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Jameel Trowers Poem
Could it really happen?
This question has become a big itch,
Will that day come when the poor become rich?
Could it really happen?
When some of us men stop this game,
Create a real heart and stop saying things just to drive her insane.
Could it really happen?
When some girls will stop looking only at financial charts,
And start focusing at the inner part, which is the man’s heart.
Could it really happen?
When every father will be responsible and be there for his son,
Won’t leave him alone and allow him to gravitate to the gun.
Could it really happen?
When every race will be free,
So people won’t judge another because of the colour that they see.
Could it really happen?
When people will be kind and also be real,
And poverty stops so everyone can eat a real meal.
These are the things that I have always saw,
People hardly see the positive, but always see the flaw.
So right now I am thinking. Will it really happen?
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A gun to my head about to pull,
I start to wonder if my funeral will be full,
Clap! Clap! No I am not dead,
That is just something falling off the bed.
I can hear the ringing of a bell,
Not even dead as yet, but it is time to go to hell.
I start to wonder a lot of crop,
Hell is far I think I am going to need a map.
I might have to pay a toll,
Don't know really that was what i was told.
It happen now there is a hole in my brain,
Surprised! Because I didn't feel a second of pain.
This gun for a moment didn't even stick,
I have to say it was so quick.
I will be missed,
But of course I knew why I did this,
Now all of this pain will go away,
It's over now not another day.
Also I guess doing this thing just amazed me,
Killing myself was crazy. Maybe!
What the hell it's time to wake up!
Now I think I want to live,
Won't forget but at least forgive.
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Looking for a heart but just cannot find,
I think I have lost it while trying to be affectionate and kind.
Now I am leading myself and others to stray,
Now my love is dirty as wet muddy clay.
In simple words they call me a galis or a player,
But deep down inside I am a lost child waiting for him to answer my prayer.
Did not want to hurt, did not want to become this bad lover maker,
Now all is lost, no trust to earn because I am a heart breaker.
I walk around now looking for a new heart to dice,
My brain starts to beat because this doing is not nice.
Today I might make her happy, but few days ago I made she cried,
Please don’t think I am wicked! I want to stop! I just have not tried.
You can give me fun, even happiness and bliss,
I might destroy your heart at my will with my poisonous kiss.
Is there a kiss that can give me the glue?
That kiss which is breathe taking, a kiss that is true.
Once that love is found it might provide that special healing,
And also cause me to love again and have real feelings.
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Why! I write because it helps to release some of my feelings,
It's a way of me attending to my heart which is healing.
I write because it comes naturally especially when I'm stressed,
I think its at that time i write at my best.
I write to feel free and to be strong so i can fight ,
to find my place in this world and overcome lonely nights.
I write because i want to prevent this pain,
to help my mind from going insane.
Why i write, because of you.
Yes you!
Your looking at your self because you don't have a clue.
Right now i can tell your mind is way pass the clouds and lost in the blue.
Why i write, because i want you to see things in my life,
how its hurt when i got stabbed by a knife.
Why i write, not because i want you to only read and look out for rhymes,
because reading and understanding is important at times.
Why i write, to help tell about mine and other love tales,
to show you how easy a strong relationship fails.
Why i write, not to be in this spot light,
but its because i am RYO the Poem "Black Knight".
So i really careless what people might think.
I am the poet putting words don't with the ink.
I am out of your league also your range.
I am not surprised cause this isn't strange.
Don't ask this question again ' Why i Write'.
RYO"""
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I guess on that night I learn and gain strength,
Until this moment I am in that spot and completely tense.
Anyone's life can stop in the wink of an eye,
I cant forget that 10 minutes flash that i almost died.
Never had the experience,therefore, never knew how to react.
It was acid in a bottle! That is the plain straight fact.
Could not speak, just had to listen to his convincing crop,
Until he found out he was boring so he got a hold of my chain and just suddenly stop.
A new day over silver I thought was best,
A permanent one room dwelling is not a great place to rest.
I could have stood up and put up a fight,
But I knew it would have ended in a bloody night.
There are moments in life that we have to accept defeat,
I rather to be a sheep and enjoy this life which is sweet.
So I guess on the night I learn that life is short,
Everyday we are open to danger and inattention is a type of tort.
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You keep on saying that you want to come back,
But am really scared and confused because your heart seems so black.
They say red means danger, but I know black means death.
Not taking that chance to make you take my last breath.
Your a great girl in some ways! Trust me I have to admit.
But what I wanted most was your feelings,and I didn't feel that one bit.
People come and goes, hearts beat and stop.
I think the "I love you" word is just a bunch a crooop.
Love is just a word use to captivate one's mind,
But a true "I love you" I guarantee you will never find.
Looks are deceiving, so are words put together,
The first thing you wanted us to do was to be one forever.
Sometimes i am sure of things, because I think before I act,
Would u take a shot for me? "Yes". Now I don't know if that's a fact.
You have left me in a hole left for dead,
I have stressed too much its time to take you out of my head.
Sorry!It's over! Still sorry its over!
I am tired of these trust issues.
Tired of seeing our relationship imitating wet tissues.
Dry for a while but when wet fade away.
Now you have given me me a heart like ice in a frozen tray.
Never the less I will always respect you,
Please try not to let trouble neglect you,
I will pray each day that angel protect you,
And if that day comes heaven accept you!
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You ask for a perfect girl now your in fear.
Men constantly calling at her you cannot bear.
You keep watching her every step as if if she is a prey,
Because her body is perfect and you think she might stray.
She has a mind of her own, one that you cannot control.
Every second you call and check up like some alarm patrol.
But in fact>
She a beauty devil.
Why didn't you listen to me???
Now your conscience cannot be free.
Don't love her because she is a cutey.
Don't be fooled because of her beauty.
Look what is inside, look at her heart.
If you don't you will be hurt and eventually be torn apart.
Now your broke and she need fresh meat.
Don't continue this fight just accept defeat.
A vampire she is,not caring about the weak.
I guess>
She is a beauty devil.
She loved you for status your glory, your fame.
In this world this is just apart of the game.
Even tho that has happen don't call her a witch or a *****.
And make sure u don't even think about switch.
Life is a game, u must play safe.
It might just be because>
She is a beauty devil.
Your my friend like chucky we go to the end.
What did u expect, every road has it bend.
Just learn from your mistakes.
and i hope positive changes this will make. Don't put all the blame on women that's wrong!
Look and learn; yeah the journey may seem long.
But u will find her. Remember look out for>
The Beauty Devil.
RYO"""
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