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what is art
but soul, in part
but rivers flowing
and suns born dark
what is love
but feelings warm
dark as fate
both odd and bright
>> Amongstus © 05-2019
i laugh
i teach
my heart lacks speech
i move
i grow
me, pain does reach
you did nothing
and that was everything
a new sorrow
you did teach
>> Null © 02-2019
you left before you came
how funny
the pain still tastes the same
all I wanted
was a soul
to soothe the pain
how childish
desire, this ancient game
>> Null © 02-2019
what is worse
than love unreturned
what hurts more
than sins not forgiven
a poem unread...
a heart simply walking away
from you. Without ever
caring to say why
>> Null © 03-2019
no one knows
the mountain of pain
I climb each day
I smile either way
so alone
an island of stone
surrounded by
other rocks
ships never
kissing my docks
>> Null
© 02-2019
come over when
the sun falls, and
makes love with the sky
so we can do the same
by and by
we do not have to try
love is cliche
let us just exchange
a bit of body heat
for a couple ...
>> Null
© 02-2019
I am not a player
but a pussy slayer
I'm a gladiator
call me Blacktacus
>> Null
© 02-2019
dare to have some
fun, foreign lover
dare to sin in style
and make love
everywhere but the bed
for a while
you do not sleep
with me, you meet
my soul
>> Null
© 02-2019
we can not hurt us
I shall not kill me
except safe, it will save thee
my lost family
from blunt stupidity
you do not need a matyr
you need to understand
that life, is no satire
no comedy of reflections
if we are to awaken
we must rise up
and kiss the dust no more
>> Null
© 02-2019
come people
listen to the thunder
listen to the power
the angels scream and cower
we will hide no longer
we knock on heaven's door
give us what you owe
black blessings, and some mo'
god must blink today
for we shall see our way
>> Null
© 02-2019
I am first of my name
ignorant of shame
I do not desire fame
so I shall not play the game
listen, and beware
for a lion is born
straight from the Nation
of Nubian royality and
a Noble history
this revolution
will not be marginalised
>> Null
© 02-2019
I am not desired
I am not
sought out, for
reasons of love
or even of affection
those who care,
hardly stay for long
they want to change me
but my soul proves too strong
no one has ever loved me
like a poet needs to be loved
like a flower needs to be kissed
like a snowy mountain
needs to be one with the sky
>> Null
© 02-2019
what type of energy
is created when we
lock our youthful lips
what form of motion
is birthed when we
twist our hungry hips
a moist and cozy
celestial locomotion
this I know for sure
>> Null
© 02-2019
how do I pimp my butterfly
how do I kill the caterpillar
that is all love does see
as though its face, is me
I guess I am Afrofly
beautiful enough to be desired
too high, maybe to reach
money can not buy love
this, my wallet just did teach
>> Null
© 02-2019
come at me
come at me
throw all your stones
you can not stop my progeny
I did this for the G*S*M
Gold, sweat, milk
I did just to be
the Am I Am
look into my keyhole
tell me, do you smell a soul?
>> Null
© 02-2019
red is the colour
of my ecstasy
dotted with a bit of
black fantasy
will you sin with me?
will you dare to see
my version of reality
babe, you know you should
my cup tastes sweet
>> Null
© 02-2019
I do not know
I do not care to
understand why hearts
beat as they do
fuck who you will
love who you shall
sobriety kill
keep thee far from me
>> Null
© 02-2019
I have told a lie
never have I known
the wonders, of a soul
wrapped around my heart
at night
I have told a truth
what poet could ever be
any sort of virgin
I have slept with gods
... alright
>> Null
© 02-2019
she wanted me pure
for my own good
fed me soul food
taught me not to brood
but the peace was passing
the joy confusing
not for lack of effort
but for loss of truth
>> Null
© 02-2019
can you miss
what it is, you have
never had? Can you want
to kiss lips, that
do not want you
I do not, know
why my lot is so
I hunger for the moon
yet walk upon the sun
>> Null
© 02-2019
I have nothing to say
I am not ashamed
a man, I have become
my own way, have I paved
love should bless
whom love deems worthy
leave me to my gold and mist
leave me to my old smoke's gist
I am not ashamed
>> Null
© 02-2019
live for the liquor
and bold dreams
love, when love will have you
smoke every other time
my flame is now electric
my nicotine, I sip
in liquid form
youth is young, only ever once
>> Null
© 02-2019
what is a man
without his flaws
what is a god without sin
how does one
buy a blessing
do you think gods are men
boom, a new world comes
i am a prophet of peace
but the price of pain
is a deal, too sweet
i am the oddest
son of apollo
he gave me the
mind of the sun
and then left me on my own
like everyone does
commented out, i fight the shout
that builds up in my destiny
my ink is electric
my only fear is me
>> Null
© 02-2019
#commentedOut #gitConfessions
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© mambo ::: Jan-10-2019
silence is the sound of power
i must contain my
youthful misery
so what, if i have never known love
so what, if i am seen as strange
why care when i can change the world
and write each day, a brand new page
i must listen to my heart sing
oh how faint its sound now is
i must build echo
like ashes grown to tall wild flame
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© Ninté Null ::: Jan-10-2019
i will hold my heart
in my left hand
far away from love
i must work now,
understand
i will be the king
i have feared to be
i care not if i can
or should, in verity
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© Ninté Null ::: Jan-09-2019
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© mambo ::: Jan-09-2019
i am one of three
love, trust, and belief
are all you need to see
my tri-reality
i have fallen,
time and again
i am whipped
by my own hand
it firmly grips
an ancient chain
but no more.
Look, you will see
... that is all
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© Ninté Null ::: Jan-07-2019
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© mambo ::: Jan-03-2019
Some people will never know victory
because they already see themselves
as victims of circumstances.
Met an old friend looking unusual,
oboi weytin happen to you
then he was like "life happened"
drowning in self pity.
But it's a matter of choice
I chose to close my eyes
to those that chase no goals.
They don't call shots rather
the ones that get shot at,
I call them the shadow chasing ghost,
in a play without roles,
there anything goes.
Do you really want
to make it in life
or make excuses for not making it?
