Hard Times In Delft(2015) Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP

Money


all round me the hunger for money
all up in me the hunger for money
maybe hunger is a strong word
or maybe the situation is that strong

Gone are the days when we ran barefoot
not carrying about tomorrow
now we only live for tomorrow
trying to enjoy every morsel of joy left over from the days excursion

See I got tired of dreaming and dreaming some more
I realized I'm not so righteous
I mean what you expect when you ain't never had it
Savy sounds of music and colorful frosty leaves free my scalp
pressure that bust pipe is held at bay if only for a moment or two
the more I grow the more I see that I am not meant for this world
this realization is so real that it laces every beat that my heart beats

Sometimes I sit in silence
trying not to think
doin my honest best to be numb
the kasi streets and their far off sounding songs
mix to give me a rythmic vision that I'm all but too tired of.

Nothing ever changes it's always the same
I ask myself mo Money
all round me the hunger for money
alre often than not
why an I here?
Why do I breath
why do I feel different then realize that I am no different
I answer myself and ask the same question again because the answers don't satisfy me

I ask again at another time only to realize it's the same age old question
why am I here?

I try to appreciate what I got and in fact I do as far as my human nature wills it
I pray more often than not asking for strength because my weakness is a constant reminder

Sometimes I feel like I know everything
sometimes I feel like I know nothing
is this what it means to be human?
To be bound to this flesh that cannot fly

I see broken people around me on a daily basis who look like me
except the hard hand of life as we know it has its thumb thoroughly fixated on there chest so that they can not move
They have excepted this pain and death
because they are only human and can only take so much
Why do they breath
why were they born

as my life has its own tribulations I am glad that I was not born them
they wish they could be me and flee from their bodies and host in mine
if they could run away from this planet they probably would
Oh how I myself yearn for the feeling
to be lost in the ether far flung of the universe
to reach what is beyond the beyond
to truly know SOURCE and bask in glory
to not know pain or fear
to know truly that everything will be alright

as I right this without any specific reason I hope I have the courage
to be honest with myself
and say something heartfelt without having to rhyme

Bound by time I do not understand
in times I do not understand
I hope to use this time wisely
so that I can look back at this letter to self
so I may have leverage over my future self

even now as I write i'm searching for a proper ending
no luck though.


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