Black Poetry : chrysanthemum fields...

[baller]

i waded through
chrysanthemum filled
fields of
rolling hills
where
peaceful valleys lay

i heard the call
of springtime morning breezes
as sunshine's light
gave bath to me

i walked beneath
waterfalls of flowing skies
'til engulfed, was i
by a sea of darkness
that sucked the light away {from me}
i could not see

step by step
i felt my way through
broad forrests of grasses
that had me
gasping
in the absence
of light

as the morning sun did rise
again, i waded through
chrysanthemum filled
fields of
rolling hills
in a peaceful valley
where the sun rays play
and beautiful grasses lay

 

[GQ]

True peace in this vision big Baller!!!

Peace
GQ

 

[dnommo]

a true poet in touch wiht his spirit can see so much through through nature. GOD's garden is a wonderful place to be...

this scribe is tight bro' write on...

 

[Da Street So'ja]

feeling ya

Baller ain't nothing
wrong wit a little
peace and serenity


cool piece dun

DSSNY

 

[baller]

peace in the valley of Scribes, my bruthaz...

just remembering a gentler life, in a more serene time...running the rolling hills and valleys of the DIRTY SOUFF. even mississippi had its good moments.

Peace&manyblessings.