Black Poetry : Speaking of Journeys....

[watzinaname]

Speaking of journeys
There's this road ahead
That I've come to a fork in
And now I dread
The decision......
Or should I say, the indecision
of the separation,
the division
in this road
cause one road is paved with gold
and the other, a possible dead end
a path only for the bold
I said I wouldn't ever return
but yet here, I stand
So since you hold the key
that opens the promised land
I ask you,
Will I end up on that road again?
You know the path I speak of
The path that makes women afraid of men,
for fear of having their tails kicked to the curb...
So tell me...
Will I
End up
On that
Road Again?
That road
That street
Where lover's hearts
dare to meet
The one that left me...
in defeat
I said I wouldn't
I thought I couldn't
And the good Lord knows,
I shouldn't
But here I am...
I mean, a head's up would be nice
Just a hint, perhaps, some advice
You know, since you have to think
about it more than...thrice
Tell me....
Will
I
End
Up
On
That
Road
Again?
Tell me baby....
Will I?

 

[$$RICH$$]

life is a twisted tale a path which we may not know of
yet we venture to learn without doubt we should alway
move in the direction which thy heart lead in to find such answer
well said !

 

[MzBlkAngel]

sometimes it is just like that you most take the journeys sometimes
and follow the heart but dont go blind.....nice scribe
Peace Angel

 

[watzinaname]

Yes, Rich, we should move in that direction true. And those that hold the key should make that journey easier, not more difficult, wouldn't you agree? Thank you for the support on this .

 

[watzinaname]

Oh, I didn't see you there blkangel. Gee....Don't go blind indeed. Thanks for your support also.