Black Poetry : The death of my soul

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by blakverb, Jun 1, 2001.

  1. blakverb

    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    My Soul stands there
    before the angry crowd
    hands tied behind it's back
    waiting for the
    lever to be
    p
    u
    l
    l
    e
    d
    .....I can only stand amongst
    the hatemongers and remain
    silent and ride on the tear
    that ran down the face
    of what kept me
    "full"

    my thoughts scream
    and throw broken
    appendages of the present
    at my Soul and some spit
    in it's face....

    I stand in the crowd
    and after shaking / full of
    fear / yell....

    "pull the **** lever!"

    !
    !
    !
    !
    !
    !
    !

    my Soul hung there
    and flowers began to surface
    from every orifice of it's
    nude body

    It hung post-mortem
    smiling as if to thank me for
    saving myself.

    (c)2001 blakverb

    *I'm back ya'll. I need my room, I need to rest, my Soul is tired and home is where it needs to be.
     
  2. N2urSoul

    N2urSoul Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Blak~

    All I want to know is ~
    "whose gonna do the autopsy?" :confused: :lol:

    Love this 'dark' scribe~even though it's dramatically sad.


    You weren't gone long enough for me to miss you!!
    Glad you're back home...today !

    Oneluv.
     
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