Lady, this sang the blues more like recited her poem to a jazz background She told me her story which made me feel her story and all along she was telling my story Lady, this lady spoke some truth or maybe just telling a convincing story she may have really been an actress but she acted this.........poem out at points made the crowd cry, laugh, and shout a sista jump up "GIRL POWERRRRRR!!!" This lady moved the crowd like Rakim but woman stood their ground like Shakur
Lady, this lady was a piece of work she shared her piece of work from a long life of pieces that hurt hurt that came with shattered thoughts that made this piece hurt but it worked we felt her hurt cause she spoke her hurt dayum it hurt dayum that lady poem hurt and so were we
Lady, I call on you lady lady in my painted Polaroid print out this poem this poem was for you that lady that lady that did that poem LADY........
Take my hand I promise I will guide you in this misguided world of sinevery step I take I guarantee, its the foot steps Jesus has taken See what I see from past to present no need to look through my eyes for the future that's what you eyes are here for
Hold tight
no I'll hold you much tighter I won't let go of the future I won't let go of an ANGEL see my torch is burning on low but regains high flames when you hold my hands hold on little future just hold on
Let my hand:
point the way...around harm teach you to touch hearts with out hands show you a plan of becoming a man from a man who learned from a higher man pull sisters and bruthas together and not pull triggers raise your hand to the Lord and not for violence point you to the spoken word because your voice is not meant for silence
Hold on to me don't let go Hold on to me I have something in store Hold on to me I promise you no harm Hold on to me hold on to me Just don't let go.....
I closed my eyes remembering the sounds of her voice well, the sound of my pen graphics to her collegiate lines I crossed these lines a thousand times with a thousand lines that didn't quite rhyme. but I'm a poet, who uses lines to cross the lines put dotted happy faces on my I's crossed my t's like crosses in heavenly skies eyes on my T's and I's and I's be a wise guy to every line I crossed the lines but stayed in the borders I was border line, while crossing lines so I go back to closing eyes thinking back to the last line, on collegiate line I crossed the lines stayed within border lines and if I get another time I'll cross her lines again, with my writings on her lines.
I lye against the host chest to hear your cry and take note for understanding to make it live again to allow it to feel again to prove to it it could love again
Broken Heart
repeat with me when I say it was never your fault someone stole your key more like breaking and entry and forge there way into your heart they projected images of love but it was hidden lust from the start playing your heart as a game when your love is an art
Broken Heart
cry no more for me just give me a chance to translate love from your steady beats lost love is just an obstacle I'll reboot your heart for free I'm a geek in love so I guess I'm the LOVE GEEK
Broken Heart
there's that smile I hear your pace changing its ok let your tears fall like its raining Its love (ME) to the rescue I have the cure unlimited prescription to keep your beating heart from suffering anymore
My hand shakes nervously because for every word that hits a line I hear silent cries cries of angels who died without sufferingthey lost a full life in a short time a crime that was committed because one illness, would eventually cause 28 deaths
Why the innocent? If life was not your road why must your pain be others how was innocence your unattended target you died with self infliction, but did not complete your set out mission Did you think your suffering would open heaven doors?
My hands are still shaking and I find it difficult to run my ink over stain papers I can barely read what I wrote with eyes blurred in swells of tears you created my worst fears to wonder if my sons school or any other schools are out of the clear who will be the next to step up and decide they can play God.
I can't even say a prayer at night without hearing their voices that never made a sound seeing vision of their smiles is all we will remembered that day and seeing his misguidance and misunderstanding join together through weapons he shouldn't known pointing to take away instead of pointing to find a way......
My ink growing faint hands perspire not because of sweat but because the pens shell is shedding tears I started writing black until blue step in than flat lined to a seeping red I can't believe they are gone delegated angels to the earth are gone Angels are now angles moving on I slowly drop my pen my head falls slow with my tears and all we can do is mourn
I speak loudly, and carry a silent voice My name is in highlights but I'm still standing invisible I'm a poet with poems for days but not one poem has been read I'm introduced to many stages but my applause's are in silence I speak loudly, but carry a silent piece but not a gun piece but a poem piece that delivers peace but since you can't hear me my piece has no peace, so I have to scream my piece so you can hear my piece that gives my piece a piece of mind but still you can't hear me
I speak loudly now I'm silently screaming above my lungs ACKNOWLEDGE ME!!!!! give me your undivided please stand attention while you pay attention to me LISTEN TO ME!!!!!!!!!! I have a poem ya'll I have something to say my poem got messages but my poem is untitled my poet name is untitled after this piece I hope this UNKNOWN will be KNOWN my poems UNTITLED will be TITLED
I'm speaking in low tones as my poetry writing scribes loudly this is not a poem in demand my pen point to you in but not in commands but I demand my poems to command....... the audience...TO LISTEN I'm advertising the UNKNOWNS by wearing shirts that say "UNKNOWNS to be KNOWN My pen will not hide not more I raise my pen from it silent mourns my pen, my voice, is no longer MUTE anymore I am UNKNOWN to be KNOWN I write in MUTE to be HEARD
Person Of Extreme Talent
^^ this is me.. UNKNOWN poet, MUTE writing ByLeRoyTNWGoetzendanner
Natural looking you that short hair, locked hair dread head, to those AFROO's Gyal you're so beautiful No additives or preservatives gluten free Nubian flavors in you You are the get up get dressed up working woman or schooling woman walking in radiance without a ounce of paints on your face to make you up
The walk by that says hi.....to all genders conservative in her clothes but she still outlines a body so defined
Educated and street smart mouth talk from north or south mouth attitude nice to being rude you know who I'm talking about you know who this poem is directed too my beau, babes, luv, or hotness, Yeah I mean you
Natural eccentric you you were born this way this is not a trend on you you're different with a difference Gyal you are beautiful beautiful one's as they're define look at you but in their mind they want your natural beauty too
Beautiful you skin so dark, brown and light skin too where high lights from suns' lights makes all complexions so flavor able Skin so soft, Shea cocoa butter soft melanin like OMG touches enhanced without pen drawn beauty marks
I love you beauty I love your natural beauty You are naturally healthy You're natural is good health for me a deserving want for the needing that......
I apologize for any and everything I made more things into small things lost somethings that was my one thing that one thing was my everything now I shrug my shoulders, towards having nothing
I apologize for consistently being inconsistent when Times I was wanted maybe times I was needed my time plus your time, always equals me missing when throwing in towels before I tried so I lie their defeated the defeat of myself my all by myself my lonely self done with no ones help
I apologize for not believing losing myself and my faith in body you were missing but your mind was always in place not using my mind to think before I would say I say this with thought cause today's saying was suppose to be said yesterday yesterday was the past days and the past days of yesterday was fail marks on my tester days So I say this now to move foreword
I apologize for loving a little and not enough for saying I cared but showing care was tough tough love, make love hide tough love can make love die tough love make walls go up tough love will cause things to fall apart tough love is heartless so pictures are painted in lust tough love was tainted so good love is there, but not for us
I apologize for apologies after apologies that I didn't mean but what was said was pretty mean I apologize for apologizing before a apology was needed I apologize as I accept that I was my personal war being defeated I accept that I got work to do to make apologies no longer needed So I won't say that word but my last word is the title say it with me in silence cause that word is, was and always be my battle
