Tag: poet

Soul

My soul transcends my being

I felt an internal struggle for space

The right to possess my mind

Like I was a newly discovered element to patent

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Tears, fears, and anguish

The battle continues,

Worse, within

The things are impossible to share

No human mind can understand

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Now I wonder if best to be a vacuum

But am loaded with too much information

To be alone

So if you read this with no understanding

Feel no guilt

For poetry is not for all.

by Mr Chrislove™

IF I Ever Get To Regret

‪ If I ever get to regret

I will regret the day I regretted

Eating the food that made me purge

My stomach needed that much cleansing

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by Mr Chrislove™

Why Am I Even Here?

I have many friends

Yet I am most lonely

I have some followers

Yet I am no one's leader

I am surrounding by many

Yet I am deeply empty inside

Many people looking up to me

Yet I have no one to look up to.




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by Mr Chrislove™

I Have A Life To Live

What is important to you?
Or what should you care about?
Is it about what you feel?
Or what we feel about you?

I pick up my pen to write
The battle is not about 
What to write about
But rather what I am 
Expected to write about.

I am stuck between these 
Contrasting worlds of mine
To write my heart 
Which you do not want to hear
Or to write what you want
Which I may not really care about.

Why am I evening thinking
About what you want?
I have a life to live
If you want someone
Who will do exactly what you want
Why not get a clone of you?
You have enough resources, why not make one?

I have a life to live
A saviour to please
Poems to write
And records to break
My mind to speak
And a mission to fulfill
And after all said and done
I have my life to account.

by Mr Chrislove™

MANY VOICES

I hear many voices

But who’s speaking?

Am I to listen to the voices

Or to know who’s speaking?

Will listening to the voices

Help me know who’s speaking?

Or will the voices

Distract me from who’s speaking?

Though my soul is constantly tormented by the surrounding voices

My dear heart pants to hear who’s speaking

Like the hungry soul of a pilgrim looking for direction

In a wilderness with many roads and deception

I wish I could be alone with no voices

But true silence only exist outside of the land of the living.

Please, who can help me filter these voices?

For my existence is tied to identifying and following the one who’s speaking.

by Mr Chrislove™

I Will Wait (The Original)

The clock is ticking so fast

Yet I will wait for the Lord’s time

Everyone and everything is going very fast

Yet the silent voice says ‘the best is in God’s time’

Microwave, drive-thru, social media, all seem fast

Yet Mama said ‘good things take time’

So though the vision may tarry yet will I hold fast

Cause the vision is for an appointed time.

Photo ©️ Daezerae Gil
by Mr Chrislove™

CYCLE

I know we were all created in God’s image

The oppressors say ‘all fingers are not equal’

We believe this from our youth

A well advertised fallacy of composition

How can we be so fooled?

They sold us the drugs

Saying it’s for our recreation

We took in the Kool-Aid

And now we are wasting away

Falling like leaves in Fall

Instead of flourishing like Poets in Autumn

We buy them with our life savings

Now they disenfranchised us as mentally unstable.

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by Mr Chrislove™