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Golden slice of processed dairy
Resting on my bread so squarely
Beneath the next, with buttered side
From my eyes your form does hide.
For one so close, I knew you not
But time is short; the pan is hot.
Forget, may we, this moment felt
And meet again when you have melt.
"Through the Scope of Things"
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Who wants the truth
About the truth
Conservative or Liberal View
Union Solider
Conferderate Yankee
Hope to God and grab my panky
The goverment is like a slinky
Sometimes it bends and twist
But always return to its original shape
By using an escape goat
Roman Pope
Jesus hope
Assains rifle in a rubber tote
I had a dream died by the window
Equality died way before the great depression
Fannie Mae
And Freddie Mac confessions
Minute man border patrol federalist
Taliban terroist
They measured us
Divided us
With the drugs and guns
A evil twist modernly spun
Goverment cheese milk and bread
Apartments, trailers and cardboard boxes
White shirts mixed with the black dirt
Pants so dingy look like some jean skirts
This is the backdrop
For taco cart pushers, portable hotdog stands
and the sweet as melody from the ice cream man
Telephone poles outline the city streets
Shoes hands from the top and dangle by their laces
Swaying ironically in front of a flag
Drugs being sold in front of these places
felony cases
No need for a wide view lens to see
whats going on
just look down before you step over
Reach down
And think over
Morality before material wants
Because each person matters
Only the educated climb the corporate ladder
-Jamaal Crawford
jamaalcrawford@hotmail.com
Losing the next generation!.
by Jamaal Crawford
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How to generate currency with profit
An abundance of poverty and bullet shells
Baking soda share holders cocaine pioneers
White t-shirts illuminate the night
Kindergarten soldiers
The inner cities eat fears
For every ounce of beer another mother
Drops a tear
Vision of shoes hanging from power lines
While the helicopters hovers over
Rocks tucked deep in darkness
Emotions tattooed on knuckles, hands and wrists
Waiting to kill another man
Emotionless minds
So young
Yet so sprung
On the rush of being a gangsta
Developing tactics
Jumping on old mattresses
Pushups and pull ups
Just to have enough strength to hit a fence or wall
Mean mugging while his reflection
Gleams off the base head eyes
Got to get tough because big homies will take your prize
Brass knuckles and thirty eight special
With a knife tucked by the navel
Three months later he was found hanging from a wire cable
Got killed over a Michael Jordan label
True story no fable!
Norika Barnes says...
This is great! interesting how you worked around the number 365, as in years, rather than 360 degrees. I wonder how a poem with the focus on angles and degrees would turn out..Love this!
"A 365 Reflection" by Norika Nicole Barnes Another 365, another year older Seems as the days went along, my heart grew a little colder With that my soul much boulder from carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders I got through the pain and somehow weathered the rain It wasn't all for not, Eventhough I may have lost some I still gained a lot And managed to stay so humbled by what I got In this one year there has been many battles fought, some wins and many lost. But with each lost it was only my perception of the world that paid the cost. Each battle brought a new epiphany Opening my eyes and mind to what I once could not see With my eyes wide open I leave the past behind me Taking those lessons learned into a new year on this life's journey....
"A 365 Reflection" by Norika Nicole Barnes
Another 365, another year older
Seems as the days went along, my heart grew a little colder
With that my soul much boulder
from carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders
I got through the pain
and somehow weathered the rain
It wasn't all for not,
Eventhough I may have lost some I still gained a lot
And managed to stay so humbled by what I got
In this one year there has been many battles fought, some wins and many lost.
But with each lost it was only my perception of the world that paid the cost.
Each battle brought a new epiphany
Opening my eyes and mind to what I once could not see
With my eyes wide open I leave the past behind me
Taking those lessons learned into a new year on this life's journey....
Sun dries the tips of my hair The oil on her face is reflected in the moonlight. Yet I still love her Bleached teeth, I know I wish to know why you don't understand. Tell me the truth
Empty I try to write, Sorry, but my brain is off right now. I can't seem to find any inspiration but this. Droopy eyelids, and a hazy mind. This is not the time to be writing something great, but this one you can understand. We all know the draft of tiredness and sleep deprivation, so my mind is working simply here. Simple words and sentances can only be made. Force cannot make grand poems, But sleep can.
Empty I try to write, Sorry, but my brain is off right now. I can't seem to find any inspiration but this. Droopy eyelids, and a hazy mind. This is not the time to be writing something great, but this one you can understand. We all know the draft of tiredness and sleep deprivation, so my mind is working simply here. Simple words and sentances can only be made. Force cannot make grand poems, But sleep can.
Office Space I sit at my smooth desk on a cushioned rolling chair. I own the world in this small space. White walls make their stance around me and downy carpets embrace my feet. This is my world, but in my world, I do work of the superiors.
TIRED MUSIC STANDS My logic is a screw· swirls in -an out of time- piano. Even the music stands tired to lift the weight of music. Humped as an indication of musical lead. Notes punish with their silence. Walls sign for silents announcements. Time forgot it's name and borrowed eponymic anonymity...
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By Vito Janes For Sarah Waghani
I cracked open a bottle of sunshine
The taste was sweet as sunny D
Tingling sensations pierced my bottom cheeks
While they became permanent cold stones
Attached to the corners of my face
The scent of the dorm revived perception
I rose to stare out the window
The people brought me at unease
While unnerved a smile lingered
Strength demolished Anthropophobia
Long-suffering was non-existent
The cynicism I was encaged in
Had quickly subsided
Like Tylenol to a headache
Happiness had sedated in my blood
Ranting and raving was slaughtered
An Adult sprung from the concrete jungle
Immaturity became a passing shadow
To aid in constructing an empire
Happily sitting in a bar trying to discover who I am... A person lost with Henny and Coke trying to discover who I am... I am... I am... I am calm; I am man I am strong; I am man I am weak; I am man I am meak; I am man I am forgiveness; I am man I am ruthless; I am man I am cruel; I am man I can play the fool; I am man I can be charming; I am man I can be alarming; I am man I can be courageous; I am man I can be dangerous; I am man I can be simple; I am man I can be plentiful; I am man For all the things that I am and for the things I am not one thing is for certain that makes me no different from the rest...I am man
HAIKU OF DEATH Calendar's number Fallen to the floor of death : Knife cuts life
Sri Wintala Achmad 26 LETTERS AND 10 NUMBERS From the teacher's blackboard 26 letters and 10 numbers Jumping repeatedly Into the students’ brain Being of thousands viruses http://networkedblogs.com/qsbj1 Sunil Khadawala www.itsmesmirk.wordpress.com My poetry is hear.
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