My skillful friend Rome serenades me with his poetic voice…
I’m a poet of few words,
A singer of few verse,
An artist with no canvass.
But yet here I stand.
Drawing that line in the sand.
I’m a predictor,
A Hunter on the prowl.
Forever searching, but never finding. For my inspiration is you.
All your pain and your suffering.
Your love and your hate.
Oh it’s great,
Because say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.
So watch as your hate make me stronger, your love makes me wiser.
All the flaws that I had, became my foundation. So watch me rise, because I’m strong!!
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[8/31, 8:34 PM]
That thing, That set your heart and desire on fire,
To the point you don’t know what to do,
It’s like wanting to breath,
But you’re find it hard to do.
So Please won’t you tell me what inspires you,
Is it music or art that inspires you.
Maybe it’s just sitting in the park,
To see who passes through.
Maybe is the words from their lips,
When they say howdy do.
Inspiration comes in many forms,
It’s all about which one you choose.
So tell me again what inspires you,
Is it the little things to be said,
Or maybe it’s the things we do that inspire you.
Who’s to blame,
Go on, And feel as inspired like I do.
I’m just glad to know, That I help to inspire you.
#2 POEM DATED [9/2, 12:12 PM]
They’re a lot who say their educated,But they’re ain’t. And those who pretend to be uneducated.But their fakes. Then tell you, what you see is what you get.
But that’s never the case, Because they’re filled all sorts of regrets.
Never looking back, Thus forever counting their steps.
And wondering what comes next.
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