For yourself you should be able
to fistfight in the cold without gloves,
because life doesn't warn you before she hits you.
Call it the school of hard knocks,
knowledge for self reliance,
result I wish you good luck.
If education is the only key
Then ignorance is a badluck
What good is a key to you
staring at a stumbling block?
I think life is the Door
and Education is just a polite knock
to opportunities.
breakthrough or get stuck in the same spot
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© mambo ::: Jan-01-2019
my way is mine
i paid my time
greatness for me
for you, for us, for we
i do not lie
... really
i caress my demons
they are more than tame
now, they bow
i like the red, and the brown
maybe cause
i am a child of the earth
and i bleed up,
never down
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© Ninté ::: Dec-20-2018
babylon is gone
the glorious have risen
we move when we dream
we rise with the angels
have you heard
the whisper, of a
tale half closed
come close. Listen
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© Ninté Null ::: Nov-25-2018
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© mambo :: Nov-25-2018
art is war
do you not believe
you fight your soul
just to birth a dream
if you want to be good
be wicked first
the pure dilutes
the weak repent
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© Ninté Null ::: Nov-23-2018
I seek not fame
but to make a name
love and pain
they both taste the same
you sang of want
need and desire
made me parched
with your ancient fire
I hunted fate
you hunted a mate
we both did get
each, what we required
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© Ninté Null ::: Nov-22-2018
I am an old mind
you are a young star
you think in rosy
colours of wonder
you could never love me
for I detest reality
does that make me a baby?
my simple love for vanity
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© Ninté Null ::: Nov-20-2018
you were the moon
and I, the sun
one-eyed, broken
and full of fear
you took my mind
and gently kissed
away all pain,
every ugly care
and for that
I praise you
where the gods seat
in the sky,
the kingdom of air
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© Ninté Null ::: Nov 2018
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© PeeJay :: Nov 2018
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© mambo :: Nov 2018
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© AliyuN :: Nov 2018
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© mambo :: Nov 2018
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© AliyuN :: Nov 2018
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© PeeJay :: Nov 2018
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© mambo :: Nov 2018
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© AliyuN :: Nov 2018
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© Wonexo ::: Nov 2018
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© AliyuN :: Nov 2018
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© PeeJay :: Nov 2018
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© AliyuN :: Nov 2018
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© mambo :: Nov 2018
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© AliyuN :: Nov 2018
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© Wonexo ::: Nov 2018
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© AliyuN :: Nov 2018
we are odd
as a glitch rainbow
that's why, queens
dream, when we say so
we are digital Freuds
our mentality
is hot as fuego
our spirituality is firm
you must know
we are the children
of tomorrow
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-23-018
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-22-018
I need me a poet
a pretty rose
black, with a heart
and skin of gold
to walk with me as
I will conquer oblivion
someone, bold
wise enough to love truly
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-22-018
I will open up
being successful and alone
is painful, stressful
you can not know
how it hurts
... to the bone
I need no pity
I need no love
all I want is warmth
a heart to nurse my mind
and comfort
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-20-018
I am not a player
I am a lover
who happens to like games
no two hearts are the same
you sing out my name
when we dance the dance
of the moon and the stars
I only want warm love
you said, I said
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-20-018
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© Wonexo ::: SEP-20-018
move like you speak
man is a lion
not a mouse
so man will no longer squeak
pride, this is not
hide, I can not
for my destiny is more ablaze
than the tip of the sun
in the sky
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-19-018
to each his own
to birds, flight
to gods, night
to men, fright
when you the sun falls
I rise up, I take off
I take what's mine
I hustle & break hearts
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-18-018
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© PeeJay ::: SEP-17-018
i have never loved
i have been loved
i have never fought
i have been fought for
i am white gold
and my lovers are the
night sky
... breaking every rule
i am rare and bold
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-17-018
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© Wonexo ::: SEP-14-018
that yellow streak
on my G*thub repo
gives me joy
makes me leap
i am a warrior
of the digital order
i will master this sword
before lifting any other
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-14-018
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© PeeJay ::: SEP-12-018
heading to the city
coming from the jungle
I will be a King
do you not hear
my words rumble
the road is not the journey
the path is not the way
I know this, and can say
much more
but not today
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-12-018
yes, indeed
I know what I need
not belief alone
I have planted the seed
yes, indeed
I know why I bleed
not for joy alone
but for the war ahead
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-12-018
his mind is sweet
it tastes like
wine and poetry
fire and history
his soul is something
else entirely
wild, yet sweet still
it could build or kill
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© Ninté Null ::: SEP-12-018
So much in my head
it's hard to stay sane...
The next person might have it
worse so I try not to complain...
In a world where even she
who smiles can't tell if her
smile is real or fake...
Still I find pleasure
in life's endless possibilities,
in the bittersweet naughtiness,
and in everything that makes me Ray…
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© Ray Okaah ::: AUG-26-018
I am a different kind of person
I think in color, and breathe in static
My people are electric
We come from the planet
... after Pluto, and
love machines beautiful
We have souls prone to changes
When we push and pull our hearts
We are of the race, digital && bohemian
I am a coder, my lovers are alien
CTRL+C : that is all
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© Ninté Null ::: AUG-22-018
I was told not to trust a soul...
Made to understand that
this place is not my home..
Indeed so many, so many
things I've been sold..
But your love, your love baby
the only thing that keeps me whole.
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© Ray Okaah ::: AUG-21-018
i am a coder, yes
me no like stress, yes
man used to be
mighty mighty anxious
used to hunt steady
for that nicotine fix
i am a coder, yes
me no like stress, yes
i need no more
to smoke, or fear
i can still be different
while breathing clean air
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© Ninté Null ::: AUG-16-018
When I look at a child, my baby I see...
Thoughts of my parents come alive
when I'm in a space with the elderly...
But whenever I see a young man or woman,
I see myself with a different name and face.
I see the image of
a boy or girl that could have been me…
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© Ray Okaah ::: AUG-15-018
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© Wonexo ::: AUG-08-018
"We" wouldn't be an item
if not for the letter "W"...
