life to essence of how we engage with one another Realizing this is how we expose our personal worth By what confounds and truly exists I write always seeking to raise the bar Rather then the American Way Of how people think we should be living Feeling defeated and in constant turmoil With their analysis which steadily causes confusions That sublimely gives room for havoc to reek As we give into divide and concur From the misunderstanding of our different paths That is strategically divinely set to be unique So I ask the question, how much hate we will need to see Before we infuse an overflow of love into our community So I’m at this window with a question In my mentally ability, As I write Which always leaves a vivid picture Looking at the world in front of me Where’s the Unity Who has the answers?
Anthony
Arnold
The Margaret Methodist Church Souls made professions of faith Dripping waters ran down the faces As Sins were washed away in the font. Babies christened Young girls married young men Old men were blessed before the trip at the Great Beyond
Daryl Ross Halencak GHAZAL: Wasteland of Greed And the huddled masses raise their fists in prayer. And the huddled masses raise their fists in prayer. Hungry stomachs cry out peasants’ alarm. And the huddled masses raise their fists in prayer. Capitalist greed robs the bread from mothers’ arms. And the huddled masses raise their fists in prayer. Carpet-baggers spread wide their charm.
Social Holiness marched out of the building into the hurting hearts and hungry bellies. DISTANT MOUNDS In the distance, one can see the Medicine Mounds; can hear the silent cries of suffering women and children murdered at the hands of marauding troops assembled to capture the Chief. He is nowhere to be found. He has traveled far from the Pease River in search of bison. Nomads gathering wild plums and edible plants to sustain hungry bellies are easy targets for rifles. Thundering horses attack. The stench of death is the dark pall under the West Texas sky.
And the huddled masses raise their fists in prayer. Migrant workers pick cotton on white man’s farm. And the huddled masses raise their fists in prayer.
The taste of fear clouds the sandy banks of the river bed. Swords of genocide have ended the cleansing of the small band of women and children huddled at the edge of the flowing, red Pease.
A LOVE LETTER FROM A FAILED GENERATOR I. Inside a meltdown of aggrieved metaphors we met and made the best of icy memories You were the apex of a sullen candle wick's heated umbrella passing for protection from the typhoon of toxicity corroding the artificial lights I resorted to in search of happiness II. Sickened by the cynicism I could never conquer without aid the shrill wheeze in my lungs stabbed the air of my resigned ignition like an acid rain-rusted fork Prongs of erosion incinerated the dimensions of my Great Pretender mask I was open to the prospect of a meltdown
Steven Fortune III. A power outage smirked on the verge of threatening my need for Winter white to blind the pile-up of humid months eroding my incentive for an age's elevation Then you came puncturing the black aura I was all too ready to adopt I am already obligated to the Grey threshold it would appear yet the parasol of your embrace stifled my corrosion of closure like the blinders of a race horse Simply through your place in my obstructed vision's show you have won me until I realize I'm out of candles and the metaphors incline me to reach around until I clutch your heated cage of night vision
Daryl Ross Halencak MY PEASE RIVER FRIEND, WILBER His name was Wilber but everyone called him Drunk or White Trash
WILD IVY GROWS
or just “Hey, you.” Wilber drew his last breath inside a rat infested dwelling. Alcohol fulfilled God’s will. The bootlegger was found curled on his cot, lying in his excrement. He had been slaking his drink of cheap elixir. He died alone with only his addiction to comfort him. On the cot was a half-spent pint of rotgut clutched like a child’s teddy bear. He once owned a teddy bear-in his childhood dreams.
The ivy twines up the prison wall speaking to this political prisoner chained within cloistered walls. The green growth makes the activist smile as he anticipates his firing squad. The vivid color of the wild ivy infuses his dreams, giving him the symbol of the living, though he will not be alive for long. So, he sends out prayers from his tortured heart to believers of The Faith-encouraging the small throng who send up support like children’s balloons twirling toward the heavens. This Comrade will soon be united with the Bride of his passions. In the meantime, he dreams of Utopian life, as he admires the ivy growing up the wall.
Inspired Motivational, generational, Inspirational, Beyond that which is normal And everyday...beyond ordinary, Original and unique...creative, Productive, innovative, with the ability to inspire. Concentrate, meditate, penetrate The mind and soul with words bold That unfold...a new story told as you agitate and aggravate the brain cells Leaving ink blood trails through pages In lyrical stages...a legacy for future Mages...he, she engages in this poetic Game but your pen untamed with no Desire for fortune or fame...putting Others to shame without adding your Name to the mix and bag of trix and Treats...they should bow at your feet with your power to inspire. Upward, downward, forward, backward In a directional, purposeful stride...you glide Pen across paper and lay hidden meanings behind words hide and slide thru nouns and Verbs, twisting curbs of words as you swerve and spin magic with your pen blush and crush The so called Mic giants who to you are mere Ants on a hill...spitting for a thrill while you kill Them off and give me a chill...you desire to Remain behind the scene like a disguised King Spying on his Queen...making sure she means What she said and deserves the crown placed On her head...keeping to the shadows, shunning the curtain calls until darkness falls to reveal your Power...this is your Hour...your time to shine and Mine that gold...to inspire. Your Kingdom awaits...fate dictates It is time for your rhyme to elevate and go higher... To fill your cup of desire to the brim...the fire needs More space so now you must embrace the new Chance to dance with gods...to drink the sweet nectar from the fruit...to settle the dispute that rages within Your heart...to be set apart with your ink and pen and To finally accept the accolades of those Creations you have made before your pen is retired...For you are he That will always Inspire to be Inspired. Ms.Wordetry
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