One Second. |
I've seen a lot of faces, met many faces. All in a brink of one second. Many were acquintances and many were memories. Of the past, for they will come again in the future. It wasn't destiny, it was mo...
Posted by Edgar Allan Poet on Tue, 01 Nov 2005 09:34:00 PST |
A Penny For Every Thought (Id be a Zillionaire) |
Edgar Allan Poetpoetry is a movement..the movement in me that my thoughts pour down to the tip of my fingertipslike a mannerism...its twitching...til...the ink drips to the paper...and ill be able to ...
Posted by Edgar Allan Poet on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Island In The City (poem) |
"The Island In The City"Edgar Allan poet Today would be a better tomorrowI remembered when things were like yesterdayYesterday, we used to run in our slippersFlip flopping, as we drag our tsinelasFeet...
Posted by Edgar Allan Poet on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
In Due Time (poem) |
"In Due Time"Edgar Allan Poet A poem, never have I imagine what begunThoughts sprung like a noose, hung.I gasp for air to breathe within these lungsI try to recollect the memories by attachingThe pas...
Posted by Edgar Allan Poet on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
The Life that i LIVE in... |
I live in a life of hastiness...
My bicycle that I bring to school is my transportation...it gets me places that school couldnt...
i could go through passage ways that nobody could.
the life that...
Posted by Edgar Allan Poet on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Country Men [volume 2] |
[Scene 2]
The bodies in cart ice on the hearts, pumping stops oxygen breathing too hard&
This game aint no Russian roulette or picking the right cards&
They charge was it to the faith?
To mak...
Posted by Edgar Allan Poet on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Country Men [volume 1] |
Ruel Asuncion
[Scene 1]
Eyes open green to Fein the needs weve been&
Behind the retinas illusion we see economic in status-qou&
Coupdetat in the world where martial law&
Its the placed wher...
Posted by Edgar Allan Poet on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
in my own prisons... |
"In my Prisons" edgar allan poetConfine in his own prisonsIn the depths of his own prisonsFor many have been tortured hereIn the darkness, the abyss has swallowed himThe moon had given him the spotlig...
Posted by Edgar Allan Poet on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
I used to be 18 |
"I used to be 18"edgar allan poet-written when i had my 19th birthday.I used to be 18Young brown skin, the shy type with esoteric hypesLife seems like a struggle, earning that stripesWalking on sharp ...
Posted by Edgar Allan Poet on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
Life - 1 |
Mind eye's dilated from unseen celluloid dreams...the fallacies that exist one day will collapse like Great Cities of the Western World...Tumbling down into rumbles, infrastructure infiltrated as supe...
Posted by Edgar Allan Poet on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