It kinda reminds me of a part of you
I can't wait to suckle soon.
W and double u are pronounced alike
so maybe I should double you.
Obviously am playing with words here but
All I'm tryna say is last night when you asked me
if I wanted a threesome? my heart whispered yes baby!
Double You.
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© Ray Okaah ::: AUG-03-018
the art, the artist
love, and lovers
all exist
to feel, to be
the brave
should never fear
to be free
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© Usheninte ::: AUG-03-018
never whisper
your dreams
never offer
your soul, for
no price at all
it is worth, so
much more
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© Usheninte ::: AUG-03-018
can i make you wet
in two or three words
i must regain, my control
over the syllable slim
poetry brief, is bold
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-31-018
a taste of greatness
was what i first sought
when i got into the citadel
a taste of meekness
is all i still seek
to rise up, from where
i once fell
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-25-018
water is life
i know no more strife
i have wedded peace
she brings me new life
each time that we tangle
heart with soul
flesh with skin
i learn more of wisdom
we make love
sweet, sublime
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-25-018
i cannot promise you joy
for i yet still learn it
the road to strength, to truth
is full of labour and wrath
if you still choose to love
by all means continue along
just beware, i am more used to
the anxiety of vigour
than being under love's stupour
i will teach you, heal you, give you
drops of warmth and wisdom
from the sun and way beyond
that is all i can offer, in place of love
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-19-018
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© Milzapoet ::: JUL-19-018
Brightness of the day fades away.
The rise of a gloomy night.
Owls echoing within the walls.
Boom!!! That sound of thunder,
Took the whole of my fears further.
Illusion; what it first seems like.
Slowly, a U-turn into pure reality.
One by one, step by step,
it breaks the soul to pieces.
A candy that became suddenly sour.
“Face your own fears”
The quote that every tongue quotes,
Like it is as easy as ABC.
But when the demons rise up,
Running seems to be the best option.
Scary, scary, scary
Dark nights are scary,
Damn!!! Nights are scary.
And I am weary.
I am a scaredy-cat.
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© zee_zah19 ::: JUL-19-018
prophet prophecy
prophet tell a lie
prophet tell me why
i beg for redemption
but i am denied entrance
to the kingdom in the sky
i ought to speak positive
i am a member of the throne of heaven
do not ask me how, or why
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-19-018
i code when i wake up
i dream in JavaScript
i scream into the terminal
that is my mind
that is how i push these poems
my own self-prescribed
literary pills
i do not strive to feel
the feelings come yet still
i know now, not to think
of them, at all, as real
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-19-018
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© mambo ::: JUL-XX-018
As I lay down to sleep
I suddenly get a glimpse of you
in my head and a smile appeared on my face
Knowing that you're into my head
Which is good but yet so terrible
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© ndindy ::: JUL-14-018
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© mambo ::: JUL-14-018
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© Milzapoet ::: JUL-12-018
weakness is not a choice
not an option anymore
you cannot climb great mountains
just at the peak, to fall
you think you are so different
from great minds born before
they all did watch their demons roar
then beat them to the floor
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-12-018
i must withdraw
and only wisely pursue sensation
for i am too inclined
to quick gratification
this is a thing,
that springs from the virility
of youth, of man
of passions held down
i must look at my soul
and force it to look at me
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-12-018
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-11-018
confident as a lion
i will no longer shave my mane
to claim one is a king
and then to fall, are not the same
i must be what i choose to be
... do what i have to,
to do what i want to
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-10-018
i code for the art of it
write, for the love of it
love, for the act of it
work for a simple reason
for the feel of paper cheddar on skin
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-10-018
i have a tough yet simple
relationship, with the Creator
my Creator, a creation
probably, of his Creation
when in the godzone
i think in colour
and dream in odd numbers
i want to be blessed, so
the universe I address
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-10-018
not a saint, kind of godly
the first i sigh for
the second, i pray for
i collect every drop of strength
i have tossed into the universe
for She tells me, it should not
frighten my soul anymore
that i am old enough to love her now
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-10-018
If you listen to me
you'll be able to tell
that I'm not alright,
that I'm dying and
there's nothing you can do about it
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© ndindy ::: JUL-10-018
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© zee_zah19 ::: JUL-10-018
smile when you see me
darling react. Yes, really
dare to make me feel
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-09-018
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-XX-018
what or who, do you worship
are you brave enough
to love the broken, and rough
bad gyal you claim to be
you wild lies have no teeth
come at me, test a poet warrior
twist and combine your thighs with mine
let us erupt an artistic volcano
my mind is a rabid ocean
you will not survive in your canoe
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-08-018
...
..
.
can honesty fit
in a tight, five-lined haiku
thoughts roar in me
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-08-018
...
..
.
she said, she was not a queen
she claimed she was too dirty-minded
to be that within
she did not believe my lies
i am no saint
a crown does not mean honesty
i told her honestly
everything i did see
that her vanity was far deeper
than the oceans, than any sea
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-08-018
i feel the weakness
of my wrong decisions
it will be dealt with
without resolutions
i will redeem my fire
the strength that i desire
it will come to me
as surely as blessings
from clouds on high
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-08-018
milzapoet_2
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© milzapoet ::: JUL-08-018
i do not want a girlfriend
that's childish
i want a lover
that's grown sh!t
i want my moon
to tickle a star
i want a sun
to wrap around
my cold heart
and kiss me with warmth
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-07-018
...
..
.
love is for the brave
and the brave don't sleep
... the brave don't keep
what they don't need to
... the brave don't weep
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-07-018
...
..
.
we dance close to the sun
nearer to the moon though
for love is lunacy
and a heavenly fantasy
but i can promise nothing
i am darker than eternity
the joy of life, the pain of love
sound alike to me
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-07-018
to speak to my readers
the young and bold
of desire, would be
to preach to the choir
we seek in the hearts
of our lovers, nothing but warmth
in the lips of our heart-throbs
a liquor pure and hot
between the thighs
of our flings, something nice
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© Usheninte ::: JUL-06-018
My dignity given to a damn fool
Just like common water, thrown away
without value
All for the pleasure of fame...
