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La Summer Brown Poem
One of these days I'd like to fly away
not sure if to come back one day.
I would look back and remember all the memories
of this life,
choosing and picking the good from the bad
the intimacy from the coldness, the love from the hate,
the lust from un wanting.
I would fly away from here, never wanting to come back
I'll fly away from all the let down reciprocity,
to land in another place where there's sounds of laughter
and silence.
Where everyone keeps their promises and love runs freely
and judgement does not.
Everyone would matter, no one could say they forgot.
A place where the sun would always rise,
a place where my mother would never cry.
I'll fly away to this magical land
in a hurry as my dream fades like quick sand.
I'll fly away, take a second look, for the last time.
I'll fly away into a field of dreams,
I'll fly away in the sky of hope,
I'll fly away into loves' arms
I'll fly away to endless possibilities
I'll fly away from here.
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La Summer Brown Poem
I get high when I see you,
I get high when I taste your smell
I get high searching deep into your eyes.
You're my natural high
lift me up, don't ever let me drop
Baby, please don't stop!
As I get caught up
pulsating beat flows to this natural high,
so high I can touch the sky.
Yo son, give me what I need,
I fiend for this high
it takes me above man made places
it makes me cry.
Gravitational pull like watery deeps
as I float on your high
buoyancy keeps me elevated
I feel liberated
I am free, as I get high.
La Summer “Sojourn” Brown
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La Summer Brown Poem
What could I positively say but my heart is a wasteland?
Spat on, crapped on, used up and thrown out.
So used that it's barren.
My mind is a wasteland in its own existence
Not knowing which way is right, which way is wrong.
Wanting to escape these thoughts to which I belong.
Wasteful thinking.
Thinking somebody gives a damn about me.
Shoot, I only got this paper to confess to, that and God.
Don't nobody want to know about my troubles all the mess that I run through day
by day. I talk, but they look the other way.
Dang, I'm tired of writing this mess having to look to paper to confess.
All this crap is just a part of my wasteland.
Don't nobody want to come near it, cause they freakin' fear it
'cause then they would have to see that I am blacker than black and as black as
black can be.
Oh but from afar the wasteland don't look too bad.
She's a nice little cute negro sittin' on a freakin' pedastool in her freakin'
wasteland.
Oh I know about her cause I listen to rap! Yeah, yeah, Wu Tang, Jay Z, City High
and Nappy Roots,
by the way, what does nappy mean?
Shes the one in the bunch, you know that "token" chick.
Don't really care to experience her little you know like "hood" like "wasteland"
Keep her over there, she's fine right there.
Yeah yeah, I know you keep your comfort zone set at "not close enough to the
wasteland"
You see my whole mind, body and heart is a wasteland, one you ought not step
into, you don't want to get dirty.
Its been beat on, crapped on, stepped on, used and left barren,
left like a desert with no sea,
in its existence lies me
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La Summer Brown Poem
Losing sight of God, religion and self
as I battle the war between my heart and mind
Emotions, sin that destroys mankind
I knew God last Sunday
I knew God as I pray
Birth, no choice in the matter
I cry all the time,
the sound of no more laughter.
My religion, a Christian foundation
as I leave it to seek emancipation
reading the Gospel of Matthew, Mark, Luke,
and John, a Revelation of these last days gone.
Who am I? Don't ask me for long ago I lost all sanity.
I am depressed, repressed,
move forward, but yet regress.
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La Summer Brown Poem
Divided me true and through,
Divided me what else can I do?
But be a slave to my heart or to my mind, a world apart
Divided me loves, divided me hates,
Divided me knows right, divided me knows wrong.
Divided me seeks to be strong in the
face of oppression and obession from you and
your body.
Divided me knows God, His word
and His spirit, but does God hear me when I speak this lyric?
Divided me is losing my religion.
Divided me whose heart is full with contention.
Divided me who shares no blame
Divided me who comes together in pain.
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