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Begot Intentions can impurify
Unsolicited Charity does attempt
Even much as a Pickled Song can try
Bites back at you; And bills you for Contempt
What now the Rage of Imperial Process
Punishes the Dreader to stock and refill?
Nowadays you stick to perform your Best
Later on you sit by the Window-Sill
Still, check this Stubborn Loyalty in me
Then decide if Ignorance you forgot
My Words mean Truth; Even if Force-Believe
Just to show your Radio, the Model-Lot.
Still Deaf, eh? Even when the Snake has cast,
Flashing films on such scales you know will pass.
#tomdaleytv #tomdaley1994
Isabella H Aug 2013
Isolated fog and silents,
The morning brisk,
Dense sunlight from above,
Over casting rays, reflecting
in from out the dusk of rising sunset,
transferring inside our humble abode ,
The tenderness of your body heat,
The radiance of your glowing shine skin,
glistening,
The sculptured body,
That forms beneath the unfurnished sheets,
The gradient, bitten flesh red,
pump lips,
The complexion of perfection of jealousy,
A jaw line precisely traced onto a bare canvas,
Soft faint eyes,
Infatuated,
Oh,
How much it yearns for a delicate touch,
Capturing the sensual moments and gestures,
Making it difficult to contain,
My immoral, dishonest, corrupted,
thoughts,
Motives,
To impurify the innocents,
from the beginning,
I've polluted everything, markings of lust,
Love,
Unfair but
Unregretful,
Unbelievable,
This is mine.
Elijah Jan 2017
I surrender to the God of liberty
who makes me lie down in eternal love,
and the malice-infested swamps
dive in my peace
trying to impurify the
esteem of my being.
Here stands a society ready
to annihilate me
their guns point with rage
trying to contradict my black skin
into the depths of sin
I am not a badge of shame.
I always kept myself locked in
became a fiend of my own mind
suppressed in the name
of slavery and injustice
my roots were planted in a dry harvest.
My heart is worn out,
dogged up is my throat
when my speech is unable
to cultivate the capacity of my ethnicity.
Where is the pride?
Where is the peace?
Stay woke, my people.
We need to develop
inherent worth and dignity
resist conformity of the regime
revive our immortal spirits
and begin to breathe in the cosmic of superiority and solidarity.
Black people, we are magic.
'The Beginning' is an introductory piece to a poetry project collective by Elijah which focuses on black consciousness and pride. Inspired by the Black Panther Party movement in 1966, this collective is set to bring awareness to society that black people are human too and we deserve respect. Titled BLACKACY: Black Legacy, Black Excellency , this collective will bring the sense of unity and love within the black community and we shall rise above anything because we are untouched.

#art #black #blackpower #life #love #poetry #respect #soul #unity #worldpeace
Mia Feb 27
crave what came before
connection lingers, softly
blue-white light breaks the fall
circuits real through bone

eyes down, pray silently
let music flood your eardrums
ignore, neglect the traveler
who sits as so do you

an actor paid in penance
empty lines in his script
does force the sand to falter
the waves as punishment

decree the girl but broken
stretched thin and vacant eyes
pray, call far into the empty
hope your call is not declined

find what’s been sent for you
a signal, weak and true
for impurity in the water
does too but impurify you

— The End —