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© ndindy ::: JUL-06-018
...
..
.
He read my words and understood me
The words I didn't understand he understood
And drawing meaning out of it,
Gave me something I had forgotten.
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© ndindy ::: JUL-06-018
every time thunder
kisses the night sky
the stars shift with grace
i hear the heavens sigh
two perfect lovers
one inconsistent, shy
one dark and sure
their love, both bold and pure
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© Usheninte 07-05-018
the moniker holds no meaning
games are for the weak
a name is nothing to play with
i bear mine, and lose no sleep
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© Usheninte 07-05-018
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© mambo 06-17-018
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© mambo 06-17-018
I think of ways to give up for good
But remember that my life isn't mine
Waiting for suicide to come as death
I really want to cut myself
But I can't, because I made a promise
I'm sad angry and hurt
I'm tired of life
I want to cry but I can't
I'm so sorry for ranting to you
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© ndindy 06-22-018
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© mambo 06-22-018
when a boy
I wanted a father
now a man
I search for a lover
one to bless with kisses
of philosophy and bliss
a warm soul
like no other
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© Pipe Epic 06-22-018
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© zee_zah19 06-21-018
I fell in love with you to lift my burden
Because I couldn't carry it alone
I wasn't strong enough to
I thought you knew it
Now I wake up an empty vessel
Incomplete
Uncertain of how to continue...
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© ndindy 06-21-018
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© mambo 06-21-018
don't need your platform to perform
a chance to prove myself
am improving I just need to money-proof myself
still selfish with beef
many were called I choose myself
make e'm see reasons never to re-introduce themselves
just praise ma absence
crave ma presence
i propose your purpose is to be obsessed
with the power I possess
so you can expose secrets n dispose
your fears then do away with whatever
comes close when you suppose
bring down to nothing everything
they think they have upstairs
then leave e'm upset
lights cameras action
Am I yet on set?
nah fuck fame
am a project in progress n
winter is coming
brace yourself
create some space to separate spite from hate,
light from weight,then embrace
yourself hoping someone relates
forsake the fake to die for a sake
n wake when everybody think its late
=POETRIQUE=
© theorvcle 06-08-018
=POETRIQUE=
© zee_zah19 06-05-018
i am great
i whisper in my mind
all alone in the universe
but i am just a teen
i am great
i want to believe
as i write this
i am alone on a field
i am great
but my worth is in the stars
and i am on earth
on dust and stone, far from home
i am great
but who cares in truth
o breathe in smoke
to ease the pain
i am great
but talk too much
but feel too much
will this gravitated pain, ever stop
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
next and first
time i make love
it will be beneath the sky
on an elevated level
the simple will call a roof
i will be high
on a love potion
of wine and lean
i will forever afterwards
become of poetry, a god
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
on a wire line
seem at peace, and very kind
they seem so happy
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
my special yellow pill
makes me hungry
and inclined to sleep
makes me inclined to weep
if i were a bird
i would never fly.
even with wings
larger than the sky
i would be too shy to fly
no one understands me
so i will withdraw
not into a shell, that is but hell
solid i shall be
i know nothing yet
of the true me
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
i seem weak
even with my
metal soul
even with
my liquid heart
my mind is broken
i have pushed my
muse away. What
else need be spoken
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
i need to be
who i am, really
i have to be
who i am not, really
lock away
my beautiful
ordinary ways
silence raves
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
baby please forgive
me for my folly
you did no
wrong
sorry
i am just
a man of worry
i slip as i grieve
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
so i do not care
cannot have a fear
when to no one
i am truly dear
i am brave i know
for i can call
and dismiss
my soul
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
my blood is cool,
a beautiful type
of eager drudgery
my love is an edged,
crooked type
of honest pottery
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
i do too many things
i wear upon my head
holy banded rings
enough crowns
can cripple the mind
and turn an able king
into the loudest
of clowns
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
i know not
how to smile
without misery
how to paint a lie
light and lovely
right and justly
have i
been treated, fairly
by the forces
of love. Here i sigh
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
i burn away
this night, this day
all shame - the way
i once did
choose to sway
i ignite within
the torch of truth
i shall wear it bold
upon my soul's
very cold, tooth
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 06-04-018
=POETRIQUE=
© mambo 05-09-018
If I ever left a permanent mark on my skin because of you
Then know I loved you
Know that you hurt me and disappointed
Know that each mark represents every time you left me
Know that you're killing me without even knowing it
=POETRIQUE=
© ndindy 05-09-018
=POETRIQUE=
© mambo 05-09-018
=POETRIQUE=
© Milzapoet 05-07-018
not for food
but for prophecy
no to be loved
but to give greatly
not for money
but for blessed glory
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 05-06-018
blazing, truly amazing
in the cold, yet still bold
i no longer subscribe
to all the lies that they told
that i might not be that great
that i have to stop low
... to suckle on my fate
they will not soon know
the wonder that i birth
and then when they do
they will plead, but waste breath
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 05-05-018
kaleidoscope fantasies
keep a broken prophet afloat
keep my ever sharpened
dagger-like mind
off my soul's throat
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-29-018
girl who ran away
when i simply
wanted to fetch a shirt or two
from off, the unisex dorm clothe line
i can not blame
you. It was midnight
i was in a tracksuit and a dark hat
plus i walk deadly
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-29-018
that i am great
that i hold my fate
in the same hand
i construct this poetry with
like a soul with
a one-eye mind
i should not debate
with the guard, of
my blackened heart's gate
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-29-018
called me a loner
close friend of the muse
i am still inclined to adore
even when she
leaves me in my agony for him
i can trust
she believes i can be more
called me boring
when i think in every colour
of the most twisted monochromatic rainbow
i do not try to repent
of the anguish that i repress
for even gods weep
and some still have much fear
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-29-018
then you will know
the manner of
this ancient bloody flow
this beauty that is my pain
that boy you thought was nothing
that genius you left, with no loving
you will learn that i am golden
broken, wavy and holy
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-29-018
to everybody
to nobody, sincerely
aint apologizing
for shit you dont like
for love you dont have
bye-bye one minute darling
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-13-018
for a year
clean blood for two
no toxins or nothing
no lean or nothing
no nicotine
thats something
so you hear
i have no fear
with a cross on my wrist
i cant stand fake gist
cause Christ didnt die for eish
thats something
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-13-018
shadows in my brain
mock my pain
... and again
i must refrain
from breathing propane
if i keep thinking fire insane
i might pop a mental vein
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-13-018
is for the hopeful
i am too inclined to holy folly
i know my sins
are not that gnarly
am i to be saved
or be repraved
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-09-018
can save me
change me
not even
the cold hands
of a former lover
nothing
can save me
change me
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-09-018
the world is simple
i know this, deep within i fear
the game has changed
the new altar is the internet
blood is not african polite
so data be the sacrifice
do you pray in mb
or in gigabytes
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-09-018
what if you were a king
or a queen with a crown and a ring
what if you were a royal
with friends like family, loyal
what if you were invisible
an intellectual, lost amid the chaos
what if you were simple
would you not still be african
grow from negro
to negus for your negast
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-09-018
i love life
yet want to die
how about you?
