Deferred Dreams (Soliloquy of a Quiet Nightmare) |
"What happens to a dream deferred" or even worse a quiet nightmare disturbed.
Awoken from within it self, silence broken spoken like a gun shot quoted through the mouth of a snipers barr...
Posted by Slangston Hughes on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 03:39:00 PST |
Dedication& |
It was love at first write, connected with her thoughts like eye contact, her pupils were pages steered on to the lines and into her mind, and oh was it so beautiful, infatuated with her storie...
Posted by Slangston Hughes on Sun, 09 Mar 2008 03:19:00 PST |
Cast Iron Roses |
2-pac once said that we should thank God and celebrate the tenacity of the roses that manage to grow from concrete, will I'm here to tell you that my roses were just a bit more th...
Posted by Slangston Hughes on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 02:21:00 PST |
If seeing is believing, than show me the truth! |
I want you, the listener, the observer, the reader. To take a second and open your mind, then after that open up a preverbal window, have you done so, good! Now take everything that you believe to be ...
Posted by Slangston Hughes on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 02:15:00 PST |
Pick Up the Pieces |
Scatter my thoughts over these pages like shattered promises throughout the ages, speak wit a tongue so broken that they call these poems tasteless, continually caught in the mix, of so much bu...
Posted by Slangston Hughes on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 02:13:00 PST |
Poetry of an emcee |
Hold tight wit a death grip on the mic like my life depended on it
This is my form of the blues slang is what I choose
And paint pictures wit ebonics through the tune
You can hear the fierce unspeak...
Posted by Slangston Hughes on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 01:59:00 PST |
The Weight Within Words |
ever since God spit that first phrase, "let there be light"
the word has existed and coexisted with the world
for that word has been life, clutching to mics we attempt to recite the meaning
searchin...
Posted by Slangston Hughes on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 01:51:00 PST |
