We are the water bearers our cups run over
Poets cry that’s why poets write
Our tears flow throughout the night
Our pillows stained with ink & type
Drowning deeply in our tanks of life
An artist is not without sorrow
An artist is not without insight
We are the infinite wisdom
We are the prophets of today and tomorrow
We are sovereignty born to be Born again
We are born to speak
We are the poems that write the songs
We are the language we are the art
We are the ink flowing through the deepest well
We are the UN sung heroes yet we are the fountains
Flowing many streams oceans waterfalls and brooks
We are unread books
Pits, seeds, earth, land seas
We are Africa
We are Zimbabwe We the Panama Bay
We are the streets, alleys and sun drift valleys
We are the intellect of profound self-respect
We are the barrios, the Yukon desert and the blizzards
We are hurricane rain we are love and pain
With pen in hand we carve out and carve in
We are the open doors of libraries of many books
We are pages of literary sanctuary
We cry on stages and across the pages of ages
We are the eyes of slaveries captivity
we are courageous
We are the hearts of the holocaust and lives lost
We are the shouts heard through echoed caves
We are the shovels that dig graves and mines
We are the minds of tomorrow we are the eyes of the blind
We send messages of love and romance
Our words perform a dance of jazz songs
We are the way low down home blues
The wind blows where it list the poet knows
We are created to compose
With our words we paint a rose
We draw pictures of sec pools, and muddy water bayous
We are the tunnels to freedom
We heard the call in the night to pick up pen & write
We are the jaw of the lion, the flying dove and the gentle cub
We hunger we thirst often the last not the first
We write for today we write for tomorrow
We write through our pain we write through our sorrow
We want to speak we need to be heard
Every sentence every word
We are the markers
Ceated with and extra opened eye
We are poets and we cry
Hear us now before we die
The Immortal Wize
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royale jones says: Yes SIR! We are! Great write e Very powerful. |
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Haikuz from the hoodblack man no gun stashed officer shoots finds gun in the trash black man dead for nothing
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CropsI’m not living for nothing I’m trying to have something leave a leg…acy for my mini mes to stand on lord please let this pain be not in vein I’ve bled more than I’ve cried died more than one time had to sit for awhile my but was on the line hand me down a hammer I’m doing it for the grind for the life of me there’s more to me so hyphen me locked in can’t get out in the back of the house planning a comeback to be boss everything I had, everything I lost all my valuables, everything that cost about a year ago time weaved a miracle had to let it go planted a seed left it to grow rain, thunder, sleet and snow my grip is tight never letting go I plan to sow from coast to coast Unti... |
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Documentedsitting in a bus station for a duration on a 2 hour layover I had to make a choice to listen to that small voice, I didn’t want to hear a word It had to say coz I made up my mind I was on my way to do what was on my mind to do, my will time didn’t stop but it stood still, telling me Thou shalt not kill gun in my back pack they didn’t check that, I didn’t check it my life was spinning out of control God please take the wheel before I wreck it for all my mistakes I stand corrected don’t blame me my inner child is still wounded from being rejected I have to go deep kiss her on the forehead and watch her sleep when she’s awake she’s watching me walking it out in my integrity a small glimpse into my life about how I committed suicide without taking my life my words I never need to off... |
Dibble Dabblepaint on my pants ink on my hands drugs are bad dope is good scrawled on a wall in Hollywood you can’t take no more, what are you giving you say you’re Christian how are you living I don’t like you you’re too old your eyes are empty your soul’s cold my lights are off my doors closed making beats to the sound of the streets murder mayhem no sir yes ma’am oh boy body slam fight club no love bear fist no glove Immortal no blood white collar ring around the tub too fresh rub a dub, dub 14 karat on clasp put away the claps up in here we snap like lunatics on acoustic instilments the blocks in limbo the earth just moved this is what had happened, pricked my finger on a hatpin hand me a napkin I feel a tremble in my thimble where did... |