Feed my struggle
Where I sleep tonight
Under a star-lit sky
Where my spirit crumbles
...
(Part one) Starry night
After all had settled
There was nothing left
...
A little boy cries
His father is gone
His mother has died
Their stuff on the lawn
...
Still, another one fades off in the distance,
Till her sails are seen no longer.
Where she'll go on her gentle push north,
I can't say,
...
Let's dream until we get there,
And carry hope with us,
We'll kiss the skyline after,
We taught the world to trust.
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I closed my eyes and cried as if the world is not enough
Then asked the stars that shine at night to heal us from above
Yet, in these dreams, we get to see if time can heal all wounds
For now, a friend is gone-my heart is missing pieces too
...
Your smile still holds the essence
Of everything I once loved and knew.
Your walk, your cool persona's quite remarkable too.
...
What of life my precious child,
causes you to push your little palms toward heaven
in hope to create freedom.
...
As if shot from a canon
I pressed against the wind
And my heart stopped in flight
For I was taken again
...
I am the reason you fell
Took that large heart of yours
and crushed it beneath my words
...
Her heart must feel heavy
Like granite
On the wings of a caged-bird
Fighting for freedom
...
We've been through far to many days apart,
Yet through them all,
You've stayed within,
The center of my heart.
...
We are but one storm festering
Gathering strength,
brewing up a fight.
We come with fist fills of mud clay proclaiming freedom.
...
I am as free as I can stretch my unbent wings from side to side
I am as tall as I can Dream
I sing of liberty
I am america
...
Love,
The reason I would die for you
Lives,
Gentle heart of mine don't break
...
Underneath your chemical skyline
Briefly
I remember
Dreaming
...
They say that love is a woman
The way she changes our agendas
The way she chases her ambition
Even worst than a man does
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Poet, War Veteran, O.S. Brooks was born in Washington, Pennsylvania on 02/29/1980 to a mother who is christian, and a father who is muslim. His older brother and sister were key to inspiring him to write, love life, and to enjoy entertaining others. He started writing when he was eleven after spending the summer with his older sister who was working on poetry and short stories. He often wrote on the same old typewritter his sister had in her kitchen when she went away to work. He often studied Langston Hughes and Gwendolyn Brooks. He believes that poetry can help an individual's mind, body, and soul. Proceeds from his books go to charity or his next writing venture. He writes about life, death, pain, pleasure, love, and the persuet of happiness.)
Ba-Mid-Dele(African Poem Translated In English About Hunger)
Feed my struggle
Where I sleep tonight
Under a star-lit sky
Where my spirit crumbles
If dreams could fly
Love would carry all
Above the hardship
Beyond this wall
The earth, our mother
She'd never cast a side
My people torn with hunger
Or let our daughters die
Just know that I
-Home-
Am a well of wisdom
-Home-
I set fears a side
-Home-
My courage brings love
-Home-
We cry hope and wisdom
Sometimes it's not enough
I've prayed for rain
While I've wished for love
This wall has spirit
It keeps out cold
We huddle near it
Its wisdom's, old
Our unsung story
Shows the world our pain
I'd build life up
With the prayers that came
But prayers are answered
Far and few between
My pride and I
Are but one great team
It takes us places
Far beyond the smile
It fills us up
With a meal once while
We eat when morning
Brings us food, first light
The little we have
We share with plight
The pail is empty
My tears have dried
The days are simply
Hard to bare at times
Just know that I
-Home-
Am a well of wisdom
-Home-
I set fears a side
-Home-
My courage brings love
-Home-