Friday, June 11, 2010

One last poem

I had the noose around my neck and was just about to choke it
When a phrase came to me and I didn't feel so hopeless
It wasn't just a gesture that you would hear out on the streets
It was 16 sacred words that did resonate in me
You chose the hardest path theres no arguing with that
now get it off our neck and get up off your back
Your gonna trudge the way
the path goes straight to hell
I won't give you shit but will just tell you this..
Your lips are endowed with a quality
that burns away the darkness and makes it how it outta be
Then the pain struck, it was too tough
I made it through it, it gave me new stuff
A pair of eyes with potential to seek
At that same moment my heart started to beat
And a strange strength, swept me off of my feet
showing me a brightness that may lighten my load
From the stories untold, old, Solomon's gold
Im not a child no more, Ive grown into maturity
through the limitless pain and the seas of uncertainty
don't know if this world is fit to nurture me
come to my house in this state of emergency
and bear me your burdens , Ill take them away that is certain

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