Black Poetry : POUNDERING VIEW OF DA MIND

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    Here I am, In silence of secrecy.
    Sitting in my chambers of inner slumber
    looking outward into da streetz below me,
    wit a view through da technic color spinnerster
    poundering memories of days gone by !

    I'm remembering a child world free
    so new , no fear of what theirs to be
    in a careless world that one may see
    then a flashing glempsy came to me.

    Like an unorthadox and so free
    as i sit beside da willow of an weepin tree
    trying to understand what it is to be
    wit no inclination.

    Powered through da glass of reality
    the different minds , worlds formality
    like sea shells, clamz and ocean pearlz
    not once did they ever contour outrage.

    Not like people who is mentally cage
    yet! seem to always wanna take center stage
    as i fall back into the unknown
    I watch afar to hear da cryin song

    Soon ,yes soon we're all be gone
    from which a place we never belong
    even striked away from thy home
    there will be no more to carry on !
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    ACT II (view of da mind)

    Rude awakening into da harvest direct
    today's world of misconcept
    I've awaken to another side
    one where i see us in divide
    who is pitted on the lumb of sum
    while others lay in under da gun
    what have we become
    when we should be like one
    Da pillows of the foundation is strong
    but yet da cry is a sadly song
    positive motion stop in it's tracks
    and da luring of destruction upon thy backz
    it become weightless in a circle maze
    one that shouldn't even faze
    but da effects is much greater ova da mind
    and termination wilt by da time
    still da message not heard clear
    only da aftermath now there's fear
    do we really care or is it just a notion and a stare
    for what is now truely there
    da poundering mind only wonder as it runs bare.
     
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