Tuesday, September 13, 2011

My Words

Words dripping from my lips as the wounds of our warriors as wars spread
if only my words could bring peace
If only my words could calms souls inspire thoughts as the love inspired in me drips ink on empty parchment and taps keys of mechanical screens
if only my words could bring happiness
Day and and nights I pray prayers and dreams of every single lost soul, every mother father living for a child, a teenager with big dreams every dreamer that sleeps with one eye open
hoping that their reality is really a nightmare
If only my words could sprinkle the minds of young men not old enough to realize that the the proof is in the pudding so spend no time wondering about the looks of her cake
If my worlds could shower young women with the preaching that beauty is in the eye of the behold her to tell that little girl that her beauty exist whether or not "HE" holds her and "SHE" can change realities as long as she continues to dream.
If only my words could convince our politicians and prostitutes the the money is not the answer but rather the product in the production of the positions they portray
Maybe then they'll realize that whether laying on their backs or sitting behind desk they'll still always be seen for what their really worth
If these words could convince the sick and the poor to look past the negative images whether it be the needle in their arms or the ones laying in their streets that tomorrow will be a brighter day and maybe they should have a little faith
If only my words could dry the tears of that lonely little boy heal the heart of that broken hearted girl and touch the mind of that mother sitting at home not knowing how these bills are going to be paid
not knowing if there is going to be a brighter day or better yet a way
A way past hurt and turmoil, past guns and gullies, past broken hearts and broken minds past the broken backs of that father thats given all he has got.
If only my worlds where the remedies for the cancers, the aids, the loneliness, the greed, the envy, the struggle, the pride and the prejudice
Maybe then my words be enough for this world...
Maybe then I'd stop trying to write miracles into existence....
If only my wonders... were the wonders of this world
Maybe then I'd be okay to stop sprinkling your pages and filling your ears minds and hearts
If only my words were enough...I would no longer need to write

...and so it begins

As a avid poet I decided to use this opportunity that I was given to create a blog to portray my love for portray. Not only poems that I love but pieces that I have written my self....Enjoy