Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by Keita Kenyatta, Jan 22, 2005.
This is an awesome testament to the power of repressed feelings, Keita. I respect you for that. I hope you can get those grief, sadness and other feelings out somehow so that you can move past these nightmares and other things. It's the key to freedom.
Peace and love......
No matter how strong, no matter how hard you stare life straight in the eye, you are still human. I don't think feelings disappear, I think they linger inside of each and every one of us. Perhaps with you, this is how the feelings appear? Of this I'm not sure, but the intensity of life is telling you something. Listen. I think this well written piece will speak to all who read it.
word felt all dis here ya feelings be strong
tyte write brutha K................................
Very deep Brother Keita
Internal struggle seems the play. That has you gripped and has you thinking this way. Playing it out with no resolution in mind. Has gripped you hard and will have you for some time. So listen to the silent chatter, of what is left in your heart because that is all that matters. Don't let the noise from the night dreams and the day mares drown out the truth you carry everywhere. Do you go? Do you stay? Do you change or suffer this way? No need to wrestle any longer, make a decision to grow stronger. Face the truth you speak about, and free yourself from the demons that shout. In the night. In the day. No man should live this way. This plea is a new beginning of course. So continue to move forward and let fate take its course.
On one knee. If that is the case. Shed false pride its has its place. Never be to big to admit a mistake and heal yourself before its to late.
Stay strong. Don't wait to long, because after we are gone we ( one ) can't apologize.
“Cause lately, things just haven't been right,
and now I'm having daymares instead of nightmares at night.
People are being hurt with extreme violence,
bloods being shed in the deafness of silence,
bullets and things done come into play,
I've dreamed it at night, now its seeped in the day.”
Very powerful piece.
The sixth month, the sixth hour the sixth day.
Extreme violence. No one seems to mind.
War over there, killing in my time.
A few years ago I had his dream
killing in the streets and everything.
I too was awake, but I said it was a dream.
This couldn’t be happening.
It was carried on in this land.
That claims it has justice for every man.
Is it insight a few will get.
Of what will happen to us
they sweat with anxiety and reject.
See supreme thinking has gone on too long.
So dreams like this may not be wrong.
Secret factions have planned for years.
To bring us down and to eternal tears.
This year I believe is the year of grief.
Masked as our Congress they make and change laws.
To support the factions and further their cause.
Maybe rest will come in a grave not so deep.
But until we are free and allowed to sleep.
Fight a good fight, until we win or die.
Trying again to win freedom until the very end.
yo keita...i've been there
and when u start lose'n sleep...thas when da chaos starts to creep
this was a deep piece with a great rhyme'n scheme...props
this shows a man with a soul that runs deep very intense piece
i feel this and it touched me as well nice write keep spreading the knowledge
my brother this was very well posed.....Angel
Keita, you have set some very powerful words here. Got me thinkin myself. Hope your nightmares will cease, and yet bring you to fuller understanding of what they all mean
keep the flow goin
this poem really caught my attention...
I'm not one to remember dreams
so when I do...they usually mean something
this piece explored uncertainty and discontent
on levels...often unspeakable
...this poem was a release of churning questions
and emotions that spilled down the page in the
form of prose and ink...
Soul stirring scribe...
Much love my brother,
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