**You ever just need to vent about things you see and hear in
the world? Yeah this is that moment in rhyme when I needed to get shit
off my chest. If you are tagged please drop your opinions/feedback/etc
below. Enjoy!**
this poem is for those that
think i don't see your true colors showing
understand within my quiet is a knowing
that it won't be long before you take yourself away from me.
there are many ways to make art
yours in not synonymous with success
just because it works for you
doesn't mean your way is best
while others can do what you can do
we don't all operate the same
much like how we don't all have the same name
or play by the same rules in this game
we all make it in our own ways
what matters at the end of the day
is who was there to support when the time came
whether you stood by me through the sunshine and the rain
did you do more then offer up more of the same
shouting your disbelief from my corner
patting my back with hands that bury me in public
forgetting we're all out here because we love it
i work harder then most will ever know
spread praise on all that came before me
extend an open hand as to not waste any opportunity
keep my faith to myself, so opinions of others will not ruin me.
will not discourage me from continuing
walking where HIS sight has led me
sharing the food that She has given me
until my dying breathe, i will see us form community
while you continue to compete
defeat your purpose with your unconscious duplicity
think i'll be nothing without your support of me
i have the support of creation, all Its magnificence is working through me
so please do me, and you a favor
before you call me trash
offer up some advice or a helping hand
& then decide where it is you stand
This blog is dedicated to the poetry of my life. Inspired by people, events, and experiences I have encountered while travelling through my Saturn's Return.
Showing posts with label frustration. Show all posts
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Friday, May 24, 2013
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
There, their, they're...
black love
Because they're love
They connected their souls
The god body within,
created perfection
in the image of their love.
Yet in the eyes of their love
there was/is pain,
there are/were regrets,
there were/are obstacles,
and theirs is full of trials,
to their triumphs,
there were times of joys,
Days where their elaborate patterns of speech and dance,
Had them lost in the turns, tricks & dips
of their loves dance
there was a seduction,
in their love
there was/is a solace,
a peace
an at home feeling in their love cause
there love is home
even in their divided homes,
there is celebration,
there is gratitude,
there is a shoulder to lean on,
until there isn't a leg to stand on and
All that comes out is the anger
in their words ,
there is fury.
And sometimes there are blows,
to pride,
to hearts,
to egos
To mines
and to faces
from hands that once held that face to their face and softly whispered "I love you"
and they did,
even when they loved rough,
Their love was intense
cause their love is/was/is tough,
to be in
When there comes a point
where their love is not enough
or
their love becomes just too much
for their love to handle.
-j sans chez
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Wednesday, February 1, 2012
01 09 12
listen closely children
and you shall hear a tale
listen closely children
listen to the wail
outside sits clear blue skies
brisk winter wind
whips against your face
as i sail through the afternoon
numb
cold
i came outside to feel comfortable
my heart was freezing me from the inside
outside the only place i feel comfortable
like myself
awake
alive
but here in this warm house we're going up in smoke
his fire
my ice
steam and smoke
smoke and mirrors of no reflection
metaphorical vampires
sucking each other dry
and you shall hear a tale
listen closely children
listen to the wail
outside sits clear blue skies
brisk winter wind
whips against your face
as i sail through the afternoon
numb
cold
i came outside to feel comfortable
my heart was freezing me from the inside
outside the only place i feel comfortable
like myself
awake
alive
but here in this warm house we're going up in smoke
his fire
my ice
steam and smoke
smoke and mirrors of no reflection
metaphorical vampires
sucking each other dry
Car ride with the Elderly
Nice to meet you..
How old is she?
Aaw.. Jusy cute as a button
And where did you live in new york?
Oh.. We lived in long island.
Manhattan was too much
and how old is she?
Just two?
Man she's big, that's good
Sure is a beautiful day today.
how's the weather back east?
I bet it's hell..
My husband was a fireman
Over twenty years.
And how old is she?
Oh she's so good
Hasn't said a word
So quiet she is
What do you buy at Sam's Club?
Thats a lot of toilet paper
Lasts a long time huh?
We should shop there honey
Did you have a good afternoon?
So well behaved
How old is she?
How old is she?
Aaw.. Jusy cute as a button
And where did you live in new york?
Oh.. We lived in long island.
Manhattan was too much
and how old is she?
Just two?
Man she's big, that's good
Sure is a beautiful day today.
how's the weather back east?
I bet it's hell..
My husband was a fireman
Over twenty years.
And how old is she?
Oh she's so good
Hasn't said a word
So quiet she is
What do you buy at Sam's Club?
Thats a lot of toilet paper
Lasts a long time huh?
We should shop there honey
Did you have a good afternoon?
So well behaved
How old is she?
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