Posted by kweliharmony | Filed under poetry,spilledink,poem,streets,spokenword,bloodink,penandpaper,
Don’t write for the flesh,
Write for time.
Right your wrongs so you can find peace of mind.
Release your burdens now take a piece of mine…
Ill cut raw slabs of these heinous crimes,
It should be a felony some of the things ive inscribed in these Lines
Speaking with my uncle behind a glass screen confined…
My father too busy for me I could see he was blind..
I was behind every face scrapping bleeding for grind
every black child feeling displaced screaming and crying..
Those who had a choice to live but was leaning to die ..
Leaving behind kids with no father to speak to
And shine tears but Damn no gleam in his eye
..in the sky I was told healing you’ll find
Believe and hope and god will come and give you divine.
You tell that to the father less
thinking they wont go robbing this
See you thinking these kids jus need god and its this thinking that left them fatherless
We talking brothers who make a living off a business that keep some jobless and is it sinning?
Well I ain’t no god ..but its paying rent and it aint much options left…
All I can I can do is wait for these loose rhymes to pay
Or make sure the shot is straight like the 4-5 MJ
Or push the pound daily with a ounce to weight
How can I leave a legacy right for time
If my watch just boost time for play ..
But even a broken clock is right atleast two times a day..
Cabin
Posted by kweliharmony
Its gotten so cold at night
I can smell the ashes from my cracked skin
The heat that used to swim through my veins like Sardines in a perpetually enchanted and mystified river has.. Suddenly cease to flow
I feel like a candle sitting in corner of an empty room whose lost its glow..
We used to dance to the drums of our heartbeat , falling in love , smiling and laughing
But now Ive fallen against
The walls of this wooden cabin..splintering my nerves, pinching my happiness
My eyes veiled by a blanket of tears and a fist full of depression
Im trapped within this prison with nothing but a knife and a blanket
Metal and cotton
Polar opposites but yet I find solice in both
I love Candy, some may say I have a sweet tooth. This little sucker here is the prime example of what my sweet tooth desires. Three POUNDS! Four Thousand Calories, one continuous string of worm! It’s almost too much…’
i need it
Enjoy the little things on We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/26722188
i cant wait to drown with u
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are messengers of overwhelming grief and unspeakable love.
- i know
I need shave (Taken with instagram)
In class with long johns on (Taken with instagram)
Simba and Scar (Taken with instagram)
Street Poet Laureate. I am from the savage and the civil, I am from pondering in the mirror
