Black Poetry : Poetic Art Pieces pt. I

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    Ever so often you come across a composition that leads one to take flight.
    In the distance their are corridors that lead to places of resistance,
    transformed we will glow such as these writings have taken you.
    to different places with various faces and situations in focus
    Bless your heart as you read :




    With Wings In Flight

    look at the mere gaze of the Albatross
    overhead, making a special appearance,
    let go of any ambition...,

    choose the day
    nature's beckoning call
    how the Tulip's fall

    away from here
    I shed a single tear
    no reason for fear

    all draw ever so near
    pillows in the parlor
    why do we even bother

    all come up shorter
    a new day's sun
    celebrate with a bit of fun

    all out on the run

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    (2) Siamese Cat

    a tiff or a tat
    the restless cat
    steal away his hat
    no turning back

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    (3) Lift up your heads

    lying on your bed
    lines are dull full red
    got to get ahead
    climbing to the peak

    someone sprang a leak
    not to mention the heat
    we seek for shelter then find none
    out on the run a bit of fun

    call it what you will
    lift up your heads
    life is what you make it
    get a cake and bake it

    there's no real room to fake it

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    (4) Castle in my heart

    enthroned
    majestic
    a castle in my heart
    to solely impart

    a reason for being
    the mute between the gait
    some may call it fate
    such as two lovers tend to wait

    what is the case
    make no mistake
    in certain fate
    reach with pen or ink

    a beacon of hope
    castle in my heart
    with words to start
    a laugh in the dark
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    (5) Freedom

    freedom comes to those who wait

    to stake your claim from outer space
    the right notion to discern
    another curtain turned,
    shelter lies dormant

    amidst it's beckoning plow,
    a shoulder to cry...,
    tear drops melt in your eyes
    feeling to move ahead of the game
    strike a tender chord of resistance

    fain the fan of love
    go deeper then ever before
    it happened after 911
    that drum roll of togetherness

    a distant feather with no regrets
    feelings of letting go
    could have searched many years ago
    time well spent in its flow

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    (6) The Rose

    beneath the tangled weeds
    there hides a rose
    thick and radiating in it's light
    a young lover grows very fond of it

    caressed by a tender kiss,
    melts fast with a parting wish
    there's a sullen breeze naked in flight

    that day is far spent forget the night
    upon every situation there's an explanation,
    a tug at nature's heart strings

    coupled with a variation in a dream
    love never forgets its second guess
    are you forgetting ?
    even secong guessing ?

    start professing
    love will wander from its distant shelter
    no mere solitude

    puts you in a mood
    we hear the parade
    a fight to embrace....

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    (7) Miles From No Where

    onto a waiting heart
    savor its brand

    when to understand
    take him by the hand

    lead me on this distant land
    awake the day

    through a narrow path I will tred
    a whisper out in the corridor

    the spirits are using me
    over the head below the trees

    miles from no where
     
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