Shall I Pour into Me? yuh eva feel like seh the way how yuh dry not even a river can quench yuh thirst? draw from my well that never run dry when yuh try plant something and the grung so tough every tool you use end up inna the bin? draw from my well that never run dry yuh eva try to figure out how to dig a well so deep when a pure rock anda yuh feet? draw from my well that never run dry maybe some senna leaf rhubarb root to loosen tings up mek things flow the right way? Well anyway I will find my remedy.
Category: Poetry Corner
I Won
I Won I fought the devil last night I did I fought the devil and won I chased it into the deep night I chased him into the ground. No one told me it would be this hard no body told it would feel so good. The devil tried to scare me last night he tried to get me on my knees It tried to distract me by putting death in front of me. But I kept looking into the light so he couldn't get me. When I was finished it felt so good that I stood at the door and breathed at the door where I cut him down I stood and I paused in relief and thought... I fought the devil just now and won My God! I cried with all of my heart.
The Enemy Within
The Enemy Within A spring bubbles up and bursts forth lots of promise lots of pomp. As it gets bigger and flows down it faces lots of twist and turns. The winding mounting from which it must descend made it tired and it stopped. it gathered to itself things it thought would make it strong enough. With each new stop it gathered more some good, mostly bad. By the time it reached the sea it had brought new dangers disguised as friend though it was foe. Because it loved it the sea rejoiced with open arms to receive the daggers it had wrought.
Just Say
Just Say There you are I know you have much to say much to share can you do so now? I have walked with you listened as you echoed silence borne of fears and tears and deceit like silent rivers they have ran deep and they cut. But you must heal. Take back your voice listen to it become a sonic bomb bouncing off walls that imprisoned you - until it leaves cracks. Let light seep in and the sound take wings fly and touch all releasing Pan pon pan Then stand on Pride Rock, and watch your words create pandemonium.
I want to…
I Want to... I want to get out of here this awful place a fresh new journey All I see are the clouds that hide all my dreams. All I see are the small minds that take you no where. I want to get out of here this awful place a fresh new journey All I see are those dark clouds they are my nightmares dreams that speak death not life. Somebody save me from my doubts. I want to get out of here this awful place a fresh new journey All I see are black clouds they try to consume me. I see you I see your pain as you try to escape. I want to get out of here this awful place a fresh new journey I am drowning in all this rain. When will the clouds blow away when will the sun shine again?
Malum discordiea
Malum discordiea Media Vita in Morte Sumus Lily had been in that garden, Where the waters flowed endlessly… Where the green grandeur of the vegetation, Soothed the mind and soul. Then one day, without warning, She jumped on a rickety rollicking raft, Along with the slimy traitor; Who's eyes hypnotized and blinded. Lily felt so nice going down on that raft- The wind in her hair, As the resplendent beauty of what she was leaving behind, swirled by; Leaving her dizzy with joy. The ride ended though, in a whirlpool of decay. The traitor has been ordered to crawl always, Wandering. And Lily, For her crime, Has been sentenced to everlasting misery…. Malum discordiae= Latin for "apple of discord" Media vita in morte sumus=Latin for "in the mist of our lives we die"
As the World Devolves
As the World Devolves
As the world devolves
broken
separate
fueled by hate
I will wait
try to recreate
the Eden real.
As missiles are launched
to rock and stripe
each person of their humanity
I will preserve our sanity.
Do you see this?
This is the key
our adinka of peace
As I ride my Sankofa
to retrieve
a promise left to die.
I must outrun the
this rabid wolf
White squall yapping at its heel
tearing everything it sees.
I avoid the holes
that could suck me in
and avoid the hell
that could eat me whole.
But carefully I must
collect those stones
that gives life and not death.
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