NO RHYTHM IN HIS BONES
Mon, 09/05/2016 - 16:45 -- Poetic Judy Emery
Just turn and look
and tell me what you see
he just moved along
like the winter breeze
Then he turn and said
I love to see you bleed
lost into darken dreams of me
I cried so ******* that winters night
he gave me so much fright
almost taken my mind
I had learned so much from him
but nothing of any good
you know he came from the hood
that is no manhood,
In his eyes all you see is the dark side
nothing nice to see that comes from he
Dark Angel gives out a cough
then he takes his walk
he holds so much envy
for the light of what is right
the bullets of pride reaches the sky
he holds no rhythm in his bones ,
his life of the unknown is his home
his heart is dark and cold
holds no hope
but every September
he will always remember me.

Poetic Judy Emery (c)