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marcel
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since 2003-03-02

Posts 660
az, usa

0 posted 2003-07-08 10:47 PM

Dreams, Life, and Miscellaneous Thoughts

Trampling through the woods I run
Blindly and uncaring
As dirt and confusion flicker into closed eyes
Causing them to burn………………………….
Like a buried man
Who has tasted the fires of death.

The darkness of the night beckons my thoughts
To write its memoirs,
I chuckle and say, “Brother, I am your memoirs”;
Tripped by my laughter
I awaken to sunshine—T.V. loudly announcing,
“Another young, black athlete is the victim of his circumstances”
Memories of the inner city and basketball courts,
The only escape for some
With dreams of fame and riches
(Watch out for the nightmares).

Spittle now dribbles
Down the corner of my mouth,
My body does not move… (Cannot move)
But I can hear, see and feel this presence;
It’s like a lifeless weight
Bearing down on my soul;
I curse this evil spirit
With whispers of good things
And my heart is bitten in anger;
I awake screaming
And vomit an explosion of red and black
Onto my walls,
It looks like that “Good Times” painting,
The one with solemn and searching black faces,
Now asking me, “Why”?
The picture then rises and shatters violently,
Like the air opening a window
Desperate to avoid suffocation.

Am I still dreaming?
As I descend without fear into the abyss
(Well there is that tingly stomach thing)
Down

       Down

                 Down

In        a        slow         motion         fall
Eyes tearing, heart sleeping, but thoughts wide awake!

Counselor explains to me
That because I am first born
I look like my daddy,
And that’s why my momma hates me.
(I thought it was because I stuttered)
(But so does she)

A shot of whiskey will ease my mind
And inebriate my sleep.

Hmm………
I hear that man in the White House
Wants to liberate Liberia
Hey Prez, what about us?

I use to dream of walking with God,
I miss our chats.

I DO LOVE HER!

3 truths in life:
Dreams are reflections of life;
Sometimes death kisses you in your sleep;
And a black mans tears are never ending.

I close my watering eyes
Hoping an Angel rescues me in time
As the ground embraces its arms to welcome me home.

Marcel

JamesMichael
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since 1999-11-16

Posts 33336
Kapolei, Hawaii, USA

1 posted 2003-07-09 07:00 PM

Enjoyed your thoughts...James

Kaoru

Member Elite

since 2003-06-07

Posts 3892
where the wild flowers grow

2 posted 2003-07-09 07:02 PM

Wow, wonderful write! Enjoyed this a lot

littlewing
Member Rara Avis

since 2003-03-02

Posts 9655
New York

3 posted 2003-07-09 08:03 PM

Marcel:

this is amazing!
God, every line you had me
and your angel?
She is always watching, always there
This is just damnnnnn . . .
one awesome write
xxoo

marcel
Senior Member

since 2003-03-02

Posts 660
az, usa

4 posted 2003-07-10 07:51 PM

I appreciate the nice words--this write is a bit different for me, I am trying to expand by writing like poets I enjoy------I wrote it in the spoken word type of mood....I need some work but I enjoy the challenge

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