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A Poets Revelation

My rhymes are not to stimulate
Nor accommodate for the way you feel
But it is who I am
That is the admiration 
Behind my self-expression

Regardless of imagination or fiction
It is the real world,
My real life
That flows from my mind to my pen
From my pen to my paper
And from my paper to society
That needs to realize, 
When it comes to me
I’m just keeping it real

Everyday events
Seem to trigger my senses
For my fingers will penetrate
And they’ll be nothing left but
A harmonizing ring
A song that seems to sing
A melodic tune of what I do

I won’t reason my feelings
But I can analyze
And learn to grow from where I am
Take a look back, and not
Justify my state of mind
But to let me be
And let it go

A poet is not defined
By the clothes they wear
Or how many poems they write
But the impact of their words
And the truth in what they speak
A poem is not defined
By how long or short it seems
Or whether it rhymes
But how it exemplifies you
And how it is plain to see
That without a doubt
It could only be
The work of a poet, me…

I reevaluate the situation
And my infatuation seems to grow
And yet you still should know
That I’m real
That this is real
And yes, I still keep it real
And nonetheless, 


I may never stop
As my rhymes continue
All my thoughts revealed

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The Calling

Lord, I now know
Dismiss these tears, 
For they are just tears of joy
My tears of anger
My tears of remorse
And my tears of fear
Have been dammed by the realization
That I am ultimate
And an unbelievable testimony to my peers
An inspiration to all
You are the only one that I fear

How in the world did you
Manage to recover a depressed soul
Manipulated by her own depression?
Depressed for years about trivia
Trivial things
My weight, for I was a chubby fool
My intelligence, for I was a dumb-founded soul
The acceptance, for I yearned for approval
Your acceptance, for I thought little about

I was completely hollow with layers
Of materialism,
Self-gaining views,
And instable morals
High school totally changed my outlook on life
I cried so many nights because I wanted to be happy
And I wasn’t
I lost my sanity,
I lost my spirituality
Dismiss those tears, Lord
They were tears of vanity 
I now know, I am a walking testimony
From the old façade…you saw right through me

Lord, you really challenged me
You gave me a friend who wanted to die
And I felt I had to save
A friend who liked girls
But a girl herself she was raised
Alcohol abuse and fighting, I would see every night
My cold heart couldn’t… wouldn’t render
For the sight would kill my might
Deceitful females and egotistical males
They didn’t care about me
Never did 
But I was consumed with their acceptance
And the lies they kept hid
You blessed me with a gay brother
To whom I love to death
You gave me heartbreak and rejection
You gave me acid for each breath
Adversity in school
I worried  what people thought
You gave me the pills that were in my hand
And the death plea that I sought
You tested me

I cried, feeling weak
Dying young, my Lord I seek
Fading away, falling deep
Being selfish as I weep
Dismiss those tears, Lord
They were tears of pride
Tears of sorrow
Tears to subside
You called me here, Lord 
To testify
How could I have said no
i dont care why

I had an epiphany of faith
And your burning love never tired
I’ve been through painful things
So that my purpose was to inspire
The stress had a motive
And to build me, you had to break me
Lord, I know now
To receive my calling,
You had to save me 
You saved me Lord
You saved me

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Head First

In the pool of life
I jump feet first
Insecurities and transgressions
Blanket my fall yet
Im soaked with joy
Never had I felt
Such
Remarkable gladness
This decimation of sadness
My heart pumping
My thoughts jumping
My pulse thumping
I emerge from the red sea
With realization of my wrong-doings
And the willingness to let it go
And again
I am fine

This perpetual bliss
Forever interrupted by something
Everything
The Lord is on my side
My familiars on my side
Now me

In this bloodied womb of death
I am not yet protruding
But commuting from 
This red sea of life
Living as im breathing
But actually living
As Im seeing
I am glad

Stuck in this limbo
Hesitant of this leap
I am resistant to the fall
Acceptance being the obstacle
I can’t change the essence of me
But in good faith
I let go of my inhibitions
And listen to my intuitions
I jump head first

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A Way To Rlease

Would it sting,
If my forced tear landed in this fresh wound?

Would my throat clog,
From the enjambment of one dozen blue pills?

Would it hurt, 
If I never hurt again?
Am I a coward?
A loser?
A liar?
A dreamer?
Am I lost?
Depressed?
Obsessed?
I confess
I could be a coward
And I may be lost
But with my freshly cut wound
And these petite little pills
I am merged by the desire of relief

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Stripped

Stripped from all inhibitions
Yet forced to keep the feelings concise
Bathed in perfection for an unobtainable price
Clothed in the blood so that my mate I entice
Look at my scars, with their lies my skin whipped
My wounds were once covered, but with you I’m left stripped

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Pour Down

Pour down

 

Utter a word that speaks to the soul

Savor a moment that drips from these lips 

From this tongue, take a sip

Of these moments 

This trip upon journey, 

And reveries galore

A moment to store within the tip

Of these fingers

Writing moments that flip

The mind and stipulations

Of stained conversations

Dripping dirt on 

This shirt of white lasting exploration

Expiration of doubt and drought we have seen

Tasted the bitter moments of salt

Give me juicy stories that slip

From the mouth, from the lips

Whipping away the brand 

Of dry, of bland

Give me words that express

And upon stress, I can strip

Away anything that tips 

The scale of wet hell

Convey sounds from great script

And beneath the water I sip

Truth beyond common words

Snipping girth, I've coerced

Each moment

Drip…

Drip…

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Dead

In an abyss of madness
I am overwhelmed by the fog
It feels like I die
I crawl, I bleed
I suffocate, I choke
I fall, I feed
I float in the ocean
Of crimson and scraps
I lay with the trash
And to the filth I’m entrapped
Savory revulsion to
The taste the buzzard crows
The sparrow peaks loudly
And my heart shatters so
I am dead in my skin
I am cringing, growing thin
I am walking on my toes
Chipping flesh and cracking wind

