Quiet Poetry Lounge : i cried...

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  1. baller

    baller Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    I Cried…

    I could not see
    …Could not feel
    The misty clouds
    And pouring showers
    Occupying
    My
    Creative brain cells

    As left and right swells fell down on me

    Freefalling liquids creeping over
    Late-night moistened cheeks
    Mentally screaming
    “Speak to me”

    I cried.

    Not tears of sorrow
    Nor great joy
    But tears of emptiness
    …That alone(li)ness employs

    And
    …Pain

    Yes…
    There was pain

    My alone(li)ness
    Cried
    Out
    In agony

    Neither
    Salutations
    Nor weak explanations
    Could comfort me

    I wept the cleansing fluids
    Of a
    Forgiving nation
    Its…genteel relations
    Reaching out to thee

    That peace might someday be

    I cried the healing floods
    Of compassion and love
    In darkness’ wake
    To rise above the deceptions of man

    I cried thousand year old tears
    That crossed the many fears
    My years have brought me

    …The lessons life has taught me

    I cried heartache
    And misery
    All the TIME you wouldn’t give me
    The rumors and hear-say that
    “O, Father, help me,”
    I prayed through

    I cried

    I cried out moments of pain
    Without the benefit of gain
    And the abundance of rain I’ve been through
    That accompanied the hurt that came
    Over and over
    Again

    I cried

    I cried my ancestors cry
    When they wept prayers to die
    After lifetimes of abuse endured
    Prayed that “strange fruit” might take them…For good
    And every mile-long inch of their step
    That left them weeping
    …Praying for help

    I cried for the blood they so profusely bled
    And every harsh word anyone may have said
    That cut like whips across scar-worn backs
    For the hope that drove them to react
    …A safe act

    I cried

    Dabbing
    At my face
    With frills and lace
    Rubbing and scrubbing
    Trying to wipe away the taste
    Of
    Yesterday

    When morning came
    I smiled my acceptance of new beginnings
    Sending the miseries of yesterday’s sinning
    Along their miserable way

    That void…filled with the ocean of tears
    That yesterday rained down on me
    For, now, I see
    Clearly
    The things of old

    I cry (some mo’).
     
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    man this was awesome
     
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    baller Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    $$RICHMAN$$ thanks for reading...and responding.
     
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    Brother Poet baller,

    Great piece of artistry here. I felt every word..saw the ancestors...together they and I both wept. And I weep "some mo'" Graceful and heart-filled. Thank you for writing and sharing this piece.
     
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    alone(li)ness creates a void that causes us to look at all the sorrowful things life has to offer...and to wallow in them. in doing so, we cry...until we grow (sick and) tired of crying. when the crying is over, we share our pain with other...until the healing process is over...and we can move forward. i've wandered that sad and lonely road many times. i have relived its misery just as often. occasionally, i share it with others.

    the river floweth.
     
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