In a World of Hurt
Everyone would love, everyone would care,
If only we could forget our fears.
Forget the furrows that divide and scar,
And be in union, as one, once more.
An injured boy, cradled in his mother's lap,
A victim of felony, of shame and of wrath.
Injured by the world, with all its might,
Left to pick up the pieces, through the dark of night.
We live in a world where everyone's a prey,
Where the strong devour the weak, day by day.
A world of humongous size, yet nobody to claim,
A world where love and kindness are but a distant flame.
A mother weeps, as she holds her child tight,
A child who's found peace, in the still of night.
Rest in peace, dear one, may your soul be free,
May your memory live on, wild and carefree.
There is a woman named Melany
Who committed a crime a felony
Despite her deep shame
She rose to unique fame
Bought her nude pics new hair and teeth
FELONY
BANJI SEGUN (leaking_Penn)
It will pass, Yes, it will.
The Earth, the Heaven will pass
like shooting stars across the sky
what comes from the sky, scares not the Earth.
just little showers tingling her pores.
Truth shall live long, long after death
in a thousand years journey, only now matters.
Then will come, to the Now, for Later is yet to come
Three siblings of the mother Time
Emotions are felonies committed against one's world.
Ones repeatedly committed
despite jail time
An unrepentant sinner he is.
the feel of the thought about its feelings gave joy
Its void plundered wide, puncturing deeply
pain filled the "Left", till twas all, that was left
lingering on like burn scar.
clothing the wound, pampering the pain
conjuring the hollowed laughter
crime the grout for this laceration
a felon caught in the act.
Too many ups and downs in the journey
Too much sweet, bitter and honey
Far far away long way travel
Crying for peace in front of the devil
Destructed abstracted undefined destiny
Self-realizations in the middle of the journey
Multi-personalities in a tourney
Giving up and giving in convicted felony
For murdering the person in me
Painting characters to fitting in to see
Too many unanswered questions for thee
Humming happily for the sunflower-like bee
Praying for God to unlock the key
Self-realization got me on my knee.
That I am worth it and worthless
That I am hopeful and hopeless
That I am cheap and priceless.
I go round and round on my youth
Nursing my pain for pills of sooth.
I finally found out that realization is self-lose.
Standing commissioned,
A coffee and a croissant,
Hot and black, or light and sweet.
Insistent, startled and
Hands in pocket:
Smelling like crack smoldering in a stem.
Eyes dancing like nervous grapes,
Dressed head to toe
In high yella Virginia zoot suit,
The, aging to be honest,
Resistant to genuine disease,
Anyman, anytime, USA.
I went to the market to get some food
For some vegetables soon to be stewed
I picked up a tomato
Along with a potato
But with no money a foot chase ensued