I could give a holy shit if some phony bitch wanna pitch a fit
Here’s my shoe, go ahead and see if this fits
You lack the girth; your foot is too small
Since birth, I had my back on the wall
Until I began to crawl, I couldn’t learn to walk
and before I ran with that I had to learn to talk
If not, I might’ve been a silhouette of chalk
But now I compose symphonies of realized epiphanies
and speak about it in soliloquies of similes
For every bullet that misses me I pray to God religiously
Granted, I don’t attend many sermons
But I learn my lessons wandering amongst the vermin
and stir up currents to move the urchins that stay lurkin’ in dark alleys
behind the church and stick up parishioners instead of working
Nobody’s perfect, and I know I’m no exception
But I’ve been exceptional at passing tests and
keeping my head up has rewarded me with blessings
Inebriated, I deal with all issues pressing
For now I’m winning the battle for it to take control
Although I fear the consequence of losing control as a whole
because in either instance it would be a burden on my soul
At what point am I one straw away from my back being broken?
Is it when I step on the third rail of the track and get flipped like a token?
Stuck underground like the subway; but somehow, some way
I will stop giving rides without the pay for play
Before I think forward, I’ll pray for today
Because life’s a bitch and then you die anyway
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It's frustrating when you deal with things pretty well, and even with the understanding that you have no control over certain things, they get to you anyway. Ahhh... sweet release...
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LOL This sizzles. Love your word play, brother.
Nice lines.
"Since birth, I had my back on the wall
Until I began to crawl, I couldn’t learn to walk
and before I ran with that I had to learn to talk
If not, I might’ve been a silhouette of chalk..."
Write on. One.
Dez
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yup... ain't it a bitch? ...
i feel the raw anger in this, frustration proclomation type feeling.. my fav. line is the second one.
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Let her rip is what I say
Oh the releif and just letting go and whatever rolls out so be it .We all get there and we all release it the same .I hope you feel better
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Yes indeed
It is of unvanquished spirit that you speak, that your tongue lashes out at this life a fistfull of fights and long enduring battles to survive.
Let your rage guide your unrelenting hand that you may write some masterpiece and have it win some kind of world peace.
I like it, I like it so!
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Very intense. I admire your outlet of creativity. Keep it up.
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This seems influence by slam. There's a lot here that you needed to get off your chest. I can tell this poem was not composed by some waif with romantic pretensions. This is real. This is honest. This is the verbal equivalent of being hit in the head by a 2x4. It's nice to see honest concerns set to poetry. Thank you for sharing this.
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"But now I compose symphonies of realized epiphanies
and speak about it in soliloquies of similes
Love the rhythm and flow of this...yeah, Spoken Word all the way dear heart.
I do believe once we understand that there are forces unseen that control our behaviors, we will come to know inner peace. But that only happens if we chose to side with the "light" forces. They are undoubtedly the true winners in the end. I like how you showed that God is in charge because truly the Spirit is. I wish I could hear you spit this aloud. Maybe someday I will have the pleasure.
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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Thank you so very much. I appreciate how you always leave a comment which lets me know whether I hit the mark or not with what I'm writing. And as always, your words are kind.
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