A Pen Wrote The Funeral (June 2012) Poem by Stevens Cadet

Am I becoming someone your stranger too?
Making you wonder, 'has it brought out a better you'?
From new understandings that time has handed.
Fall in line, God has too have planned this?
Hoping you manage, but yet some go....
Guess you first have to be a fan of your own.
Until own every stable thought you've been on.
Causing your glow to grow in December snow!
While streets shadows start to show. Where's Angel Grove?
A child hoods own depiction of a character of two parents wedded in Africa?
Power from ranging far from haters that's filled with laughter.
Thinking you couldn't catch every thought your imagination is after
Yet you became the master of a tactic to be able to see those same ones claiming all your dreams as frantic own LIFE.....sinking like Titanic!
For paying attention to 'YOUR LIFE' so much their own is passing by.
When you talk to me look into my eyes
So I may see BEYOND THE BLINDS of your make-up!
Cause what's real is not the blemishes but where it takes us!
Learn to be a taker.....of every problem that came.
Walk out with positive gains & do more then just maintain!