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poetry gave birth to me...
Category: Writing and Poetry

poetry gave birth to me one night in May of 2002
she created a God-given talent of one who writes
prose
a wordsmith, griot, and poet by the name of
therealmsjones
cloned she could never be
breath blown into her lungs, she respired rhyme
schemes that layed dormant for 9 months
poems of deepest thought penned for the neediest
souls seeking a message to be heard
3rd eye mouths speak through her vessel from the
Creator
words from the holy book… Continue

prysmatic poets
flow it, even flow with it
exquisite

haterz hate
discriminate
they can’t appreciate
but I sit back and relax
remembering haterz make
you a somebody
and I smile

yes they do because they pursue
to let you know they don’t feel your flow
and offer you an after glow knowing
you did something that pissed them off
without working up a sweat and end up
soft

I cough as if to say, hmm, uh huh
I see you in lieu of a crown you placed
on my head
instead you act like I won it some place
and… Continue

we've been happy the last year
but right now you're why my eyes
tear
I wish the tears would turn to a sea and
take the problems we suffered away
forget u, I can never do but right now
tears got me in a canoe
up a river without a paddle
u sitting in a chair, I'd rather straddle
the thought we were meant to be
forever and 1 day
something happened and it turned this
way
I sit beside myself speechless, no words
to say
why must the rough edges of life fray
into shreds of doubt?
loving u so much was s… Continue

Nothing like this
could there ever be such
a feeling or thought
so caught up I am in the moment
silent a stolen vision
an incision, deep in my brain
like a chip
skip, I strip a dance tease
pleased to release
a cease fire of nothingness
less pressure than cooked
to boil
royal, my blue blood, red
when staining a dove
the killing of love and
tossing of mud
in the end, brownish
smudge on cheeks
streaked by tears, people's
fears and bad men's jeers
a dream that one could care
NOT, snot running down o… Continue

the matrix of my cerebrum
thoughts drum into creation
ideas and words
(related)
secrete moments of elation
orgasmic vapors
producing art forms
life is spawned
to this world is born
suffering the scorn
of its creator
to deal with traitors
yes, just everyday haters

a new creation stirs to live
and due to abundance of talent
one forgives
the blatant hatred
because that which lives in
the soul is sacred
holding down the matrix of
the cerebrum
heart, soul, mind
coincide with the will to drive
past a… Continue