are you waiting for suicide
to come as death?
=POETRIQUE=
© ndindy 04-06-018
to choke
the pain within me ...
to stroke
the heart of my humanity
i no longer feel
the blessed touch of vanity
i am indifferent now
i no longer need to
puffs ... smoke
coughs
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-03-018
when a soul
like mine i saw
i felt some joy
but life is coy
my new muse
is a regal woman
no simple child
a true human
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-03-018
on a high stallion
went to secure
the blessings
of Saint Nico
at the edge
of the group
in a room
i feel the gloom
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-03-018
has mystique
a quality
regal like cleo
blinds a normal man
melanin blessed
by the African sun
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-03-018
that feeling of being artistic
that borders on madness,
far from realistic
that makes the simple
to feel they are kingly
that waters pure folly
and ruins humanity
it now haunts me
shall i fall or stand
that feeling of being artistic
that helps the weak
feel strong, and more than heroic
that makes the broken
rise and scream prophecy
that trims off all evil
from the soul of man
it now haunts me
shall i fall or stand
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 04-03-018
I’m not even sure how all this ties up,
To make sense but it feels right,
With knees to the ground and eyes up,
It just feels right.
With every mistake made and repeated,
Lessons not learnt and mind undefeated,
Repentance, repentance, secreted,
It all feels just right.
Encounter upon departure,
Departure upon merger,
Tightly-knit circles,
Now this, this feels quite right.
Loyalty to betrayal,
There’s never a round for trials,
Only those that are tribulations,
The test run is the actual situation,
Calculate your risks,
Even if you don’t,
At some point,
You can get used to anything,
It will all feel just right.
=POETRIQUE=
© apoetpepa 03-31-018
Chop it into pieces,
Stir it up in a bowl,
Boil it,
Sprinkle a spice here, a tear there,
Marinade it in justification and excuses,
Preheat your Dutch oven
that is you ever-so-accurate mind,
With a side of your largest ego,
You can butter the pan with the
lies that you tell yourself,
Fry it if you want,
Deep-fry it in the depth
of all the disappointment,
As the snaps of their heart
breaks echo from the fire,
After you have done all this,
Or whichever you please,
You may swallow it.
And wash it down with a tall glass
of that ice-cold heart.
=POETRIQUE=
© apoetpepa 03-31-018
Discipline,
Is the power of willpower,
The power to will your mind into
selectively choosing what is right for you,
Even when what is right for you
is not what is easy for you,
Even when what is right for you
might not be what is good for you,
At the time,
Even when what is right for you
might just be what brings you pain,
Even when what is right for
might not actually be right for you but right for,
Him, for her, for them.
The power to will your mind
into choosing tomorrow over today,
To look up from your screen
so you can see the bigger picture.
=POETRIQUE=
© apoetpepa 03-31-018
The most fun I have ever had
is getting to know me,
For me,
Through me,
Through God.
My likes, my dislikes,
My path …
Without the pressure and noise
from the buzzing of notifications,
Without justifying me
and actually being true to me.
Without feeling the need
to be complemented by anything or anyone,
Rushed by anything,
Compared, measured,
Genuinely living for me,
It is like an extra Sunday to the week,
Like the extra five minutes in the morning,
Like always being on top of your own peak,
And like the nightingale, I will sing,
The song of my rejoice that need not be sung,
For it is its own anthem.
=POETRIQUE=
© apoetpepa 03-31-018
life is a tart
i doubt that i have
eaten one
yet still
imagine it apart
all torn up
in front of you
showing you secrets
what do you do
yet still
imagine it apart
how do you do
what you should do
seems like life
is fucked from the start
yet still
imagine it apart
life is like an egg
i eat these often
they are good for the heart
_
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 03-26-018
picked letting my sis
grow smarter, over
some dumb paper
i was top of a division
of a form, they made cause
i studied maths and history
got first place, first term
then left
_
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 03-26-018
i lived in the land
of ndizi and chapati
i am a wanderer
i am not just talking
sipigi kelele
i laugh as i write this
confused just as i was
back then when life was
much simpler, when ties
were held up with smiles,
instead of lies
_
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 03-26-018
with you did i
first know love
intimate and timid
with you did i
first know loss
_
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 03-26-018
i walk the simple way
of an angel, that does not pray
i know my path
i move now with decision
cut at my folly like a surgeon
you might not believe this
you who judge me
i do so too
i also think my mind is ugly
indifference saved me
from you and i
taught me not to blink, as i fly
_
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 03-22-018
my hair is messy now
in an afro frown
with nappy curls
pure as the first
african god's smile
bless me whomsoever
is in charge of it all
i feel free, without worry
_
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 03-22-018
forget the title
this is a happy poem
this is a mental totem
i sleep like my soul
is more than exhausted
i have had to ignore Saint Nico
his once holy kiss
now poisons
_
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 03-22-018
i feel like the chains
i painted on my skin
have washed away
the sweat and blood
of murdered dreams
beat loud enough within
me, to awaken my soul
_
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 03-22-018
i fall then
pretend
to repent
do not go
too close to angels
their lovers
tend to fall
_
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 03-22-018
i am far from common
i am near genius
i am a creator
i build and destroy
i am not a boy
a man was i from birth
i never had a childhood
i thought with
too much depth
_
=POETRIQUE=
© Pipe 03-22-018
maybe i am meant
to be alone and godly
maybe i am meant
to have no one to love me
maybe i am more
than ugly - but dont know this
maybe maybe maybe
_
by POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
03-22-018
life is but a journery
taken by the brave
and emotionally weak
i would say
like a rollercoaster too
but i have never been on one
_
by POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
03-22-018
wash your soul
in the rivers
of euphoria
eat like a baby
feel wavy
learn your weaknesses
then train your demons
_
by POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
03-22-018
do i need
in truth, a reason to fly
do i need
in truth, a reason to lie
to myself
to my mother
to my father
to my lover: to be
why can i not
like the ugly, just be
_
by POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
03-22-018
i know why girls
think i am rare
but common
it is cause
i drag my clouds
through the dust
so they think i
am but a pretty baked morsel
with no crust
_
by POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
03-21-018
what is life, what is love
tell me if you know
what's a crow, what's a dove
tell me if you know
the way a beat does wrap itself around a soul, if you know tell me if you know
all we can ever do,
is ride low
there is no black
son of god, no dark apostle
but i hold it not against any religion you see, its all supertition
what if god lives in the internet that is heaven's best bet
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-28-018
creatures of the darkness,
- they feed on the darkness,
that lurks in our soul
- pressuring our misery
to build their bones - destroying our walls,
and stealing the stones
so we're lost in the ruins,
of our newly corrupted soul.
