love. passion. |
Its the flowetry of my poetry that with holds my curiosity.Held in the pencil left molested by my fingers,touching the eyes where all my magic lingers, a gentle rape of my imagination,taken away and s...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 13:31:00 GMT |
welcome to the one man circus. |
As you watch, Forced smiling faces are left to hide behind a mask,eyes stagnet with fear because they're unaware of their task,i wonder if i should follow the sign above my head saying use with caucio...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 13:15:00 GMT |
Rev- o- lution. |
Im sorry for sorrow, that your left to borrow, because your scarred skin doesn't feel, Love always having to be a steal, you try to keep it real, but your not allowed, always needing to push through ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 18:35:00 GMT |
For me or for you? |
Forbidden lips to kiss thee with, Dirty thoughts caressed with flith, but thats how i like it, Watch it, Carful to cover my tracks, Always weighing my stats. I am sorry that iam making you cry. I am ...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Oct 2007 18:20:00 GMT |
Miss Claudette Colvin. |
This poem is written from the perspective of Claudette Colvin, who was arrested for not giving up her seat to a white person, and spoke of her rights and wanting to change the segeration.
It wa...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:43:00 GMT |
Samuel Wright Rohde. |
There's a boy in my life who makes things so right,
Makes me shiver with his strong insight,
Brings me back because his radical action is dynomite.
He carries an angry face,
to bid his emotional pace,...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:36:00 GMT |
The truths a bitch! |
The Penatration of revolation,
Confuses virgin eyes,
because they're used to lies,
The truth handed out on a list,
to unite the youth in bliss,
so save a kiss.
The future will have no support to...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:27:00 GMT |
Dear Mama. |
It's the fact that your death is so near, that keeps me distant in fear.
If i just forget than i don't have to disappear in neglect, stop to talk because
without your smile im subject to object.
I que...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:11:00 GMT |
Brown Skin. |
My brown skin sends me to the shores of haiti,
and the land of frozen seas where como se va is on the tounge,
Chants at funnerals being sung,
It's the link between a unknown father and an ignorant mot...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:06:00 GMT |
Spoken Word is always fun. |
To whom ever it may concern:
America The land of the free,
Is turning out to be the place where yourself is never what you want to be.
Your own eyes you wish would disappear,
and with the help of con...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Aug 2007 14:00:00 GMT |
