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Eric Serpas Poem
No time to let my mind explode so let me stop the oil spill,
as I fall from a tree without life,
staying on top of glory and never falling down the hill,
over welled by my effort of success, call it sleep deprive;
Many reach for success but only a few strive or a better tomorrow,
drowning in a rhyme but never due to the sorrow,
Love to give but a heart that is already taken so no other may barrow;
No problem running over hurdles of obstacles’,
rich in love and work over night so let me freeze the hate like popsicles;
Never lost but found n search of a image,
take a picture and place it in a frame and watch it last until the next ice-age;
A piece of mind but no piece of cake,
under with the fishes to keep cover in the eerie green lake,
room for improvement but no place for corrections to lose for my sake;
running for a trophy but never ending poverty,
living with so much cover ups and controversy,
Man on the moon so all I do is love my technique of poetry;
Room for improvement but expectations for a teacher was low,
"you will never succeed in life", is what I been told;
don't believe words that disgrace, just wanted to let you know,
room to create warmth in peoples heart like a fleece on in the cold;
Line after line but if i could ill never end,
no stop sign on my yellow brick road and problems that pretend;
A nation is what we need to be,
a location of love is a place to achieve,
no desire to deceive,
stay don't leave,
living life in grief.
Copyright © Eric Serpas | Year Posted 2011
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Eric Serpas Poem
A smile that proves I’m good but a frown so bad,
No backpack on my shoulder but my heart to drag,
Long gone from the scene of the crime without a tag,
Over seen as dangerous just because my Levi jean’s sag,
Carrying the sorrows in my mind with a heavy duty plastic bag,
No surrender against the world so throw away the white flag,
Whipping the sweat off my forehead with a torn rag,
No gossip but little birdies do brag.
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Eric Serpas Poem
Tears already shot to the heart without bullets or a trigger,
What a little world but time to make it bigger.
Love isn’t a factor to subtract,
Send me a memory but I’ll send it’s change back.
Family already broken but a heart that’s still soaking,
Drowning in pain but only in the shallow end with no one knowing,
A face as calm from the front but a rear to expose while I’m joking.
Shoe laces tied as a bow; no naught,
I’m a football heading for success while I’ve been caught.
Over dosed on the ink so let me get clean by spilling it between the blue lines,
No pulse on a heart of steel even if rusted to its veins,
A soul that’s on the loose but should I claim it as mines.
Seat reclined back but the trophy stolen by trust,
Purple kisses to dodge and ladies to restrain from because it’s just…
Lust.
One radio station in my head but over whelmed to my knees,
Eating a apple from the forbidden tree,
Does that explain why my life is like a window fog where I can’t see?
Is that why the ground has shattered and it only happened to me?
So many people who are fake but which to pick,
Sad as a clown with face paint but without a balloon trick,
Feet planted to the soil of the earth but arms extended to the moon,
Am I shooting for something never their and return before noon,
Friend who wish I could build their foundations of life with my bricks.
So much to lose but only but only a little to hold,
Warm taught but a world so cold,
A life for sale but never low on fuel; already bought out, sold.
While my mind vomits memories as hot as lava,
Smile but not too deep where we start to hear betrayal and drama,
Rewind to the beginning of the poem because it’s Karma.
Love already kidnapped so what’s the value of mine?
Living life to the fullest and stuff is still fine.
Copyright © Eric Serpas | Year Posted 2011
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Eric Serpas Poem
Just because life restrain a smile,
create love as if your a mad scientist with a test vile.
Raised in a neighborhood of abandonment,
only a poem of life so let be be true in character is what I ment.
A poem but thaughts to touch a heart,
giving thanks to the hard working teachers who make us smart.
Only a poem but a time to escape,
not from hope but to fix a heart with duck tape.
Just smile and it won't hurt,
I dare you to try while my words fall to the dirt.
Poems around the word to be spoken,
smilling even when times are bad so they named me broken,
acheived with no gold or treasure stolen.
Only a poem to others but to me it's happiness,
no pain killers because writing releaves my stress.
Copyright © Eric Serpas | Year Posted 2011
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