Liberty Needs Glasses
Excuse me but Lady Liberty
needs glasses
And so does Mrs. Justice by
her side
Both the broads R blind as
bats
Stumbling thru the system
Justice bumped into Mutulu
and
Trippin' on Geronimo Pratt
But stepped right over Oliver
And his crooked partner Ronnie
Justice stubbed her Big Toe
on Mandela
And liberty was misquoted
by the Indians
slavery was a learning phase
Forgotton without a verdict
while Justice is on a rampage
4 endangered surviving Black
males
I mean really if anyone really
valued life
and cared about the masses
They'd take 'em both 2 Pen
Optical
and get 2 pairs of glasses
In the Depths of Solitude
I exist
in the depths of solitude
pondering
my true goal
Trying
2 find peace of mind
and
still preserve my soul
Constantly
yearning to be accepted
and
from all receive respect
Never
compromising but sometimes risky
and
that is my only regret
A young
heart with an old soul
How
can there be peace
How
can I be in the depths of solitude
when
there are 2 inside of me
This
duo within me causes
the
perfect opportunity
2 learn
and live twice as fast
as those
who accept simplicity
broken
heart
They
say only love heals pain
well
it might heal the wounds but the scars remain
It feels
strange to speak the words that are hard to say
It feels
strange to trust again
when
the hearts betrayed
in my
mind the past plays over - in slow motion
thats
slower than the emotions that flow thru my soul
when
the love is over
The
days get short and the nights is colder
You
realize there's no winner when the fight is over
feeling
like life is over
I'd
give my all to recapture the moment
Put
my arms around it
hold
it and never let go
But
the truth is, the jewel's lost it's luster,
the
fruits turned bitter,
the
majic and the glitter
fell
apart like leaves in Fall that lay dead thru winter
And
all that's left is photographs,
favorite
songs,
question
marks and broken hearts
guilt
- and an eternity of what could have been but never will
Thru
all my failure
lost
love is love lost
to be
found again
getting
stronger and purer with each turn
till
I learn to keep what is not mean to be kept at all
Until
I'm gone.
I love
and love hard because weak love is farce.
So I
just wipe my tears
and
reconstruct my heart from all it's broken parts
I'm
not afraid to war against my own fear and doubt,
I'll
show you how real my love is
if you'll
hear me out.
By
Febs
There are a lot of misconceptions in the media about the person who wrote the first two poems, so if you like them and you really want to know who wrote them email me. The third poem was written by a very good friend.
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