You can't survive through music only
Here I was thinking that is what I'm trying to do
And I'm not even half as good as my little sister Jayne
Her voice is flawless, when she sings the world stops
Her chords reach to the hands of time
I am sure they refered to this peculiar being
When they said "I heard angels sing"
The neighborhood stops
And elokshin it barely does
It's as if her voice clears clean the environment of clumsy noises
Only hers reigns
But here I am a struggling poet
Barely making anything of my life
Watching my dream outgrow me like an unwanted hedge
Yet still I believe in these words
As clumsy as they are
They will speak for me
To my daughter Nealah
To my granddaughters
To the next generation
Of Jokonia

I had a dream

Sometimes as poets
We get lost in
Aggression, Depression,
Situations,
                   Creation...

Sometimes as Poets
We get lost in the
Definition of oppresion,
Selection of
                   Emotion

Sometimes as Poets
We get lost in
Voice projection, Crucification,
                   Medication..

Sometimes as Poets
We get lost in
Imagination, Intention,
Intimidation
                  Hesitation..

Hesitate to Speak out
On the blood of our brothers and sisters
You spilled

Hesitate to Speak out
And ask for GOD's assistance
Cause as people we have failed...

Sometimes as Poets
We get lost in
Education, Discrimination,
                 Manipulation...

Manipulated to think
Poetry is nuisance
when its sense has been ****** out by the SYSTEM..
And made us SLAVES

Manipulated to think
We have the right to FREEDOM...


                                 AAAAAARE WE FREE???

No
     we not
                We are slaves


Slaves of
Time...
Money..
Colour..
Death..

Sometimes as Poets
We get lost in the
Fiction of our diction

An addiction to POETRY

Don't let them see the light they might be bright and Conqour us.......

I told her i just wanted to tell her my imaginations
You look like a girl who would listen
Do i take a sit?

a toddler's lips
have tasted a thousand stories
without judging

high, this chair
hie whose there
must be my shadows cause their not here
i fear
i lost my mind
these lights too bright
they shade light inside
um high....

Shoot one in the air.
Scare the birds away.

I look at her when she looks at fancy cars
And think i gatta make my dreams work
I look at her as she looks at old pictures of her parents in love
And i thought **** i gatta give a love like this
I look at her as she looks into the stars
As she conceals her scars within
I look at her shade a tear of days of crying
I look her tear herself apart
Cause the system hasn't been fair
The system has torn and torched her
Butched her dreams... And fed her fear
I look at her though from a different perspective
I see more woman in her smile
A strong big hearted being
With the ability to make the universe sing
String the thoughts of angels as they organise their colours to combine
I see fine art in. Its best form
And this all i see from a distance

We mostly float other people's boats
Rather than just snatching a leaf from their book
Brainwashed to think our ideas are chasing rainbows
When they are actually worth the salt

Prone to the darkness,guess
That's why my heart succumbed
To the shadow. I thought giving in was fated,yielding to the blackness was all
I needed to do!now its provin to be detrimental.
The destructive forces have become my warders. I curl up wth my hands tight around my stomach,tormented by the placebo effect.
Day & Night I feel my soul slowly escaping
from the cage that I once called my body
I like it though here
The deserted corners of fear street
Have become sweet home to me
Forged to accept these demons as cousins
I no longer fight it
Guess they were right
Familiarize yourself with the devils and the devil shall not scare u

i never even got to see your face
and you never gave me the chance to explain
that whatever you were looking for i had none
from behind you stabbed me
taking the life out of me just to score some

scrambled through my pockets
as i lay in my pool of blood
trying to reach for my daughter's locket
just to stare at it for the last time

you found no treasure on me
i was just a broken soul
trying to put life's pieces together
just a poor man

now a dead poor man lay at your feet
and you had no benefit
is you satisfied?

and she walked in and said
"um staying home these days"

We live to die
Right?
So life is
For death is
With no death
What would we live for?
Live for life...

I wrote her a poem
But she still left
Now these words of love
Are but salt to my heart

We are all newbies to today
noone before us has yet lived it.

i dedicated her a song
and i saw her eyes reflect joy
she smiled

i thought to myself
she deserves the whole playlist
cause one love song
does not describe the song her lips play in me

when the Queen sleeps.
the World goes quite.

Sometimes we tend to define some things in a whole lot of words
When only a few are needed
Like 'i love you'
Doesnt need further defination
Plain and simple to describe a feel thats not as plain and simple

I am Jae
I am a poet

If it's really you,
my heart has been longing for
and it's not mistaken like before,
Where else would I want to go?

a little more time ,
that's all we needed.

a little warm hug,
to feel safe at home.

Hate the feeling of declined poetry
As it lies aimlessly un understood
It still hold words worlds can not
Define

Poetry declined

Your presence
Is all I need....

one day I looked at people
I saw anger
expressions of frustration
as he pondered over the deeds of his son
how he had given his all
but he still turned out rebellious

one day I looked at people
I saw pain
she couldn't hide it away
memories of her little daughter
how she vanished into the cruelity of the world
how the world had used her,
abused her
mama's little girl

one day I looked at people
I saw guilt
people were guilty of oppressing
other people
people needed guidance
to be guided away from greed, hate  
he needed his father's guidance
if he were to be a better man

one day I looked at people
I saw deception
lies, people telling other people
fabricating, conneiving convinicing
dragging them away from the truth
Ruth, couldn't stop
she believed every story they told her
men's promises

one day I looked at people
I saw hope
I saw him fall in love
it scared me
it didn't stop him
he lost his soul in her eyes
he didn't care about her past
he scrapped her rust
forgot all the stories of harsh conditions
she had been through

one day I looked at people
I saw confusion
fear of the unknown
fear to take a leap of faith
cause she wasn't sure he would understand her
so she told herself
she couldn't let another soul into her heart
not again

one day I looked at people
I saw

poetry keeps me going
poetry keeps me going
poetry keeps me going..............

let him speak
let Augustus
Deceive us
Once more

for no truth
Lives on his tongue
His words sour with lies

but if you willing
I say "Let him speak"

Failure builds anger
And anger clouds judgement
Now the light is dim
Reason becomes slim
And you hate ....

Its hard not to fall
when you tripping on emotions

Mayday mayday
I hit herb on the wrong Thursday
Now my thoughts are a pandemic to my head
I don't need to make sense
Let the words dance
In no particular rhythm
Let the world freeze
Just give it reason
From a soul alone n bleeding
Keep on  keep on singing

True love.

I
miss the young you
You
weren't so complicated

Augustus is Dead
let we not celebrate
his life nor his death
For
he was no brother
to us

Sing morning bird,
         Sing
Same song from yesterday
          Yet
Still you sing it beautifully



*#RandomPoets

How shall this time ammuse the monkey.
A movie perhaps, first, old way romance; without the wine or the dine.
Or the roses,
Or **** boxers,
Or the good cologne,
She dreams of.
I will look into her eyes, "Oh monkey".
I will seek what her soul desires,
Our eyes will catch,
And ******; a moment as boundless,
As the cloudless azure,

Well, then shall it be.
To leave each scene,
To the hand of time,
To weave as per desire.
But I do promise,
Monkey shall have to sweat a little
No, I won't give easily,
Monkey will have to make moves.
Monkey tricks.
Monkey licks.
Monkey tease.
Monkey kiss; my neck
And maybe I will give in.