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Im half awake, and glaring at the sunrise
distant brilliance slowly eating at my dry eyes
squinted to best witness the aureate Apollo
refract off blades soaked through with dew
heaven's first blush, midsummer quiet, and coffee scent
cast clarity, light unveiling the burden
weighing down on every living being
clearest with the coming of the day
burning black holes into my brain's blank slate
sundering my soul 'till shatter state
fast approaches on the infinity of empty space
veiled out ahead of me
Restless with the lethargy of baring witness
I stir the pit, and catch flames leap up
from within carbon prints of gray matter
quelled embers lay suffocating beneath
ash dunes and smoldering phoenix feathers
matted and clumped by filmy deliquescence
spent of all but their will to rise again.
I grasp at the green broken glass
strewn about my feet like seeds
planted by last night's ignorance
and the sin of forced forgetting that
we all someday pay recompense
for our vice's and the gluttonous
way we all practice immoderation.
The world is quiet in lull
humanity lost to an illusion
breathing soft
and sleeping soundly
altogether
We exist
to want and rub against
the way the world turns on
a crooked axis, each moment less lucid
than those sunspots and dewdrops
coursing through dirt-clay veins and
branding the cracked dirt with morning
I cant shake loose the afterimage
imprinted on my blunted senses
experiencing everything I reach
is less than whole
understanding the universe
exists as fragments blackened in spite
of time's one plight forever pulling it apart
The sunset split the sky,
the fire danced and spit,
and the condensation clotted.
I seized eternity that morning
amidst the doldrums of sleeping masses
its truth intimate and calming.
I sense slumber cease and the suburbs rustle
the dreamers stumble about in waking
to shower away their sweat and dreamt delusion
start their cars, and drive away in sync
I listen closely to their heavy sighs
the shift of sagging shoulder plates,
bent under with Atlas tugging at the reins
kind's struggle never ceases to
echo off of terra firma, quaking
with each clanking of the chains
that bind our beating hearts to
alarm clocks, freeways, work weeks
and the torment of monotony
Form:
Now since most women, Asians, Ricans
And the rest of the white America
Don’t understand why niggas do what they do
I've done a lil observation so...allow me to tell you.
Now as far us blacks can look back
We thought God overlooked us wit blessings
So over the years of oppression
We chose to rebel & fade to black
And truth be told you can't change the past
So when this world hits us wit uppercuts
We came even harder wit flurries of hooks & jabs.
Now as far as why most niggas be robbing,
Stealing, and killing is kinda hard to explain
Maybe because we ain't never had much
In this world so we'd figure we could change the game
Or maybe because most these employers
Won’t even think about giving a nigga a second chance
So that’s why you see niggaz posted on the block
Wit a pack in their D-Boy stance.
I then lived that thug lifestyle so
I know true niggaz blood in blood out
just a typical paper chaser back then
Robberies & home invasions
we get the money get in get out
Racism still exist, you know why
They still be hanging black bodies in the south
Problem is no matter how hard they try to kill us
We coming to hard to ever have a drought.
Last but not least every woman
Is just dying to know why most niggas cheat
Truth be told most these niggas ain't
Real so as far as a relationship they can't hold it
So they just b!tch up & fold
These niggas can't hold the load of what
Actually defines a real man
so if what you seeking is something
long term go on to the next man
You see most niggas real niggas
they don't talk much for a reason
true we can't over look our past
but to most niggas everywhere
the future of this white America needs us
niggas on the same old sh!t and
today's just new & beautiful
so what you heard from me
is a brief explanation why
niggas do what they do.
*A Quest That Shall Be Prevailed*
Vanity has been dehydrated and drained.
Sanity has been corrupted and stained.
I weep for a world that shall one day burn.
Our souls, I fear are lost, there is no turn.
It is realm adorned with filth and crime;
It is an era where we serve no time.
It is a realm where no rules apply,
It is a world were no love can survive,
Our hearts, I fear have crossed roads
We’ve carried and cradled burdens and loads.
Our fate, I fear is sealed, we shall forever perish,
And lose a country that we once so dearly cherished.
Here you stand..
Taking on
Colossal burden
Blazing passion
Blood sucking rage
All of which have resided
Have never lessened, have never subsided
And as the years go by…
Passion has became a mighty sore,
And seized the once tender loving core
Rage has become a sizzling, unyielding itch
To the very souls, I fear we are in need of a generous stitch
And you off all; Blazing Passion!
I fear shall show no compassion!
They all have tied you up and brought you down
All what they left is a broken heart, a pitiless frown
Let us not let the blazing passion conquer
Let us not let the blood sucking rage prosper
Let us not let the colossal burden prevail
Let us not bow!, let us not hail!
~M.M.M
When I am with you, I feel like nothing else
matters generally in this world to me.
When I am with you, though I did not know how you do it,
but I never want to be without you for a second.
with you, I feel fulfilled and comforted.
What more would I have asked for?
In you I have found the woman I have ever wanted and always dreamt of
To some, beauty is the carriage you have
but to me, beauty goes beyond that look of yours.
No doubt about that, that a lot of people would give anything,
just to be with and around you because you are beautiful
That, without doubt, is the truth.
But to me, with all the beauty in you,
it would have been so meaningless to me
if that beauty that springs from within you is not there
Do not get so confused when it seem like I cannot do without you,
The reason is not far fetched,
It is just because I have found in you true, genuine
and unadulterated beauty and love.
With you I have found a solution to my puzzle,
have found an answer to my quest
and my adventure is completed in you.
Words are cheap but not easy to come by.
With you, I see this world as the most beautiful gift nature has given me.
