The Runaway
I am running away
today.
my mind
works in steps
that quickly
run away
from defects
that scream
"No next
yesterday or today!"
I chase away
the doubts
they lodge
they sprout
they suffocate
to death
the dreams
dying to come out.
So I lay
wait
twisted
folded
about
to see,
the metamorphic me.
Category: Poetry Corner
Where Do I Begin?
Where Do I Begin? I am in ruin, where do I begin? Nothing is true not even you for you are conditional surealism view lies to fool a few who knew better but were fools to dreams youths who flew in a cage crafted with glue that monsters could undo with addictive compulsive untruths.
Expectations Too Great
Expectations too Great I know but how and when will it be done. I must leave see relief I know I must run running running running running from ruin and success. I reach for less to have more of me I know I will be free. I just know...
The Log
The Log Brothas come to me I trying to save you all in despair no hope in sight you will not be spared. the evil man do catch up to you now is hellfire brimstones! But rest easy I am here, though great your mistakes do not despair I will preach to give you a new day. So he preached he did beseech each man to repent at length. But as he walked one could not help but see The Brotha Man was hinder that day by the log in his eyes but he could not see.
Jonah Foolery
Jonah Foolery Imagine yuh give a man a job set him up nice and him run far way get trap inna whale fi days then yuh save send him on him way to do the job then him complain when it work and the people change them way. God good bad because nuff a we would still a cane Jonah in the whale.
Only Pupa Jesus
Only Pupa Jesus This condition. only God. the sinning must stop. Only God. You can't save Only God. all the problem. Only God. all the tribulation. Only God Confusion corruption heartache diatribe from the fireside burning hot... Pupa Jesus alone.
John Crow Batty Sorrows
John Crow Batty Sorrows You see me JB don't test me... I am your authority. I rule you are my mule... I am the authority. you better not answer back, stay silent I will cut you to size. You think you're bad you are not my god today you will learn or burn! the wife gone mad children gone bad but I ain't mad I glad Now.... I am the authority.
**Disclaimer: This poem is not autobiographical!
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