Black Poetry : A View of Death

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  1. Watcher

    Watcher Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Watching ever so vigilant
    I spy
    The darkness as it approaches
    Consuming everything in its path
    Leaving nothing in it’s wake
    Misery and turmoil
    Being weaved by its crafty fingers
    It comes
    To drain the poetic essence
    Of life itself
    It comes
    To extinguish
    The most glorious spirit
    Moving so swiftly
    No time to call out
    For it is here
    Enveloping all
    In it’s dark wings
    I can no longer see clearly
    My vision has been clouded
    And the stench of decay
    Fills my nostrils
    I hear no poetry
    For all poets are gone
    Nothing more to watch
    As I fade into the darkness
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    feelin da vibe inside yo scribe
    i seek light upon my lonely flyght
    poet of yesteryears gone
    but i see new beginnings of life
    as i float above looking low
    brutha ya light will glow bright
    as dis be tyght.........:eek:
     
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    Reason Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Life without the Art called poetry would be death...

    Feelin you dog!
    Reas
     
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    Anita J Active Member MEMBER

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    i can feel this...where would i be without the flows that emanate from within...nice joint...
     
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