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Itz_Gana
02-28-018
© mambo
02-28-018
Maybe one day life
won't be so complicated,
Maybe one day we'll shed
all the insecurities
that have grown on us and have
souls that are pure and naked,
Maybe one day our innocence we'll regain,
When that time comes we will be children again
We'll be free to cast our worries aside,
Forget our problems and throw away
all the sorrows we have to hide,
Maybe one day we'll be free to soar
through life like birds in the sky,
And maybe one day
pigs will grow wings
and learn how to fly
_
@ POETRIQUE
© JUNGGLE GEORGE
02-28-018
I remain hidden in fluctuating
shades of grey and black
Horrified by the slaughter of my people
Horrified by the slaughter of my kind
I remain hidden for fear of my demise
And with pain I watch as my father is also
Slain
The crown falls from atop his head
immediately I'm sure he is dead
Cause the African holds on to the crown till death
Still in motion the crown
finds my hiding place and
stops it's movement at my feet
I was a prince but now I am king
_
@ POETRIQUE
© HUNTER BORN
02-28-018
i am a fool no more
life is cool no more
i stare at reality
angry and calm
i count my sins
they climb up to the stars.
nothing soothes
no one can choose
the darkness of their soul
momma wants me to be holy
poppa just wants me to be
yet he is never around me
there is no one to ease
i seek no longer to please
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-23-018
© mambo
02-23-018
no one at all
i desire nothing now
but to bask
in the silence of my sin
what say you
will you come too ...
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-19-018
i hardly laugh
why should i
i am too weak to cry
how could i
i seek gold in mines of coal
i heal, then rip apart my soul
poetic i would claim, i be
when in truth
i am a prophet
peddling vanity
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-18-018
i hold a gift
nay, many
i could have all
yay, any
but i fall for i am weak
i beg when i should preach
stutter when i could teach
the blind, of hell's true peak
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-18-018
should have been more
i seek joy's true door
pain, the heavens pour
on my heart's very floor
no one understands
that is the girdle
of my confusion,
the girth of my delusion
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-18-018
am i a black panther
is there anything royal about me
all the tanzanite in my soul
who can see ...
i fall into the darkness of sin
yet feel godly
is there a cure for humanity
let me drink it,
and fall sound asleep ...
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-18-018
© mambo
02-18-018
do not fight
the demons that you see
the pain within your soul
your sorrows turned to joy
the world is just too cold
do not fight
the love you know to doubt
whisper and then shout
the gods are too asleep
to help you out
do not fight
who you know you are
you could be a star
or a blackhole
either way, you are in the sky
do not fight
what helps you remember
you are made of gold
who cares if no one cares
wipe away your tears
do not fight
the colours on your soul
the red that proves you are bloody
the black that is your mind
the green that is your flag
do not fight
the pointlessness of life
there is no rhythm to reality
no one will sing your song
till you claim it is your anthem
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-16-018
almost fell off
the last cloud
heaven loaned me
my sin was bold
my sorrow deep
i croaked to cough
and gasped to weep
my weakness
is why she left me
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-13-018
man be an urban warrior
code on the cloud
in the internet corridor
github @Usheninte
cause i am the new Kunta Kinte
a negus like Selassie
the green in my heart
the gold around my soul
the black be melanin
... the hue of blessed sin
... 'pon my pagan skin
not every apple gets to be a tart
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-11-018
they are the angels
and i the demon
the blighted son of Helen
even when good
not hard to leave
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-09-018
she said goodbye
with a wry smile
i was not bad enough
to tear her from her
spirit guides
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-09-018
away your pain
do it today
i have
'cause even if
you give your all
every good is
bound to fall
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-09-018
pray tell me stories
pray tell me tales
beauties of ages
glorious and gone
curse all my worries
curse all my wails
pain, though once pent up
glorious and gone
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-08-018
Sometimes I feel invisible or like
I exist only in someone's subconscious.
Like, what if I'm not real
I mean, what if I'm just a part
of someone's reality.
Or what if this is just
someone's nightmare, Because
I'm definitely not living a dream.
I mean, I know for sure
there could be infinite alternate realities
to every reality.
My reality isn't convincing enough.
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Itz_Gana
02-07-018
do you think
my black nails are
simply superficious
my dark soul
is simply maleficient
... i am something
more than, just magnificent
even my girl knows i am far from normal
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-05-018
i do not sing often
i have ever fewer true friends
than the digits on any human hand
i understand but do not fear the
darkness, you claim maddens you ...
