"Run…”
"Run..."
Run…
Running…
Panting…
Gasping for air, breath by breath my lungs are exploding in pain.
Fear has got me to the point of being insane. I am looking back but there’s nothing there.
But I hear snarls and growls approaching quick, too fast for me to place distance between us.
Sweat dripping down like a river…
My only instinct is to run,
run as fast as you can,
run faster than what your mind limits you.
What has caused this to take place in my presences…
I thought that I escaped,
I thought that I was able to get away.
It’s coming, coming to kill me…
The tears are coming down and my heart is on fire.
I hear it!
I HEAR IT!
AAWWWWEEEEE!!!!!
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'Ignorance over intelligence”
"Ignorance over intelligence”
The African slaves to those of today,
The Spanish heritage of so many generations,
The Native Indian the founder this country's soil,
The missing troops in NAM,
The victims of Hiroshima.
Used for Personal Pleasure, How the hell
can you measure a life over profit?,
slavery over freedom,
ignorance over intelligence,
lies over facts,
superiority over inferiority.
I know what your saying,
you have no room for us on this planet,
but, that’s not the way God planned it.
We have all been used to an extreme
extent, when will you get on your knees
and repent.
NAZ’E 10-10-96
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'I man part of this world'
'I man part of this world'
I man part of this world,
In the image of God,
The provider,
The peacemaker,
The painter of the universe love
Makes flight possible of the soul,
Bringing gifts of the impossible true,
Helping my fellow brethren of trials to
steep,
Cherish dreams retained internally by me,
Finding love totally exhilarating.
I woman part of this world,
In the Image of God,
The teacher,
The companion,
The inspiration to the universe love.
Releasing the breathe, compassion to a
world that knows suffering,
more than serenity.
Mother of all creatures great and small but,
giving strength and love to all,
Nourishment for dreams and reality to
become true.
Two beings part of this world,
In the image of God,
Warriors as unison or divided with
separate minds of thought,
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'The Rhyming One'
'The Rhyming One'
Let's take a spin...
Don't take my spine...
Do I love thee
Yes, I do thine...
Can I spare my heart,
No I already lost a part...
Can the tears set it free
A caged bird is what they call me.
The rhyming one...
The dying one...
Of whom do you speak?
I would share it if you took a peak..
Naz'e 3-14-19
I saw a message for a contest and the rules were very strict and I just thought about that I don't really do rhyming poetry like I used to so I wanted to give a quick shot with some wordplay. © Mar 2019, Dwayne Green
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“Have I lost my edge”
“Have I lost my edge”
Have I lost my edge with writing, living & loving.
Have my words become laps and lacking.
How do I entertain confetti minded people, where there are so many issues, so many worlds that human kind has yet to see.
And I don’t mean the worlds of the universe I mean the many different dimension of the human condition here one Earth.
Forget the color of my skin, forget that I am a man and forget that I am part of generation X. But believe in my text.
But I am seriously questioning my craft has my mind been burn asunder and become a blunder.
All the many poets that are here and gone are reaching out to me and saying Naz’e just keep believing and yet my words of expression has caused many stirs but my point is I don’t want
to be a blur.
I want to stand out of the crowd and point out other poets
that a... |
I am not giving you anything filtered”
I am not giving you anything filtered”
Yes, yes, Yes!!!!!
That’s me screaming at all those
that insist to scratch my eyes out!
To tear my heart out,
Tear my soul out
Eat the remains of me!!!
What the *** should I do should I retaliate or
should I play fake and give them the very
thing that they are trying to destroy.
But what is the reason for this bull!!!
Oh, yes it’s because in my heart I
could be the deepest poet/person when
my heart is wanting and needed
to express the need!!!
Yes the need….
I’m not giving you anything filtered,
anything censored,
nothing held back!
How many times have I thought
about taking my life!!!
How many times I thought that I
was the piece of of life!!!
How many times have I ... |
The World is full of my Kind*
The World is
full of my Kind*
I struggle beyond belief to be recognized...
How I lay waste by the wayside.
So many can see me, if they willed.
But there busy. Selfish, techno-complicated lives have them so
color blind.
I show my beauty,
I show my personality,
I show God’s amazing powers
of creativity.
Yet, thousands pass my presence
am I not the bud of nature’s essence.
See me full of color and poise,
vibrant enough to make silent noise.
Who I am…?
Stretching my arms towards
the sun but do you see me?
Yes, I mean you sir, or, or you Maam!
The world is full of my kind,
some of us have been known
to shine.
Your refusal to recognize me
makes me cry, makes me wane,
me feel so ashamed.
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“Ghost Story“
“Ghost Story“
In an old house live many unrested souls
that gives no peace to its residence that
recently moved in.
The picture outside this house is calm, serine
it has that aura of “ Family Life “.
But inside are screams coming from the air nightly, scratches on the wall and thumps of objects both
large and small.
But the most evident sighting of them all is the
appearance of footprints of a little girl made
in pure thick blood.
The story is that long, long ago an insane man who escaped a home for the mentally challenged broke in on a family that was having dinner and butchered and tortured them to death.
Yet these residents that reside in this home have no clue of the history or the serous danger they are exposing themselves too.
But they refuse to leave stating that they’ll use whatever power of there means... |
“Burned our fires”
“Burned our fires”
The smoke was clearing…
A figure crept through.
I thought it was a demon but it was an angel
emerging passed my fires of hurt and pain.
The angel that truly loves me.
Someone told me along time ago
“No one should ever you!”
and they also said that
“You are the giver of destruction!”
That’s why before this angel came in my
life and held me tight I was so dismayed.
The fires burned blissfully for many
years a figure crept through.
I thought that it was another
angel but it was a demon.
The demon that never loved me,
piercing through my happiness
and joy.
Someone told me not so long ago
“You should be loved in anyway and manner
that it can be given!” and they also said
“I i... |
Dark Poetry
Dark Poetry
I can see what you see not
milky visions when eyes rot
when you turn I will be gone
whispering my hidden song
when you see what can not be
shadows move where light should be
out of darkness, out of mind
cast down the “Halls of the blind”
who knows what you will find ( Sig79)
In this darkness of the unknown where
darkness and light travel to and fro
maybe what will be found is tears
and screams of the lost that can not
see a way to set themselves free…
But I have eruptions of my madness
of my darkness that yields me to solitude
I can not see what you see but pray that you
do not see what is reality to me… (Naz’e)
03/10/2000
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