Took en out of my element not by force but by choice,
Where there's no feedback when I speak my voice. Cancellation equals isolation from my outer nation. It's survival of the fittest now but I'm out of shapeand all I have is faith. My subject of social interaction died exactly 76 hrs agoAnd some think I let go.I've may just have overdosed off of boredomwanting to buy friends like I could afford'em.I subtracted the problems of the multitude and dealt with mines in solitude,And changed my attitude in a scared but anxious mood.Sometimes I wonder if anyone from the outer nation can solemnly show affection but on the other hand how much fun can I have with myself:self reliance. Am I my motivator creating life through simplistic word's skipping over passionate word's and verbs that pushes my thoughts further to the curb scared to say a word so I speak through hidden words dealing with life away from from people and my speechless words. Hidden truth through words that you never knew because it takes me to get to know you.
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saatyaki says: This 30th May i.e next friday is Seshendra Sharma's 7th Anniversary. I request the site administrators to mark the event by posting him on the home page of this esteemed site. Details are given below: thanks / Regards ------- Seshendra:Visionary poet of the millennium http://seshendrasharma.weebly.com --- Seshendra Sharma better known as Seshendra is a colossus of Modern Indian poetry. His literature is a unique blend of the best of poetry and poetics. Diversity and depth of his literary interests and his works is perhaps hitherto unknown in Indian literature. From poetry to poetics , from Mantra Sastra to Marxist politics his writings bear an unnerving print of his rare Genius . His sense of dedication to the genre of art he chooses to express himself and the determination to reach the depths of subject he undertakes to explore place him in the gallery of world poets / world intellectuals. |
OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Jkool86
ConfessionConfesssion Alone in my home is where my thoughts roam Indeed needed but sometimes I feel defeated. My energy depleted who knows what’s needed. Unresolved relationships now they’re situationships. Man I feel like speaking on things that people don’t care about. Some things that others wouldn’t dare about. Friends turned into strangers It’s like I never knew you. I’m solid but I’m treated like wet toilet tissue Am I the issue? It’s ***ed up because i miss you. I would never diss you but I will dismiss you. I think things are forever but it turns into I would never. I’ve hurt before and before but like that damn Raven, “Nevermore”. The truth is, I can’t keep the score so it could be more and more Feelings on the floor let me ...  |
The fish that BurnedTake me to the lake show me how to fish Matter of fact teach me about the birds & bees not about those wet things that swim in the sea Straight parenting gangsta Furious Styles "Gimme the Gun Trae" Or spend ya life running like B-rabbit from 8mile Sit me down give me orders, give me chores Though instead you gave me a mop because my tears covered the floors. "I don't want you to end up like Doughboy them" Train me to think about a master plan like Rakim. I guess this phase is gentrification Because these fools is plagued with aggravation. Sit at the table grow some balls and think about how you want me to elevate. Put the cape ova me Fade me up while I lie & say she gave it up. Aye sir that story bout her ain't real Although the pain you left me with I call it uncle Phil, you know that Show called F... |
So many letters
How many letters you wrote but didn’t send. So many letters, creating words and verbs that you kept within. It’s private, personal, it’s the insane pain that wouldn’t allow you to put it thru your window pane. |
Listening to one of Sade’s Song
The Breeze is at ease Don’t let me sneeze and becomea blessing to another one’s greed I feel wind not speed The feeling not greed Natural not speed. Constant Vibrant just to let you know. Poverty around me I bet you didn’t know Well it’s the land of free How can I overlook Is it because I refrain from acknowledging who we don’t want to be or is it just me. Having the fight in me to search and find out everything aint what it seems. The earth’s tone is my song Jukebox play that ish again so I can listen to the ocean all night long. |
Blood Flow
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Mirror Talk
When was the last time you told me you love me. I suppose to look in the mirror and see straight thru you. Your eyes were intended to be my window. Instead your just a peep hole looking for a peep show. I call it a creep show because you stoop low but You see though. Someone's in the way. It's a human figure in the way. I figure it's the truth anyway. Your hands is supposed carry my weight Feel for my fate Grope my date Come together and pray for HEAVENS sake. I think the truth is the Living Proof that I am not a figment of my imagination nor a Spoof. I looked in the mirror and discovered I'm Living Proof. I'm alive and I choose not to hide from the mirror inside of YOU
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Open up BabyLet me in |
The Hidden Truth
Beyoncé say "and I Slay" so those that are intrigued, you can say fans groupies repeat and immulate the style. Ain't that wild. Usually the impact of an influential individual generate social residual. Conformed with society norms we embrace it with open arms. Swayed by famous eye candy's charm caught up in the moment we think they can do no harm Egos and demeanors are formed utilizing it as stilts wearing a uniform Who are you really? Is adapting to society really silly? It's usually brainwashed and self greed from crushed and low self-esteem that makes our darkness shine like a beam. Is portrayal a persona to be who we wanna. Since when did oneself mentality becomes someone else wealth. We overly exert ourselves within the infatuation of a infamous persons health. If your lost at this point im ta... |
The ViewTook en out of my element not by force but by choice, Where there's no feedback when I speak my voice. Cancellation equals isolation from my outer nation. It's survival of the fittest now but I'm out of shapeand all I have is faith. My subject of social interaction died exactly 76 hrs agoAnd some think I let go.I've may just have overdosed off of boredomwanting to buy friends like I could afford'em.I subtracted the problems of the multitude and dealt with mines in solitude,And changed my attitude in a scared but anxious mood.Sometimes I wonder if anyone from the outer nation can solemnly show affection but on the other hand how much fun can I have with myself:self reliance. Am I my motivator creating life through simplistic word's skipping over passionate word's and verbs that pushes my thoughts further to the curb scared to say a word so I speak through hidden words dealing with life away ... |
Just a few thoughtsAggravated by blissful pleasures Now I embrace my existence and how much it measures. Whether it's 3 or more or me aloneI began to do my math entering my circumference zone. Things began to add up although I'm looking for subtractionWishing I could have just drew the line in reference to a fraction. Suddenly I felt like released specimens from am intoxicated nightSplattered everywhere but yet out of sight. Can anybody keep a secretBecause I'm hidden from society perks, seeming so forbiddenThoughts racing feeling tender like a kittenAlmost requesting to be rocked to sleep as If I was being baby-sitted.NOTE TO THE REST THAT'S LIVING. ..BANG..... |