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i made a move, i got a plan...i got a purpose in mind, i got things to do, issues to resolve and a person that wants me...i know how she feel but i don’t know how she feels...signals mixed as if she knew what she was doing...i wish i had a clue...i wanna know her, i wanna love her, possible yet impossible but still probable yet improbable...things that we see not always what is meant...things easy to see are often hardest to understand...my words, my way, things i do and the prayer i pray, its my only solace, my only relief from things that move beyond my control...my plan and my move are my control, my life, my direction are my control but my moments give my direction meaning...let my meaning determine my flow and let my flow have its direction...i got a purpose in mind so let my purpose be fulfilled and let it be of something that fulfills exactly what i want and not of somebody else vision...i need it to reflect me and my absolution...i be of my peace and my peace be of me, let us be one and let the one be free from mind...i don’t know where these words will take me but i want my words to always allow me to get away...i need to be in my own little place, my own special place that nobody knows about and nobody can be anybody and anybody can be somebody and somebody can be everybody but nobody is above anybody and everybody is somebody...do you feel what i am saying, do you know where i am going, do you see what i am seeing, if so then feel with me, see with me, know with me...i can be myself or i can be somebody else but that is only in the eyes of the person looking, i am only myself to me and only i know me, can you look in the mirror and say that...look and say that i am me and nobody know me like i know me and i don’t care what nobody say about me but only i control me and how i feel...what people say about me no never mind, what people think about me no never mind, what people do behind my back be of no never mind...spread gossip as an epidemic but the true epidemic is lies, deceit, hate and the stereotype...let me stay as i am, untouched and free from the things that keep us down...let me stay free...

 

                                               --- Edward Orlando Griffin 

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

edgee’s Poems (35)

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me being write or wrong 0
untitled love 0
random thought 0
Save Me 0
random thought 0
Save Me 1
this woman again 1
this time i cry 3
3 o'clock low 1
we as a people 1
still wondering 2
Don't Bother 3
playing the puppet 3
strange ways 4
drift away 1
broken 1
did we try 7
for you, i will 5
Letters To My Poets 2
"Fear" 1
love is again 3
love is 6
Black Man, I Am Thee 2
my manhood, my curse 3
This Woman, Beautiful Woman 8
Nobody Know.... -17
Guess Who's Back... 1
a phone conversation 2
just my feelings 1
Something Not To See 1
Strength 2
Don't Know 1
My Temple 0
The Ghost of Me 5
My Present, My Past, Not My Future 2