Black Poetry : SOUL IS DEAD, SKIN THAT ONLY EXSISTS

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by BaduX, Sep 14, 2003.

  1. BaduX

    BaduX Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    DAY AFTER DAY,
    IT SEEMS LIFE IS TORN
    AND THEN I WAKE!
    ONLY WANTIN TO SLEEP ONCE MORE TO DREAM.
    DOWN AND OUT ON MY LUCK.
    WHEN I STOP AND THEN I CRY
    THEY SAY I'LL DO FINE
    NIGHT AFTER NIGHT
    IT SEEMS LIKE I CROSS
    THIS LONELY JOURNEY BY MYSELF, ONLY TILL MORROW I MAY DIE
    I STOP
    THEN I RUN AND HIDE.
    WANTIN NOT TO BE FOUND.
    MY GREATEST FEAR, AND ITS FEAR STAND ALONE, IS GOD
    TELLING ME ,
    I AM NOT QUALIFIED.
    RUNNIN AND RACIN,
    TILL DEATH FINALLY CATCHES ME
    LOOKS ME IN MY EYES
    FREEZIN ME ,
    LEAVING ME EMOTIONALLY CAPTIVE.
    DEAD BEFORE I KNOW IT
    IN MY LIFE
    I DID NOT ACCOMPLISH ANYTHING.
    BUT HEART ACHE AND PAIN!!!!!
     
  2. joile

    joile New Member MEMBER

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    I can feel your passion sista...and most def can relate.
     
  3. angelicsage

    angelicsage Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    wow...this is somberly emotive...

    lots of questions of life, death...and the after

    the memory of ones deeds...

    and fear itself............I have these very questions myself at times

    feeling your work!
     
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