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Loves lost anatomy
It’s heart resides in each body
To each there is autonomy
Some loves comes freely
For others the headlines are gloomy
You could search there necrology
Heartbreakers live in infamy
Wandering forever endlessly
Are the victims searching for what could be
They cry for they are so lonely
Living in the painful memory
Longing for her he
He longing for she
Living in misery
Pretending to be happy
There own undesired agony
Then there are those who seemingly
Receive love so easily
Give it so honestly
It touches them gently
Two souls far from a dichotomy
Becoming one in this vast empty
The heartbroken watch in envy
Cant grasp this concept mentally
As they see lovers and their loyalty
Holding hands softly and openly
Intertwined for all eternity
Only wanting to receive that sincerity
And their two worlds spin diagonally
As some become loves lost anatomy.
The years went by approaching an end
Time had lost its savor still in search of a meaning
Distance faded away closely producing vivid streaks
Marking the end of the beginning and the beginning of the end
Hope tried to communicate in signals through the movement of whisking feathers that
occasionally caressed their tips across the tail of the shore
Still their pride vibrantly retained essence
Whispering within the oceans swam the tales of their plight as seen through the eyes of
the clouded dusk lying around the tainted silhouette skies
Memories and memoirs began to linger the arrival of tomorrow today while the music became
the accompanist singing the rumbles of earth's praise
Tears of the matrix shed in the thirst and hunger revealed through the hymns that
approached from the musical gates along the earth surface
Drifting out in ripples and waves while maneuvering their coolness across the shores
Sending the good news of light by sight
Gradually returning the last lost pigment in hope with fragmenting remnants and moments of
the ember island that once sprouted its beauty across the earth's face
Joining the puzzles pieces together
And merging us as we all proceed ascribing into life the flavor of a better tomorrow
Where we will all be waiting until victory of the end collides with the shackles of today…..
Form:
Freedom,
It comes with a price usually lost lives
so lets call it blood money
this money been threw a constant tug of war
and it don't matter how many
just look at the lives lost
look how much your American freedom cost
and I been a soldier yea I know the creed
but like Biggie said "Niggas Bleed Just Like Us"
so I guess true lyricist bleed whether alive or dead
but enough said, and if you been threw the struggle
you know what I mean it ain't about the green
but how you carry yourself
It ain't what you know, but how you use it
and real niggas gotta feel this yea tru shhh!!
and forget my skin color,
lyrically I made my words fade to black
and I was brought up on ounces of that good in a nap sack
but just because physically you a street nigga mentally
that ain't where you gotta stay at
freedom is between the mind set and the imagination
the difference between taking responsibility
for your actions, and just laying back contemplating
your business & procrastinating and look around you
everybody fears someone or something
and if they say other wise they bluffing
everybody is leaving this earth one way or another
so I suggest my sisters & brothers
you stop chasing this highly anticipated blood money
because with the right motivation
you can be everything you want and more
you're already free well your spirit is and
that's the only thing that matters where I'm going
forget being lost, at age 17 I was found and finally set
FREE
Stripped to dust
He was,
Scarred and blurred with disgust
The stench of his errors had left him burned
Her pictures reminded him of moments shared
The feelings of her that he had earned
The favorite times spent was with her
His decapitated memories lingered her return
Her favorite song reminded him of her in tears
He wished that he had taken her limelight and prepared
What she tasted like, her breath, all she had done emerged
He promised to quit but his solutions refused to crescend
Soon all they had in common and had worked for dissolved
Eventually she left
Tired, he became numb of all what he had become
He had lost her, the very best part of himself
He got tired of living in pretense
Always lost in her limbo everywhere he went
All the places they had visited her images reappeared
To remind him of all the things she said
Her favorite colors and scenes had taken flight from heights
Where they had always been
"No next time" he thought within
His lonely mind as he sought to win.
Her pictures in his arms fueled his journey
As he gradually faded out of sight
Into the blurry hollowed arcs of the night
Leaving his soul to linger for completion
Between his echoing foot prints stripped to dust...
Form:
I wish that we had some understanding on a subject
For Pete's sake because he's tired of explaining himself
To dim-witted losers who call themselves philosophers
I wish that if you speak, convey where your words come from or better yet,
Where mine come from
Every time I open my mouth you hear the sounds
But never realize why the noise is made
You make me believe that hearing is lost in the world
Or maybe the world was lost to non-hearing
However your handicaps may be,
Capitalize on the fact that there's too much wax
Not enough cleaning aids
Earwax can prevent hearing
So I'll shout this "BEFORE YOU CAN RECITE, CHECK ALL SOURCES FOR THE
APPROPRIATE TERMS OR MEANING, YOU'LL GET EVERYONE CONFUSED BUT MOST
IMPORTANTLY YOURSELF BY MEANS OF SHEER STUPIDITY"
Now since I'm calm, lets revisit the issue at hand
Unless the government is paying anyone monthly for being deaf
Let us hear and see correctly,
Remind our self that major dilemmas in the Universe occurs due to lack of
understanding or,
Lack of trying to understand
I've written of heartaches and other sad things
Of broken hearts and the pain that it brings
I've written of death and of those that grieve
Of women abused but too scared to leave
I've written of sorrow and people who cry
Of those who are cheaters and of those who lie
I've written of tears that can fill the sea
Of people that's lost their serenity
I've written of children that's lost their way
Of husbands and wives too jaded to stay
I've written of depression that people feel
Of those giving up for they've lost their will
I've written of love that didn't last
Of people who live their lives in the past
I've written of poets who spill their soul
Of many things that we cannot control
I've written of dying and of suicide
Of those who lose, even though they've tried
And though I've written of all this stuff
There's much more to say, I've not written enough
If I lost you I'd probably go in a corner and cry my eyes
I'd ask God to forgive & to take my life
I would probably check myself into some mental institution
because how I lost a woman like you my mind I'd be losing
If I lost you I'd retrace my steps to see what I did to hurt you
I'd ask myself why didn't I comfort you when you were feeling blue
I guess I never would have knew that you were someone I would lose
and I probably be so stressed I wouldn't wanna eat no food
If I lost you I'd put out a A.P.B. to see if anyone knew where you were
my homeboys would probably say how could you lose a girl like her
I'd be so messed up I wouldn't know what to do
if my job asked where I was I'd lie and say I had the flu
If I lost you I'd say to myself how could I be so foolish
what the hell was I thinking man I feel so stupid
I'd leave the state because I couldn't take seeing you without me
I want you back so bad I'd pay the full finders fee
If I lost you I'd want the world to end
because I couldn't take us just being friends
I'd think that I would be condemned for what I did
so tell me If I can't share love wit you
whats the reason I should I live