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Street poetry is defined as:

Is a form of urban poetry which is characterized by its use of slang and/or use of language that is traditionally used by oppressed people or small groups;

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Sunday, April 10, 2011

Can't sleep

Thousand sheep and counting,
Staring at the ceiling,
Cant sleep again,
Mind wandering,
Isomia is like an Unending road,
Haunted memories,
Lonely night lonely home
The only ghost awake,
Tired but cant retire,
Staring at the shelf but cant expire,
Hungry groggy
No taste no feeling,
Peace, i forgot the feeling

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Untitled

I look at my life and how it used to be,
everything is new to me,
nothing is real,
but everything is,
the life is a test,
problem is a quiz
doubts are fake,
hope is the quest,
the mind,
a barrier we must brake,
the soul is steel,
why do we fear our wake,

To fear death is to fear life,
to fear life is to fear love,
so I don't love, but I love life,
I stray from love,
I fear death too,
get the puzzle?
don't worry,
I am confused too

Blue, black orange, green,
colours schemes,
shades or vibration,
real life or imitation,
questions linger,
and dangle on my finger,
I point the finger,
to find the truth,
point to the moon,
is the truth my finger,
or what I am pointing to?

Monday, March 28, 2011

Men and diary

Dear diary, I've been having a hard time you see, can't you see, but you can't so let me let you let me view my life, through my eyes, with no disguise,with no compromise, cos I am my own prize, I am my own mind, my own man, following my own plan, it has been so long since I have had control over what goes on, patrol, in control, no longer in the back seat, playing the back seat driver, second commander, push over, no say in the directions, but dear diary, how long has it been when we last spoke to Him, I know it is hard to believe but we have to believe, we can't do this on our own, life is a gift, and I feel sorry for people who don't see it, like an inanimate object, statue with no motion or virtue, lifeless, soul-less, their language is ignorance, mine, competence, self-growth, self confidence, a life sentence to eternal happiness.
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