Black Poetry : Gemstones and Horses

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    BLAQ LOVE POURAHTREE Nefertum Husia Shayheh MEMBER

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    Never have I dream,
    so much about the day,
    I can become a King,
    fore my family,
    to help pull them out of,
    the midst of slavery,
    I've traveled far and near,
    across the planet twice,
    all over in search,
    fore that peace of mind.

    Never have I dream,
    so much about the night,
    I could ride on my night mare,
    without a worry of dangers,
    building my all,
    pulling the efforts,
    into reality,
    from the valleys of the Kings,
    to the Queens who stood upright,
    fore the people,
    we have always dealt with gemstones,
    and our horses.

    Never have I dream,
    of the moment,
    that law of attraction,
    works on both ways,
    it is business and personal,
    fore me to acquire gemstones,
    gold and horses,
    which could truly,
    back me and my family,
    fore generations to come,
    it takes hard work,
    and dedication after much research,
    almost like a plan,
    from a runaway slave,
    to bust through the madness,
    and confusion surrounding me,
    this is my only shot,
    so eye gotta pierce,
    through and mash fore my dreams.

    by: Nefertum Husia Shayheh from the BLAQ: Inkompletion vol. 2
     
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    BLAQ LOVE POURAHTREE Nefertum Husia Shayheh MEMBER

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    Nobody believes in the future,
    sow I believe in myself,
    I believe eye can do it,
    I believe my dna,
    I believe in my plans,
    I believe in the application,
    I believe eye am walking in my dream,
    I believe that little ghetto child,
    with their hands out,
    I walk up to them,
    as if Mansa Musa was in the flesh,
    and drop a diamond,
    or emerald,
    or ruby,
    in the palm of their hands,
    just like when I use to drop,
    clothes off at my grandma house,
    to my little cousins,
    when I had monies,
    while I visited them on military leave,
    they remembered and thank me,
    I remembered us a long time ago,
    so I do aim to bring that back,
    and every time my spiritual nature,
    gets stronger and stronger,
    of totally concentration,
    nobody else does not exist,
    almost like I'm dead to them,
    and I'm live alone,
    and only oceans,
    stand in front of me,
    and Muthaland,
    sow the power of knowing I can,
    grows me up like a walking tree,
    able to step through the waters,
    soaking up the peace,
    and touching down on land,
    where she would be proud,
    after all the efforts and sacrifices,
    work has to pay off,
    one way or the other,
    by any means necessary,
    my book will read I made myself,
    into a King without the fame,
    to see those same smiles again,
    while in this war of total oppression,
    marching on through,
    in the storms of gusts and heavy rains,
    with my gemstones and horses.

    by: Nefertum Husia Shayheh from the BLAQ: Inkompletion vol. 2
     
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    BLAQ LOVE POURAHTREE Nefertum Husia Shayheh MEMBER

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    Natural stones by the bags,
    stored in a safe,
    or behind the walls,
    i rather be underneath earth's surface,
    straight chilling as the wars goes on,
    just me and peace,
    come out whenever spring pops up,
    like the gopher so intelligent,
    out of sight is outer mind,
    hibernating like bear,
    or perched up in a tree like Koala,
    all nice and fuzzy,
    cuddling my times,
    all i ever wanted and need,
    is a piece of mind,
    of myself and you gotta go in,
    hard to be satisfied unless you are complete,
    chopping my shrubs into ah garden maze,
    and let the butterflies play ground your feet,
    so much fragrance noses smell them,
    and and and roses over roses,
    love over loves,
    i be daydreaming too much,
    and it helps me to hold on,
    to myself emotionally from getting worked up,
    so i hug my censored dreams inside,
    they tucked away with my pride,
    i walk around like i got a secret,
    just between me and you,
    everybody else out there is deceiving,
    i see it in their eyes,
    even i lie sometimes,
    just to smile about the truth,
    of when i get those gemstones,
    we riding on our horses from sleuth to sleuth,
    now turn me once again,
    from the bottom softly sliding,
    our way to the top,
    another page in our lives,
    when will the world ever stop?

    by: Nefertum Husia Shayheh from the BLAQ: Inkompletion vol. 2
     
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    i love horses,
    use to take care of them,
    kind of temporary while in georgia,
    as that private so and so,
    they have character,
    strong individual personality,
    don't be scared though!
    They sense fear and only ride in confidence,
    beautiful n's is what i called them,
    my eyesight is sorta beyond,
    animals look like shapes and letters,
    roses look like lovers so sad,
    so much weight to pull,
    so much responsibility in being a lover,
    the world of love is contained inside your head,
    weighing over sometimes,
    yet your arms stay uplifted,
    dragging your roots on the lonely road,
    raining often as your face is waterproof,
    fore many seconds,
    no i do not want to be your friend,
    just to end up second,
    check me and respect it,
    or mate up with wrecking,
    if you don't understand how,
    horses feel while on that stride,
    breezes upon breezes,
    peas in the winds,
    galloping like a wild sun loose shining of fun,
    hold on to the reigns,
    whisper a little,
    tug just a little more,
    ease up and slow into a trot,
    not the dance but i will dance you in knots,
    yes you yield yearning yourself,
    cause you are on this horse,
    the night mare of my world,
    midnight silky and long mane,
    stallion she is,
    let me jump off of you sweetie,
    to give her a hug to the neck,
    cause i'm short you know,
    but taller than the trees,
    just look at her...
    and i got my bag of gemstones,
    sitting in the front seat of the cutlass,
    getaway bandit into the night,
    only headlights beam in front,
    but we out of here from the back,
    chuggling with a posi shake,
    she purrs my world too,
    if you only knew,
    about how gemstones and horses,
    frees my soul from out of control.

    by: Nefertum Husia Shayheh from the BLAQ: Inkompletion vol. 2
     
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