Steven Matthew Foster

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King of the BlackTop

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ABOUT ME:
I run Fosteressences.com and King of the BlackTop... I am a poet... A broadcaster of the streetz... I am also a free style extraordinaire... I am the Dream of Martin Luther King!!!

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E-Vette CK
ABOUT ME:
I am a poet, novelist, promoter, I am a top notch hustler, blood in, blood out, fuck hataz, I am gonna keep doing what I do, So hate me because you ain't me BZ's...

Silent Cries - Lorraine Yvette

You Can't Do It Like Me... NOPE!!!
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E-Vette CK
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I am a promoter, auther, novelist with fosteressences.com... If you think you have what it takes to be on our site... Holla at me and if I like your material... I will see what we can do...

Silent Cries - Lorraine Yvette

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Silent CriesLorraine Yvette

Nobody sees the tears I cry

Can’t hear the screams for help that I call

My eyes are completely dry

And my voice is no more

Still I live everyday

As if nothing was wrong

Not knowing what to say

Or if I really belong

When will it finally be enough

Am I close to the end…

Why does it have to be so tough

Or has it all just began

I don’t like who I’ve become

Can’t take back the mistakes I’ve made

How could I’ve been so dumb

To rip up my life with just one blade

Now I’m left with nothing to call my own

And no one to blame but me

I guess I should of known

That this is how my life would be…

Up into a beautiful surrender,

Incapsulated within a blinding light,

I find life’s answers

Without a question being rendered,

Divided away from the sweat and the strain,

Free of body, all memories and strength,

Switch into pure energy,

Finally free of the stress that once succumbed me,

Melting into a purpose that is far greater than me,

My spirit goes up in vapors,

Like scented oils above a flame,

Giving off an aroma that sparks,

All the experiences imprinted on my soul,

Seen free of the filters,

That tarnished the pictures within my brain,

Now they fly at me in vivid color,

The truth of consequences,

Finally realizing this is my final review,

I’m alive in every imprint,

And all my dreams of things left undone,

Doesn’t matter any more, because the novel is done,

The scents and pictures,

The answers to so many things,

All the positive energies,

Absorbed, and all the light

Starts forming into souls

Truly loved and truly gone,

We melt into one energy,

That can not be destroyed,

Can only change form.

Third Eye Sewn Shut

Steven Matthew Foster

Dipping and dodging,

Flipping within collaboration,

Aggravation swells,

Ammunition mounts up,

Behind a growing community of men,

Who have struggled to find,

Enough to survive.

Now their single mission,

Is for the whole world to feel their tension,

Witness, firsthand, every hardship they’ve felt,

Say it’s in the name of Allah,

So they don’t have to harness the guilt,

From all the innocent lives,

And innocent minds they’ve killed,

They have no dignity,

So they don’t show their face.

Instead they try to be God,

So they’re damned to live as snakes,

Slither from hole to hole,

Lay an egg every time

They corrupt a youth’s idea of soul.

And once they do that they’ve recruited

Another weapon to their arsenal.

A programmable smart bomb,

With the highest precision,

A hate filled man,

That believes he only answers to Allah.

So sad to see Satan devour,

A young mind that was never empowered,

And shower it with lies,

Until it flowers out into a sociopath spy,

With their third eye sewn shut,

They are ready to die.