Phat Poet

Rookie (Aug 27,1983 / Santa Clara, C.A.)

Sunday Morning - Poem by Phat Poet

Its Sunday morning
And I'm ready to shed the
Past weekends sins,
But this day is different...

So as I sit quietly
And pray for gods forgiveness,
What I did last night hits hard,
And I feel ashamed because
I know he bared witness.....

Witness to me drinking the devils fire,
And laying with women who's souls
Are dark,
And most of which have a black heart...

So as everyone around me is uplifted,
And filled with your love and spirit,
I'm ashamed to ask for your forgiveness....
But you stil give it and
Bless me with your touch,
I guess this is why I love your
Good graces so much....


Comments about Sunday Morning by Phat Poet

  • (2/19/2008 9:20:00 PM)


    Truth. Repent is all the Lord ask's. Most people hide it, bury it or put it into the closet. Good write. A true meaning, -black hearts-. Its amazing huh? :) (Report) Reply

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  • (2/8/2008 5:06:00 PM)


    Boy, that's a message you don't often hear. At least
    publicly. You actually got some rhyme in there and that's
    good. I like the energy of your writing. I bet you really
    like doing this. I don't expect you're ever going to give it
    up. Not that I want you to. But it seems like you have
    real genuine potential. I know that can be a damnable
    word but I don't think it's something you can't handle,
    so that's why I said it.

    Greenwolfe 1962
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, October 31, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 21, 2011


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