once again, its been a long minute since i have posted....a brother is just goin through some personal things but i promise to return, in full force, next week....in the meantime;
Im grateful for,
the Creator allowing me to see another day. for allowing me to smell the air, see the sun, feel the snow and hear LIFE. it doesnt matter whats thrown in front of you, LIFE is still a blessing. enjoy it!
for my family....be it through blood or love....i love ya'll
my babies....cause ya'll have a grown man....still calling ya babies.
the struggle to find piece of mind....the struggle keeps me on my toes (sounds crazy i know but its real)
the elders that watch over me from above....for passing on the gift of their knowledge and love.
an abstract poem that makes no sense (see below)
life lessons....class is in session everytime i open my eyes.
artist the put their SOUL into the music....to uplift others.
all of YOU taking the time to read the madness and chaos that is my life. THANK YOU
blessings granted and those yet to pass.....and those that WONT be granted. the Creator know whats best for me!
be peaceful fam....
onelove
the crazy poem:
Karma has again come along
and rained buckets of empty
in my life
i stand soaked before her
she is a tempting vamp
with soft brown eyes
brown like the leaves in fall
i wonder
how far did she have to fall to be here
and when do i
stop being her tormented muse
pray the Creator grant me freedom
naked,
she sits on the bed with me
sings me sweet songs of confusion....
runs her fingers over my bald head....
she has acid under her nails...
i now bare her mark,
she has reclaimed me
with ruby red lips
she kisses me into a depressed state....
i am now a red state
an aborted abortion
that should have taken place
when my state
was in a hue of blue
my heart,
is a buried weapon of mass....
causing destruction
yet, i bare no arms
i wait....
wait for the upcoming war....
send me your few, your proud
get me drunk on that which is you...
flesh of your flesh...
i cease the waving of white flags
aim your first shot here....
and i refuse to let you see
the hurt in my eyes
so, blindfold me with pages
of past love letters
let the last thing these eyes see
be the written beauty of love
let your aim be true
i promise
i wont press charges....
and i promise
not to lead protest rallies
on valentines day
about valentines day
and
i promise to remember to forget
that i love you
and forget to remember.....
you....
eghilliard,2006
bunny's boy publishing
all rights reserved
5 comments:
yes to the Creator, He is magnificent!
yes to the struggle to find peace of mind...yes yes!
not that abstract, cause i got it. very well versed.
"...she kisses me into a depressed state...my heart, is a weapon of mass...causing destruction, but i bear no arms...i promise to remember to forget..."
yeah alll that an then some.
damn good...hang in there King, hang in there.
blindfold me with pages
of past love letters
i love this line!!!!
You are crazy if you think anything is abstract or confusing about this piece...seriously, this maybe my favorite piece you have written
Just dropping in to say hello and happy new year!
Loving your pen.....:)
Write on brother, write on....
BM
"...get me drunk on that which is you..."
that line sounds like me! i mean, i've been told that im a helluva strong drink as well! ;-) HAHHAHAHA
damn Copa...that poem is off the hook...love it!
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