You have given me peace of mind and joy insatiable.
With you, I have found true love manifest itself.
Always will I be appreciative of that which I have found,
...in you!.
Form:
YOU ARE THE ENEMY OF MY PAIN
SOMEONE WHO IS A TRUE GOD SEND
EVEN THOUGH YOU LIVE SO FAR
YOU HAVE HEALED MY SCARS
A CHILD- LIKE INNOCENSE THAT YOU POSSESS
IS SOMETHING I LOVE AND I MUST CONFESS
THE WORLD HAS YET TO REALISE
SOMETHING THAT I VISUALIZE
FOR THEIR IS A DREAMER WHO CAN HYPNOTISE
THIS SLEEPY WORLD WITH HIS GOLDEN EYES
THE LIGHT IS HIDDEN IN HIS TRUE ART
SUPERSEDING THE OLD AND YOUNG HEARTS !
MY LOVER-ARTIST YOU HAVE CHANGED ME
AND THIS LOVE HAS NOW SET ME FREE
FROM THE SATANIC WORLD OF DARKNESS
NOW I HAVE FOUND SOLACE
IN YOUR POETRY...
I CAN BREATH THE FRESH AIR OF LIBERTY
AND SPEAK MY MIND WITH BREVITY
IN YOUR EYES I FOUND MY INNOCENCE
FOR YOU TAUGHT ME PATIENCE WITH PERSEVERANCE
MY LOVER I WISH TO DRINK YOUR SENSUOUS LIPS
LOVE YOU TILL THE MORNING KISS
I WOULD BECOME THE LINES OF YOUR PALM
HUG YOUR LOVE WITH MY OPEN ARMS....
Copyright 2011 by Smriti Jha
This is for a very very very very special person !
NoT HuMAn Living in Another World,
Lost in an unknown World, a world of mystery.
Feeling like I'm living in a world of only one,
Me, Myself, and I.
I keep going on in Life, living a life of a Loner.
I go on living Life clueless, not knowing what to do,
Having no one to talk to,
I'm just another Lost little Boy looking for his way.
There's no Love, Peace, or Happiness in this World,
Only Pain and Sorrow.
I feel like a prisoner held captive of my own thoughts,
With No Way Out.
But through all of my troubles,
I keep my Happiness
Even though I'm NoT HuMAn Livin in Another World!
~NoT HuMAn
My words without tears are merely just that.
My heart is of soul with love but water it sheds.
Is it that I want to which I can not have?
Or is it the jealousy that rages within?
The beauty she intises me with fight.
But the beauty I fall closely in love.
She is like the star in my sky that makes me shine.
My world may go round ~n~ round but never come to end.
Cause she's the center of my uiniverse and not just a friend.
She's the axle I turn on because we share the same love.
If only she knew how I really felt.
We would never part but be companions til the end.
With love and honor I would make her my wife.
Only to share happiness for eternity and life.
But with love, I will always love her with all my heart.
And never forget the moments we share.
Be good to her because she is my heart.
She's my world in darkness because there she shines a light.
One that will never be put out in this life.
But always have a flame you can see through the country side at nights.
She put the Joy in Love you see.
Because she's everything in this world to me.
My breathe, the air, I will love to death.
I'd give anything to be
somebody else for
a few days out the week.
Sometimes I need to rewind
and revive my sanity. There's
too much truth in this world
but not enough chances to
be seen.
I spend way to much energy
trying to fit the standards
that I grew up seeing. They
say college is where you belong
but they don't make getting
in any easier. Far to much
pressure in this society.
I can barely breath
with all this anxiety.
But in a world like this
you have to keep moving or
you cease to exist. When
your stuck standing still
it's as if your frozen.
I watch as everyone
around me pretends to be real
and all I want to do S.C.R.E.A.M
I suddenly feel a strong need to
transfer out of my body.
Just for one second so I can
see if I'm still me. Can I really
defeat these demons in front of
me? Does this girl still remember
who she's longing to be?
She remembers. She'll never forget.
But the stress of this world
can have her kneeling and ready
to lose it.
Brian was unrelenting in his passion.
There was no hole to go through anymore.
He had flipped the world upside down and
had watched it dangle on his finger,
And now he was sitting dejected.
Stuck in the middle of his small apartment,
Roommate-less, rent-less…
And then women appeared.
Like small flocks of doves,
They wafted into his apartment
One after another.
Looking for a bedroom.
A conversation,
A good time even. Maybe.
Suddenly the world began
Its old familiar roll.
And Brian was no longer dejected.
I say this in the spirit of Old Vice; Love’s Creator.
That when Brian reflected,
Not on the women appearing
Like a bowl of grapes into his lap,
But on the system of the stars,
He was caught.
In the Wonder of Time.
And, moreso, the Brilliant Lyricist
That is Time.
Brian.
Lost in his woods.
Lost in his apartment.
Lost in Grateful Waters.
His eyes swimming through hearts.
Is this just another taste of the reality of illusion?
Or do you think it is just the clarification of confusion
That the little hand that’s as feeble as the stalk
Could feed the aged sages with the meal of chalk and talk.
I was just gazing through my global window on Soup land
When I discovered this little Arabian wonder
Her blueprint on Soupland many crave to understand
And her footprint on the world moved the aged poet with wonder
The poetry passion that springs from her streams of words
Has thrown millions off balance as many still wait to wonder
How such a little poetess could decorate ideas with golden cords
And present it to the world in a show of poetry wealth and wonder
Though far away is Farah the Arabian wonder
Loud and clear is the pen with which she writes
Her poetry picture rids the mind of many a blunder:
The quality that makes her the soup’s delight