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As I’ve grown older and weary
My eyes have gotten tired and teary
I know I speak to everyone
But only a few choose to hear me.
I speak honestly & sincerely
Hoping that God will choose to draw near me
For my heart is in the right place
But my façade make so many just fear me.
I lost time in the realm of this plane
Using the thoughts of my brain
I try to solicit your attention
So there is no longer a deprivation of information
But the belief and consecration
Of enlightened and blessed elevation
Illumination is the opening of eyes that are closed
I try to put forth my experiences various formats including prose
Seeking respite & repose
While others spit venomous lies of guns and ho’s.
They waste up their talent
Then create their own community of imbalance
Spitting ‘bout the troubles they’ve had
Yet never sharing solutions
Cause A&R’s would rather the people hear more mental pollution
The type of music that frustrates and encourages prostitution
Prostitution of the mind
Listen to game play
When the game is playing your mind
Paint pictures of glamor
While many people stutter & stagger
Taking the lyrical hammer
Talking trash about girls
And how they’d just like to slam her
But women are blessed queens
Who are supposed to be admired
It is dutifully required
That to be on the arms of a Queen
Then you should act like a King
Nothing better or higher
But instead
We the people set our own people on fire
Trickling complaints
Beautiful portraits of better traits is what I do try to paint
Although today, the truth has been tainted
Many with my words, could still easily be related
There are a few, that my words are so hated
But doing the work of God is what keeps me elated!
So with time being lost even though Us
Is what time truly defines
I share the glory of God
Through pertinent truths in my rhymes.
So open your minds
Even if just for a second
I promise the wisdom I share
Will teach you a much needed lesson.
Not speaking down to any
For I myself continue to be humbled each day
I just may happen to have some information
That could better prepare you while you travel in your way
Blessings to the poets of PV
I enjoy this site so much better than tv
For I get realness on this site
While some share feelings of their personal lives
Others are willing to offer insight.
I’m not a poet who struggles
To be better than anyone here
I actually hold each and every one of you
In a place in my heart that is dear!
For to be a poet is to be a person
Of the greatest form of expression
Some just express their pains and their joys
While others try to teach some body a grand lesson.
There is room for all styles
For poetry is subjective
And the format in which you share your thoughts
Is entirely elective
Being who I am
I try not to lose any time
So I disclose yet expose
My entire being, in almost every line.
SkTzO
