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Here`s a few poems I wrote.. If you find anything interesting about my page- from the poetry to the pics of Malcolm- hit me up... Keep Shining

Snow Falling, Soul Rising


Watching snow fall in the woods I feel such relief...
Watching souls fall in the hood I fell such grief...
Silence in the woods brings peace... and much clarity...
Violence in the hood never ceases apparently...
Around here children`s minds don`t grow...
Around here children`s smiles melt like snow...
I know... I felt the same pain coming up as youth...
Dealt with the same things... such harsh truths...
The look on mama`s face was proof when the rent was late...
I saw her look of disgrace when problems wouldn`t abate...
My bus is late...I gotta walk to work through the park...
My dreams are late... I gotta walk through life in the dark...
I start...wondering about this path I chosen...
Wondering how long before my heart is frozen...
The snow is falling... but the sun is on the horizon...
The snow is falling... but my soul is rising.


Shophar
1/15/04




Inner Meaning

Some find me puzzling... but the pieces are cohesive...
Each piece is a word... each word is adhesive...
So please forgive me if I`m stuck on SELF...
I`m trying to find a word to describe myself..
As of yet I haven`t found anything ample...
I got too much music in me to ever have to sample...
So read along... hope you like the song..
But so long as it`s music to my ears then it can`t be wrong...
I plunged to life`s depths...
To the point of near death...
Under waves of stress...
My dreams were shipwrecked...
Then the Creator gave me breath...
Praise be to the all...
God answered my prayer...
When I answered my call...
Metamorphous like a butterfly...
Industrious like a bee...
From Detroit Red to X...
From Clay to Ali...
It`s the inner workings w/ in me that causes me to grow..
My word hits like Cassius... w/ the elegance of Thoreau...
Amixture of Tupac Shakur... and Edgar Allen Poe...
Holla if you hear me qoute the thugs...
And I quote... evermore...
When injustice strikes I cry freedom...
I rhyme w/ reason...
My pen`s blood never clots...
Steady bleeding...
Let this page be the womb...
My words the semen...
Life is like poetry...
It makes sense when you find the inner meaning.

Shophar
All Writes Reserved
10/20/01




 

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