I
Roads Go
Long Or
Won't Do
Too Short
II
Dirt roads
Misnomer
Dirt tracks
Better
III
Tar roads
Our English
Asphalt; Paved
Your's. Ours?**
NOTE: ** Maybe Macadamized; Adam's Fault (not Eve's), LOL!
Categories:
macadamized, africa, allusion, america, analogy,
Form: Other
Born into poverty , unholy society , sobriety the key to my life savings.
Daddy can't put the cider down ,Mama smoking that nicotine like her life depends on it.
She left with a man twice the age of granny never to be seen again and the result was a fat belly.
He quit school thinking he was cool, oh what a fool!
Stormy weather , the boat started shaking , sank six feet deep only to be revived by the divine love from above.
Took the right turn and it was my turn.
Built a legacy big enough , the next generation of my tribe will never starve that was hard work , dedication , understanding life and it's fluctuations and realized perfections is a pigment of humanity' s imagination. It is okay to cry for laughter awaits on the corner.
Macadamized by politics . Choked by sin tax and hated for standing out, well...l kept calm and meditated . Never giving up , now a warrior in the face of injustice.
Born into poverty , buried in silver and gold. Crawled into Asha , walked with tenacity in my adolescent pocket. Grown into diamonds ,the pressure , the realization of dreams and the utilization of time.
Raised by faith. lucifer you lost! Victory is ours.
Triumphant!
Categories:
macadamized, black african american, blessing,
Form: Blank verse
If ever you should find yourself
Lost upon the craggy, mud-strewn trail
Matchless, mapless,
The cloak of sky above you lacking a button of moon
And leaking through,
Sack nibbled to the crumbs
And drink drained dry--
If ever nature-nipped feet
Deem you mishap your way to me,
Mistake me never for your guide.
I am just as damned, just as far astray.
But equally so hapless or no,
I will pat the empty space beside me
And pour half of my canteen into your cup, and
Offer up what's left of the stew
And if you help carry the wood,
I've got some sticks to rub to keep us warm.
We can pass the nights in tent,
Time by swapping stories, every tale another
Skin we shed.
And as we make our way,
I'll be the arm that pulls you to your footing
When the pathway gets too steep
And lend my chewed-through blue umbrella
To ease the onslaught when it pours.
And if the path we know is set in stone
To walk the road unpaved,
I'd take it stride for stride with you
Over the macadamized
Any day;
For what it's worth.
Categories:
macadamized, friendship, journey, life, nature,
Form: Free verse