A reverie of bliss
Is at my fingertips
Yet my limbs are ripped apart
And I am left a torn misfit
Torn inside
Torn abroad
Left to hide
Or a forced façade
Inflaming the drama
Inflaming the rage
Infecting the scabs
And growing younger by age
My mind is dwindling
As my eyes, grow black
For the windows are clogged
And there is no return back
I am overwhelmed by the fog
Marinating deep
 Melting fast within the bog
With no desires to weep
As I disrobe my flesh
There lays a throbbing heart
A draining organ
And it feels like I die
My blood spills
And infiltrates the sky


Ultimately dead
I am holding on to my faith
I am dripping with red
And sweating beads of disgrace
The buzzard flies away
To a more deserving prey


I am clinging to my skin
Forever distraught and in dismay
I am overwhelmed by my state
And often offered a hand
But I am hollow within my shell
And willingly 
Dead I stand

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Throughout Time

Throughout time
I think of what’s mine
My skin, for what has meaning
And a story full of remorse
A period of freedom fighting
Beating “frees”
And a devastating course
A collaboration of cultures
Which my ignorance can’t know
My chapters filled
From an unknown blood flow
A perfected past?
That lies in my future
Of a new view of life
To create my perfect world
Of characters full of blithe
To my honorable ancestry, 
Do I have to owe a depressed nation?
Or does my generation,
Feed the hate with prejudice beyond explaination

Throughout time
I think of what’s mine
My hair, for what is thought
To be of the Negro tillage
Is a collaboration of worlds
From opposite sides of the village
A mixture of knowledge,
May form my belief
The soft and coarse strands,
That bring much grief
Although my sensitivity is taught
By my parents sincere cares
Can my judgmental attitude
Be inherited by my forebears?
The only way to know, 
Is to listen to the few
i cant reject these thoughts
this undeniable truth

Throughout time
I think of what’s mine
My tone, for what is mocked
And individuals try to change
My sophisticated conversation
And my mature thinking range
But can I really blame one side,
From example I’ve learned
Throughout, my small time
A normal life I’ve yearned
Am I privileged from my token mother?
Or my father’s “mother land?”
Back then, If seen


Where would I stand?
To have my thoughts neglected
I’d starve for expression
For the racism and discrimination
Conveys great depression
No matter my history
To the back I’d be seated
This skin, my flesh
a presentation defeated

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I Am Yours

Call me lovely
The sweetest thing
Rhapsody beyond a notion
Of comprehension
Beautifully imperfect
Perfectly constructed
Construed without conviction
Confusing lack less corruption
Call me lovely
I am your lovely, divine

Call me dumb
The stupidest thing
Retarded by dismal 
Dreams of feeble leaders
Bluntly wrong
Wrongly accused
Ignorant to the stench
Belligerent against the tension
Call me dumb
I am your dumb, divine

Call me angry
The most vile thing
Filled with this unexplainable 
Sinister vengeance
Spitefully forced
Forcefully strong
Struggling with pain
Striving to gain
Call me angry
I am your angry, divine

Call me crazy
The most eccentric thing
Halting on the brink
Of insanity
Outlandishly strange
Strangely unique
Unrefined by the core
Used never before
Call me crazy
I am your crazy, divine

Call me loving
The most maternal thing
Holding on while my loved ones 
Pass me by
Anxiously great
Gratefully appreciated
Apprehensive to let go
Able to know
Call me loving
I am your loving, divine

Call me bright
The smartest thing
Carrying wisdom from 
Beyond my years
Intellectually stimulating
Stimulatingly blessed
Building thoughts of intelligence
Blurring the lines of adolescence
Call me bright
I am your bright, divine 

Call me me
Sweet divinity
That God made and
Made no mistake
Systematically created
Creatively designed
Embodying my soul
This young woman a whole
Call me what you may
I am yours

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Pressure

Time after time
A descent soul once mine
Self-sureness almost lost
Abundant satisfaction I pine
Affliction trickles down my spine
For that soul, that was mine
Vigorously tries to re-shine

The wrongdoing I ponder
Through my desires I wander
My good judgment I hold
Periodically I saunter
I don’t give in 
The craving can’t win

Free falling down the side
Confusion I hide
Long-lasting results they can have
Generously taking my mind for a ride
My thoughts I confide
For that soul, that was mine
Has the choice of being fried

This pressure is pain
Or is that love?
The longings insane
The control I can’t shove
Day after day
I can’t explain
Because if I didn’t really want it
I wouldn’t have any shame

Pointing out I can’t do
But the evident is new
A mix of hormones overflows
What you see isn’t true
The strain begins to brew
The decision you can’t chew
Are your friends the ones to help you
Or are you secretly being viewed

Your soul is truthful
Do you listen?
But can the sensation pull?
Through the mind of a Christian
It’s an automatic attraction
With it, I can’t see
But to live respectfully,
I just have to be

No one can do it; it’s only me
I can’t let the complication be
Through the eyes of the beholder


Can’t the world see?
With this pressure in my head
That my soul can’t breathe