Black Poetry : its all in Love

LibertyLady

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social worker...
dont look at at me like a Jackaroo ...
and think i,m ivied with imperfection...
cause i am ...
everyone is..
im just practicize maximize...
in life..
on my road towards and with him wich is
is here and eternity....
i,m tired of human acting swinish...
i,m tired of not fitting in because of colour...
i,m tired of Ramparts of intelectuals spreating vanishing things .
just to be a parisch-pump moment credit reseaver....like ""Ramses""..
twistings truth while people getting miserable
I,m tired of people saying i Love you ..
but turn around,and.......


dont let me start..



go away ...SATAN in the name of JEZUS..
dont worry i will go my own way ...
i dont belong to a group
only the flock of sheeps...
i dont belong to a group ..
i dont like clicks...
and i dont want to..
at the end...
with my head bowed down...
infront of my creator..
no colour will stand beside me...

i will express it vociferous....

you find it in the good things...
you can find it in a stangersmile passing you by outside...
you find it in the hearts of beautifull people....
you can find it in nature....

Most of all you can find it in you...
Great GOd creator......

oh you what would i do...
without you Great lord ...
in my moments of lonelyness..
i crawl to you......



i realise...
in the mess ..
messy messy madness...
the slimy pave...



when its good..




its good ...

when its nice its nice...


when its love ..

its it treu ...







(to be continued)
 
To have colour
Is to be envied by most who don't

To have beauty unfleeting inside and out
Is jealousy
And secret fantasy
That your mind can not live without

What the mouth can not speak
The eyes give away
What the voice can not repeat
Is hidden in a closet
Of skeletons arrayed

To feel invisible
Is to know that you stick out like a sore thumb
Knowing you're the envy
Of those old and young
In a land of traditions
Knowing the silent code
All surrounding you
Is what life is handing you
The dull drums

Flying to Paris or even Italy
May lighten ya load a little
Where people express the same vision
Of what's hidden a little more kindly with open arms.

P.S. I went to Spain not to long ago and felt some of the same vibes. Know that you're not alone.

DS
 

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