Jordan Black

Little hands an little feet pitta patta up an down your poppys hall he smiles an watches amused not angered by your cheek an gingerness the safety of daddy's arms protects you from everything he cuddles an plays until you want no more then playful nature begins to tire an sleep comes easy morning again midday too warm an sticky time to swim the big kids play in the other end of the pool your not satisfied an want to join you make sure their not looking an move down the ladder little by little the
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A poet's style whether rhyming or not
is to secure the listener an thicken the plot
their stories intrigue an challenge the young an old
to be wise an bold
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First light and morning due I lay beside you,
dark hair, dark skin cover the beauty within,
Thine heart beats slow but true I move gently towards you,
Eye's open lips touch ever so lightly on the mark,
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One glance is all I need to see
The disgust you have with me
My cheeky grin and open eyes
Makes your temper start to rise
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Pinstripe suit glasses glistening blonde hair
She walks with confidence through the office I can't help but stare
My eyes wonder across the perfectly formed symmetry
Her eyes her nose her curves her glare
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We welcome you if your wallet is full.
We sell our country like cattle an wool.
We debate on this an debate on that.
Unable to see we're ignorant an fat.
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Bodys littered through the street
neither side signals retreat
atmosphere is cold and dead
bombs anarchy exchanges of lead
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Swimming across this sea of memories
My name my life is a challenge for me
These people are helping me do I know them
I cant remember my mind races and then
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Their afraid of the fire but use it often the heat is frightening but keeps them warm they set fire to others without thought of pain or consequences their beliefs are written an carry half truths their actions unforgiving their lies unheard they set fire to everything an watch it burn the people of clay will eventually burn..
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No beginning is easy nor is it destined
It's matter of time and place
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Good to know where to find it how to drill and well it from there,
Good to know some animals can smell it a mile off in the air,
We never much appreciate it or look after it like we should,
If we never had restrictions we'd only use it all we would,
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You did not choose your path but walked it an took every step with pride, injustice, poverty, racism the cracks in the stones set under foot.

Though the journey long and perilous you fought on, suffering only from the pain of your brothers and sisters but their tears were fuel in your fire.
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