Black Poetry : ~Background Vocals: A Soul On 3rd Street~

[watzinaname]

Nitty gritty and true oozing out onto paper. It was though there was a camcorder in your mind. Flow on poet.

 

[gempis]

You took me along with you every step of the way. This piece is a gift.

 

[deepy]

these honey brown eyes
blood shot deadly
face caged behind
a jagged goatee...
saturated in city debris
a smell of alcohol when
i open to breathe...
poet from the streets
forcing metaphors and multis
just to keep a few egos
happy...

i write what i live
**** the rest

masterful....
from "cracks in the concrete.......' to that final verse...
i was with you...knowing that energy...feeling that energy
you got your name right...mind-$oul....the poem encompasses all of that
masterful