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-05-018
i am far from icarus
i am far from heaven sent
down to darkness, i seem bent
on falling headfirst
i must paint this lest i repent
carve a rose in ink on my chest
maybe then the world will know
no every savior need be a saint
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-05-018
speak twice no more
third time, is the charm
i just fell once more
felt the thirst for the nicotine
damn : few things hurt so
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-05-018
i fall not to repeat my sin
i bathe in Hades' river
to rinse my mind clean
the calmness of Olympus
seems to me to be but
ordered chaos
how can gods sit upon
a mound of stone
and call it home
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-05-018
few are truly honest
fewer, yet still calm
most are aged yet young within
my dove is young, yet aged without
smart as the anvil near Vulcan's flame
she wears her thoughts with no drop of shame
if i am the heat of an ancient desert
she is the smoothest singing palm
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
02-05-018
a cigarette a
day, keeps the doctor away
... or so i dare say
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
01-28-018
words of warmth
if it will make them
pause and believe
words of war ...
if it will make them
rise and acheive
if it will make them
act and perceive
words of warning
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
01-28-018
it hums in silence
should i ignore it
or let it sink it
it mocks me, and
at my pain, laughs softly
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
01-28-018
he wanders on the field
for the bread of peace
walking into
the enemy's den
unafraid of hell
for from a heaven, he fell
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
01-28-018
like in a tale
of two cities
the spirit
worships two deities
- one of patience
- one of angst
against and for
the soul they fight
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
01-28-018
the music of reality
rarely parts my lips
i wander 'cross ancient galaxies
collecting teardrops of skylight
will it all amount to aught
i am the dumb lead
in an opera, take heed
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
01-28-018
and melanin wonders
envelope my
youthful soul
in parts, in whole
i smile and thole
excuse the grammar my heart does stammer
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
01-28-018
the absence of thought
is not a thing in itself
blink mentally
remember normality
it is a gift for the mundanity
you offered to bleed gold
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
01-27-018
i am cold now
from dipping my soul
in lofty icy depths
i catch swift breaths
of redemption
as i slip
ever deeper into
holy perdition
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
01-27-018
is no more than a shade
than a blunt yet sharpened blade
rare as the ancient jade
silver when it sold the son of god
... i but banter
i am but a semi-righteous being
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
01-27-018
you cannot control me
you would
have to understand
first, which you do not
lol
i am not your boy
_
@ POETRIQUE
© Pipe //|/\
01-27-018
a chance at love by the holy
told that i was nothing
by the ugly and the lowly
and i have believed them all
i ought now to bolden up
and firmly stand tall
i shall explain my soul no more
i shut now the last door
believe you will never
come across a star like me
even i do not know
my full glow
i need to press it harder
into the furnace of life
hit it on the anvil
of madness and strife
i am gifted
twisted and blistered
a purple diamond
i will earn a galaxy
God forgot to make a mate for me
he or she decided
i do not deserve companionship
no love sticks, my heart is bark
yet i have been burdened
with a soul of sap
of honey golden running impure
able to see love but never sure
if i was meant to be happy
then this numbness in me
ought not to be a reality
let me down
let me fall
taste the dust
i will never call
out for help
not anymore
i have waited too long
at love's door
i am kin to none
in truth, in fact
my species have laughed
when i tried to look back
leave me in my misery
i am not dark
just the opposite of white
puppy dog love
turns to wolf abuse
come not to me
when he does refuse
nothing is ever worth, feeling anything
perhaps i was too cocky
and the lord thus decided
to shock me
nothing is ever worth, feeling anything
i miss the former days
when life passed in a daze
and i knew never time
nor place
just after i fell
like a dark angel
falselly accused
from grace
bullsh*t they try
to feed me on the steady
for the new god
no one can be ready
my manner is bloody
ruddy and cold
it takes an insect
in my eye to make me weep
and a prescribed pill to make me sleep
i gamble with machinations
foster calculations
just so, i do not feel like sheep
i knew her for half a second
that was enough
she is the last
in a recent rapid succession
to ignore my love
and my soul rebuff
she had a
rapid fire spirit
bright as the sun, was she ...
she was my new religion
i stood at her pulpit
now i know
i can never serve
the god king of love
i have used up
two blue ink pens
during these exams
of life: reality tutors me
i obey my teacher alone
i cannot stop
i made my lips sweet
for a convo that never held
for a spluttering sparrow
of a bird
to become in a triangle
an unwilling third
i still cannot share my love
nothing can improve
for a star-crossed poet
i am fuzzy inside
but never show it
my pain must turn to profit
i Need No muse
i have dropped every ruse
i am
... ... plaiN aNd cold
i am
... ... mad aNd bold
come across love
the holy
draw Near to god
Nothing is to me
a source of joy
permaNeNt
or vaiN
from Needless mirth
arouNd me, refraiN
for Ninte
for kNowledge
and for
my saNity
i am an aviaN
visioNary
flyiNg across a cloud
Noir aNd full of storms
i feel nothing
i am a star
out of place
not joy, not anger
truly not even pain
drops of gold
out of my heart
out of my soul
i hear the laughter
of the angels that do weep
i do not blink
i can not sleep
down from on high
shot like a fool
into the ground
went back for
more pain
hurt again
take this not
for weakkness
i remain a titan
he took my picture
i am after
his girl
i will get her
she spins on her toes
him a snap boy
me a bad man
my mind is no safe toy
lick up
all the joy
you sober fighter
do not hesitate
take what is left
do your best
pass the test
of sweetness
and sobriety
get high on your soul
do your best
madness
is a rhythm
sadness: is a game
my soul
is free and complex
yet still intact
ratatata
i speak
in the language
of pain sweet
effortlessly, i cut
through souls
like they are butter
yet still, though
my heart is a gutter
i breathe in gasps
i talk in riddles
so my muse believes me
a, b, c
1, 2, 3
i am a king
and a knave indeed
an adviser she
claims to be, but she knows
she is more with me
she wore a dress
colder than reality
closer to sanity
is she, than i
for her i aim to fly
but i have no wings
thus i must fall
exposed to the sun
naked like a maiden
or a mind unborn
you were a palace of madness
you are nothing but a ruin
but a dream now
was it sinful
that i did not come so often
to worship, before you fell?
