P.risoner O.f W.ords unsaid=P.O.W

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    P.risoner O.f W.ords unsaid=P.O.W

    SMILING BECOMES A UNDERSTATMENT WHEN REFERRING TO ME...

    I SMILE WHEN I SHOULD BE DRYING MY EYES ON SOMEBODYS SHOULDER…

    BUT I ALMOST NEVER CRY, OR EVEN HAVE A SHOULDER TO CRY ON…

    CRYING ALSO BECOMES VERY DYSPHEMISTIC WHEN REFERRING TO ME...

    THAT’S WHEN MY NONCHALANTNESS KICKS IN AND RELIEVES ME EVERYTIME…

    ISOLATION BECOMES MY ECSTACY…

    REMINISCING ABOUT THE USED TO BE’S AND WANNA BE’S THAT ALTERED MY VIEWS OF THINGS…

    THEN MY ECSTACY NOW COMES TO LIFE WITH EVERY SIP I TAKE SLOWLY CONVERTING ME INTO…

    THIS WEAPON OF MASS DESTRUCTION INSIDE MY HEAD…

    IM NOW FREED FROM ISOLATION BUT STILL A P.O.W….

    PRISONER OF WORDS UNSAID KINDA LIKE WHAT ALICIA…

    KEYS SAID ON DEF JAM POETRY…

    ARTICULATING THE THOUGHT OF STAYING SILENT…

    CAGING ONESELF BY HOLDING YOUR TONGUE MAKING THE CHAINS THAT MORE HARDER TO ESCAPE FROM…

    NOW I REFUSE TO BE CONFINED INSIDE MY HEAD AND SILENTNESS IS….

    NO LONGER AN ACTION THAT I ACT OUT…

    I’VE NOW FOUND PEACE IN MYSELF…

    DROPPING PIECES OF MYSELF THAT NO LONGER FIT INSIDE MY JIGSAW PUZZLED WERE I STEP...

    INTO MANHOOD WITHOUT ANY REAL GUIDANCE BESIDES THOSE I READ ABOUT…

    NOBODY TO LOOK UP TO BESIDE MOMMY AND OUR LORD AND SAVIOR JESUS CHRIST AS I PRAY…

    THAT HE HAS MERCY ON ME AND ALL THOSE PEOPLE I CAME ACROSS THUS FAR…

    ONLY REASSURING ME THAT THINGS HAVE A WAY OF WORKING OUT IN TIME…

    I SOMETIMES FANTASIZE ABOUT HOW FAR THIS WORLD WOULD TAKE ME…

    IF I COULD ENGROSS MYSELF IN LITTLE CLONES OF MYSELF…

    WHILE IN LA LA LAND I ALSO DREAM OF CHANGING THE WORLD AS WE KNOW USING ONLY THE PROCESS OF ELIMINATION…

    LESS HOMELESS PEOPLE…

    LESS PEOPLE CONSIDERED LIVING BELOW THE POVERTY LINE…

    LESS TEENAGE MOTHERS BEING FORCED TO MISS OUT ON SOME VERY IMPORTANT ASPECTS OF LIFE…

    LESS NUMBER OF TEENS DROPPING OF SCHOOL AND NOW CONSIDERED A “JAILBIRD”…

    LESS CONFUSION IN THE WORLD ON WHAT SOCIETY THINKS IS MORALLY CORRECT…

    LESS BLACK MALES SELLING DRUGS THINKING IT’S MAKING A HONEST DOLLAR…

    LESS PEOPLE OF THE DARK SKIN TAKING PRIDE IN NOT KNOWING BUT IGNORANCE IS BLISS…

    SO I HOPE YALL LOVE THIS CAUSE I SPEND DAMN NEAR 2 HOURS JUST TO WRITE THIS SHIT….

     

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    cliftondurant commented on P.risoner O.f W.ords unsaid=P.O.W

    07-06-2009

    good job peple trying to get a head without GOD WE NEED TO PUT GOD FIRST GREAT POEM

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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