"amaru" poems
Just a black ***** to y'all.
But a hero to me.
A **** to some.
But a poet I see.
Violet and Hard.
But I see passiveness and heart.
Legendary forever you'll be.
A poetic **** who made history.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC
the night of the fake dead has become eternal
(i will wear Susan Lucci's face for it)
staggering through excesses unknown
and the uncertainty of this ranking system,
you tried to eat my earlobe
but lost interest in it quickly.
your scent safe in this butterfly net,
i am surrounded by the
murderous howls of your perennial
buttercups, determined to tempt
my animal ******* instincts.
(enuma elish la nabu shamamu)
(shapiltu ammatum shuma la zakrat)
i have tripped in the garden of Eve's desire
and felt torrents across my cheeks
of alternating salt and sugar-sweet nectar.
i have held the red locks of wort
and danced on the blossom-littered ground
in remembrance of wandered attention.
(When in the heights heaven had not been named)
(and below, firm ground had not been called...)
i have wept in the shadow of Adam's twin towers
and seen the rift between the continents
ebb and fall under silence's blanket.
i have leathered my skin under this star
to defend my eyes and tongue from
the bite of the turtle goddess.
i have seen the feast of the water,
devouring the naked soil of Pangea,
and tasted its salt with my eyes.
i have undertaken the toil of the shaduf,
churning mud and planting seeds for
the return of the floral messiah.
(Amaru baur rata)
(Shagane Ir Imshi)
i have borne the yoke of the oxen
and reaped stalks of wheat
in the summer's first harvest
i have broken bread with companions
under starlight mixed embers
glowing log light orange dynamo
(The Flood swept thereover)
(His heart was filled with tears)
Will you scream for me?
Can you profess the holiness
of my mission?
My name, my motif, echoes
across the ages...
Siaynoq!
Siaynoq!
Siaynoq!
In the end we are called upon by
stronger forces, blank expressions, glassy eyes
Siaynoq!
Siaynoq!
Siaynoq!
the cold of the world's knife,
pressed against the flesh of our selves,
unconscious rhythm heartbeat pounding
twisted sense rhumba of a thousand tiny shards
Siaynoq!
Call me to a greater purpose
Siaynoq!
Spill my blood across the sand
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 7:01 PM UTC
(This poem was written during the first year of the war.)
Lay me down to sleep
Before they push the button.
This ***** ain't tryin to wait for his own self destruction!
People really want peace
but you gotta have war,
because it pays the invoices
made by the White House imposed choices.
We need to be United
but politics and hypocrites
always remind us
that history repeats itself.
As it turns out
itself repeats history.
Repeats history
Repeats HIS - STORY!
It ain't a mystery!
You know what goes on in Capital hill!
What country pays its government more then the people who's supposed to be runnin it?
We do! America!
**** politics!
We down right greedy!
We got plenty to feed the needy!
But we'd rather spend tax payers money
to bomb a country
that at peace
I would like to be.
****** if I'm wrong!
Bush, please send my Mom and Dad home.
Realize that judgment day is comin'
and the truth untellers on the hill
are the first ones hit
when God's wrath comes down rumblin.
I got somethin' on my mind
so I speak to you.
God help us
when it comes time to be with you.
You can only tell a lie for so long
before the truth sees the light.
That's when karma
puts it on ya'
and explains your persona
so that people see through your tainted ora.
Life is like a Pandora -
boxed with centuries of pandemonium and disorder.
Blessed are those who are weak
God, to you I speak.
THIS IS AMERICA CALLIN'!!
Thank you for reading!
Amaru
www.twitter.com/therealamaru
Jan 4, 2010
Jan 4, 2010 at 10:00 PM UTC
It started with a look
who am I to know were the eyes lead.
I walked life blind sided,
it was always me.
I needed too much but gave so little
isn't that how a **** life story issues.
you took me out the me out the darkness and showed me the light
Thought it was right when I had you by my side.
said "I'm to pale" and showed me the sun.
you showed me the beach as we walked hand in hand and left life trail.
the sun sets...looks like the suns red....
from a distance we can hold the sun with our own hands.
This light brought love and that's pain
you changed my weather but this heat brought rain.
I broke the rules of this dam game
Left my world and joined yours. such a pity shame
Took control of your mind but couldn't enter your heart
1 body 2 organs, life's knowledge you don't think
you just love and
Just run with it, run with
The faster you run the faster it beats....
while mine dies slow.
"your chasing love", go forth and find it so
I fall back... back to my world as you go.
Walked the beach onward reversely
Just one set of feet as I saw,
your steps, my steps and my steps got washed away.
is this how ****** feels once you get away
Death is on my mind synonymous with your name.
But I wont run like Assata I'll stay.
I'll stay and fight like Amaru
I've always been a Shakur.
In the darkness I recite these words
"we were not meant to be those feelings were just lips"
Now your face became a blur
your body heat became a shiver.
As I hope you'll find the love your searching for.
It started with a look. Who am I to tell were my eyes might lead is always been me. Nobody else. I'm back home.
Sep 25, 2014
Sep 25, 2014 at 6:15 PM UTC
Tupac Shakur is my heart you can all down play his contributions all you want to me he’s ace. Not only was he an excellent poet but also a rapper with heavy edged material. Tupac walked with his head held high & brought a lot to the table.
Creativity was in his genes Tupac exhibited a high calibur of poems throughout his life.
“Tupac Amaru Shakur, also known by his stage names 2Pac and Makaveli, was an American rapper and actor. Shakur has sold over 75 million records worldwide, making him one of the best-selling music artists of all time. His double disc albums All Eyez on Me and his Greatest Hits are among the best-selling albums in the United States. Shakur is consistently ranked as one of the greatest and most influential rappers of all time, and he has been listed and ranked as one of the greatest artists of any genre by many publications, including Rolling Stone, which ranked him 86th on its list of The 100 Greatest Artists of All Time. On April 7, 2017, Shakur was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.”- Wiki
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 8:54 PM UTC
Who gave me ambition?, he was taken too soon. I can feel your spirit in my hand as I write. Who was a hell razor, but had GOD as a good buddy, when nobody cared?. Who had a belief that made everyone believe?
The wind blows like the "Anthem" of the west side today, their leader was born on this day, he longed for better days. Finally at peace not deceased. No one sees him on the streets but he lives.
Buried as a G, the whole world remembers you. Hope you have and a paper and pen, to write about your life ascent. Let the Lord judge the "criminals. Rest in peace Amaru Shakur, hope you navigated to Thugs mansion. Make sure its cool when we get there. See you at the cross roads G.Yesterday at 7:31am·Sent from Mobile
Jul 15, 2017
Jul 15, 2017 at 4:22 PM UTC