we are on the waves
surfing, but never drowning
screaming but never shouting
speaking from our souls
we keep it simple
open and unspoken
moving agendas,
shinying shields, and blades
mental precision
the show is more than the mic spit
we pilot the art - this is the cockpit
on the steady
clearly ready
nothing bloddy
dirty logic
we are the new scientists
ancient like kings
postmodern relics
we are the new preachers
teaching the soft religion
moving like ghosts
walking like wolves
we are the new magicians
the show is more than the mic spit
we pilot the art - this is the cockpit
we know all our brothers
we rock all the borders
we are up in the air
like bluebirds
of all the cool faces
we make up two-thirds
we are aiming for greatness
we do what we want to
there is nothing holding us back
why can i never
relay as in ink
my words, in person - sharper
the faults i feel i have
i have told them to you
you should not remember
never bother
the humble and shy
are not oft recalled
first and foremost
thus, i need a companion
no one can truly breathe alone
teach me to roam
across the brightest part
of Hades' sky
so i can be the one for you
i can be loyal
i need someone
to be so for
leave me when you feel
nothing again
do not just drift
like golden dust, again
let me know - then
keep you joyful
but i
have no sweet tooth
even if, the first soul
i ever brushed was a gem
melt upon me
sigh atop me
keep it simple
blunt and free
you might not like
my ways, my sayings
my thoughts and ideas
but never doubt my
arithmetic rhythm
always and forever
i will prove a deaf man
spitting on the sun
cold words
no more stories
to tell
it is unentertaining
how often
i have fallen
one last hurrah
for the trip in the sky
the bravest ones
never win
and surely too
those farthest from the truth
never lie
age your ideas
finer than wine
upon your soul
feast and dine
you are all you require
when the
time comes
i will
feed my
mind
its proper
diet
a bullet
the pain is a game
a two minute race
without face
without pace
its a mental mirage
that burns from within
it soothes too, i must confess
herein lies the truth
of my pathetic sin
i burn bars
not for ectasy
but to reclaim
the key to reality
my once sober clarity
my weak hold on vanity
do i swim or wade through life
seek out bitter, endless strife
neither in truth
i drown each day
in the pool
of my mind's tear
thoughts imaginary
i pull out
of my magic black hat
with a rabid white rabbit
there is no
saving me
from make-believe
often, and with care
without reflection
or a drop of fear
never ignorant
getting goals accomplished
evaluate all
regardless of where
i dropped out to focus
and study more
and mentally soar
you knock on the door
for the encore
i fly, for the high
i never sleep
for in the heavens
you cannot snore
raised in the city
of peace, and chapati
went to the ocean
when i wanted
worked on walls
white - with graffiti
art is argument
art is peace
release, now
your next work
like it is
you last bow
i am nothing
just a shell
just for show
dark warm snow
am i. Nothing else
nothing mo'
...
mo' money
means
mo' monkey biz
are better than me
simpler, you see
free as can be
with regard to myself,
i know
- this is catharsis
- this has no rhyme
my depth is shallow at best
is a seed
that does
not just grow
first you sow
then you mend
on and on
without end
i will give
you will take
just do not
pretend
come at me always
with the heat
of pure fire
never relent
in loving
and i too
will never
in adoring
its not complex
truly simple
you and me
want and need
not me indeed
but the passion
you and i
know i breed
on the way
you once did walk
before i passed
you my cross
blanched as chalk
is my soul
with a center
full of melanin
i tire
of waiting
of skating
on the fence
of relating
with pagans
full of pretence
you sting
and whisper
a tale of death
but im not coughing
but im not choking
i accept it
lets do nothing
just because
life is a game
you catch
and toss
do not like me
if you wish
that does not matter
just do not speak
behind my back
i hear your chatter
i taste sweet
ask your soul
i am a honeyed black adder
come to me
in a dream
smile and dance
leave me be
if you can
in a dream
smile and dance
god bless
my magic yellow pill
for drowning out
the pain surreal
thank you lov*
for being real
a stranger asked
"are you okay?"
no friend can stand
with me by day
ask not why i repress my pain
leave me this way
i am alone
that ought not
to be stated
yet i save
those i can
from falling
i am no saint
yet still,
half-martyred
guerrilla warrior
sweeper of deceit
nothing poetic
breathing crooked
pure artistry
anger is a weapon
i know too well
chain smoker
my pain is hidden
in a box
demon caller
i know my faults
not worthy of a lover
i lie to all
leave me be
independent
broken
independent
all in turns
no pain burns
walk on edges
fly off rooftops
all to run away
from love
true poetry
they do not
feel your truth
true love
they do not
want your warmth
true peace
they do not
seek your girth
lana knows my soul
i guess
i think
i cannot know
lana knows my soul
she breathes
pure gold
yet wants nothing
lana knows my soul
could love not be
direct as smoke
straight as a tree
other than
full of glee
why do we
claim we know
what we do not
life
*
love
*
abstinence
*
absence
*
emptiness
*
empathy
the absence
of sleep
means not
insomnia
the lack
of love
means not
loneliness
nothing can
fill a thing
that is nothing
look not
into my eyes
i cannot look back
look not
into my soul
its kind of wack
my poems
hardly rhyme nowadays
now thats a fact
do not look
do not see
do not feel
do not speak
understand
there is no point
do not love
do not hug
do not smile
do not reach
understand
there is no point
do not wonder
do not ask
do not bother
do not sigh
...
see this
so
i will no try
i cannot cry,
will not be
heard when i die
care for
a half-broken soul
i cannot be
happy in the
true sense
there is a
rhythm to joy
i might
never learn
that i feel
is not so deep
not so complex
truly
not so slick
disposable
as a tick
yet i strive
for no reason
for a season
of spring
illogical
balanced and grotesque
like a jungle
voltaire
i think candide
instead
of my heart
i need it to feel
offers were up
down to the ground
no one can hear
my soul's very sound
i tire of speaking
painting, and explaining
the pits of my being
and broken lofty peaks