BiggRich Shuping

It's a seed planted
By the history of our forefathers
That is in you and I my brothers
Yes! You too my sisters
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This is not a poem but a note to self
I do not live but merely exist
Until I acknowledge and admit this to self
I pen with my mind the outcomes
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Look a woman in the eye
And marvel at the durability of her soul
That outshines stars of the night
Though covered with rust
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When pain moves into my territory
When tears flood my happiness
And my silence is invaded by violence
When sorrow conspicuously drowns my world
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The thoughts of what could have been remain
I want to forget but the scars won't fade
So I bury myself in tears
Until I resurrect
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Yesterday I thought of you
Like I always do
I thought of how much
I miss you
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What weighs heavy on the heart spills over
Splattered spillages
That radiates through our demeanour
We carry on our faces
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Nothing calms the storm
When the eye of the whirlwind
Pursues what the heart is after
The objective is steagnant,
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I'm not gonna write a sad poem
I'm not gonna dwell in the debris
Of my dejection
But I'm gonna subject this burning urge
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His prison is made of only three bars
The heart, pride, and the logic of mind
Rigid they are but soft enough
For an impartial person to break
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The Gong of reality's cymbals
Perforates the cloak of solid silence
As it resonates across tranquil fuculties
Of a man awoken to gather his thoughts
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Let me ask you a question...
What is a man?
A man not in the sense of testosterone puppeted being
But man in the true nature of the word, human being
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It's been a while since
I felt the brush of the wind against my skin
This air is stagnant, stale even
The stench antagonise my nostrils
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They say mine are poetic words
That inspire them to view life differently
A different perspective they call it
Paragraphs enthused with life's own energy
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The playground of poets is set
When social ills take over the best time of day
When the quiet of night becomes a time for perverted minds
To roll out their game
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The morning yielded foggy patches
On the expansive canvas
Of the tuesday atmosphere
Nothing shone but your brightness
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