Tag: Poet

Blind Mass

Poetry

 

I looked within myself and I haven’t been common sense

They try to tell me Jesus was white like I don’t have common sense

Built a fence of knowledge to block out the ignorance

So unless they aim for my brain the shots won’t penetrate my defense

But why do pastors treat the churches like addicts, huh?

Its like they’re the dealers and the congregation’s the customers

If the masses come together those on top would be under us

Their words force your mind to travel so get off their bus

Create your own routes and go wherever you wish to be

They say it’s the blind leading the blind but I disagree

I think the people haven’t realized they have to open their eyes to see

-Too Distinct the Poet

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Untitled (Written May 29th 2015)

Poetry

You dishonor the father and your mother
When you murder your own brothers over colors

We become fools instead of royalty 

When you as a queens doubt your kings

We become weaker as men if you listen 

To how we speak down on our women 

And trade the name bitch for their givens

One thing I learned…

You get what you earn 

Polo and Jordan’s but mama struggling 

Designer doesn’t mean anything when family still suffering 

Untitled.

Poetry

I imagine your touch
I impersonate your feel
Love and pain,
No denying what we have is real
I can’t be fine with you leaving
I miss your presence
Just can’t seem to fake your essence
In need of your love
Can’t live without your existence
I’d die without our commitment
Seems like we have everything but consistence
See but it’ll all be fine with a little persistence.

Be You

Poetry

 

Creative minds produce creative thoughts.

Attempting to save the essence of originality for the reason that once everyone thinks the same, creativity is lost.

Although you’re an employee you still have the potential to outdo the boss.

Never let them capture your beliefs, only you control your thoughts.

Life can change quicker than a blink.

They can own the ship you just have to jump off before it sinks.

They’ll laugh…

They’ll mock…

They’ll kick you once down.

Just keep smiling ear to ear,

Never let them see you frown.

It never gets easier,

You just become stronger.

Let success be your revenge,

Til they can laugh no longer.

What is Pain?

Poetry

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Pain is not only a knife slicing through flesh.

It can begin as unnoticeable as a baby’s pinch.

In time the pressure grows and the nails get sharper.

The infant grows into an adult so the fingers strengthen.

The grip becomes tighter…

The torturous hold seems unbreakable though the bond is still compassionate.

The pain is no longer hidden since the cause is now apparent.

The thing that’s caused so much hurt is now obvious to see.

The tiny fingers have in time become the knives that you dreaded.

The real question now is, can you abandon the child?

Can you truly learn to leave something you once held and loved so dearly but now causes more grief than good?

Can you?

Pain…