Blind

Poem -

Behold All My Literary Demons

Hey you, listen to me ..
I am already
just a little bit dead
and the rest
of...

Poem -

Why Else Wish Him So Blind

While these eyes may not be
what they once were ..
Do you really think me so blind
...

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Gods Will

Gods Will

We humans sleep in dream state slumber
While demons creep with violent thunder
Soundless...

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Poem -

Impunity

not directed at all teachers, or all youth!

Impunity

Looking out my window; and what did I see?
Wondering youth; with a mob mentality.
They find a...

Poem -

Colour Envy

The following words
are for those
for whom, colours
no longer matter ..
For...

Poem -

BE AS THOUGH I'M BLIND

BE AS THOUGH I'M BLIND

Quiet my troubled heart, 0h Lord
And my anxious, worried mind
To see beyond what troubles me...

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LET ME NOT SEE

LET ME NOT SEE

CLOSE MY EYES
Sometimes I have to close my eyes

Because I don't want to see

What can...

Poem -

Smeared With Affection


Without any doubt
whatsoever ..
Your eyes, are my
spring my love
those...

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Solitude

Solitude

Days like these,
They put me at ease.
With frosted windows,
I do as I please.
...

Poem -

Celsius Rising

this is what happens when you place someone on a pedestal

At first she
thought he was
golden
and drew him
in bright
yellow crayon...

Poem -

My Monthly Moan....

My Monthly Moan....

My Monthly Moan...
I'm trying, by God I'm trying so hard...
It's getting me nowhere, by God...

Poem -

Dead rhyme

The gunshots rang out through the streets of torment, the corrosive calibre lays down the minds of many, of...

Poem -

A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit...

A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit respectable)...

ready for night time in bedlam
after swallowing me favorite dram,
cuz reasonable rhyme...

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Little blind me

(knows papa’s secret)

Little blind me

Since I’m little, papa’s love will never run dry
That’s what papa says
My little heart’s...

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BLIND MAN

The stick he carried was a rustic white
Needed this to assist him with his sight
How could...

Poem -

Again

I’m falling again.
Busy days and lonely nights are calling again.
I’m giving up again....

Poem -

Love is blind?

Love is blind?

Can I compare thee to a subtle breeze that flutters leaves betwixt the trees?

Shall I say you...