Black Poetry : Please Wait 'til I Arrive

blakverb

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Mar 19, 2001
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Bugs commit suicide
as I ride
one hundred miles per

no clouds no fog
street lamps present
yet my mind
is dark blurred

tears fall like anvils
on my soul crushing
a non eixtence of
sound that was hushed
and I rush

one hundred miles per
to be next to you

windows down trying
to air dry a face way
past soaked toking
on a heart on the
verge of being broke
smoked by pain
wrapped in a Columbian leaf

one hundred miles per
waiting to be next to you
before you.....

I did tell you I love you
'til the letters wed themselves
and a 27 letter was created
I never waited to voice
my song to my soul
mate....who added to my
whole and I was plus sized
in spirit...in eternal joy

one hundred miles per
to be next to you before
you....die

I can't understand why
God called your name
I guess all angels ain't
the same....and you
are far beyond the
halo and wings
Can I fly with you?
Will you protect me each night?
Be next to me in this fight...
I call life?
Shield me, feel me, deal me
the cards to cope with your
absence?

an abcess has been created
on my insides and a toxin
flows rides in disguise
as rain cleansing the pain
but it's drowing me from
within'

God has to be in the midst of
Sin....

All angels ain't created equal
so I don't want to see a sequal
All angels ain't created the same
I don't want to play the
"without you" game

but my voice is lost in the
forest of a divine being

so I'll forever see you
and speak with you
cry with you
hold you
and accept your hands
on the wind and let
you catch me
in silence.

(C)2001 blakverb
 

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