Blog about Art, Poetry and Prose

Blog about Art, Poetry and Prose

Monday, September 25, 2017

DONT PULL YOUR LOVE




Don't pull your love out on me, baby
If you do, then I think that maybe
I'll just lay me down, cry for a hundred years
Don't pull your love out on me, honey
Take my heart, my soul, my money
But don't leave me here drowning in my tears

You say you're gonna leave, gonna take that big white bird,
Gonna fly right out of here without a single word
But you know you'll break my heart when I watch you close that door
Cause I know I won't see you anymore

Don't pull your love out on me, baby
If you do, then I think that maybe
I'll just lay me down, cry for a hundred years
Don't pull your love out on me, honey
Take my heart, my soul, my money
But don't leave me here drowning in my tears

Haven't I been good to you, what about that brand new ring?
Doesn't that mean love to you, doesn't that mean anything?
If I threw away my pride and I got down on my knees,
Would you make me beg you "pretty please"?

Don't pull your love out on me, baby
If you do, then I think that maybe
I'll just lay me down, cry for a hundred years
Don't pull your love out on me, honey
Take my heart, my soul, my money
But don't leave me here drowning in my tears

There's so much I want to do
I've got love enough for two
And I'll never use it, girl, if I don't have you

Writer/s: BRIAN POTTER, DENNIS EARLE LAMBERT

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

FREEDOM




I am just a black man 
Walking around with a childish dream 
I recall all through life I struggled 
I couldn't get anyone in my dreams to see 

Slave to a corrupt political system 
Slave to employment without retirement benefits 
Slave to inequality and tyranny 
Every day I watched glimpses of my dreams die 

Whenever I walk out of the door 
I never forget a brother rotting in jail 
I never forget a mother sexually bruised 
A girl child betroth into early marriage

They say I am free because I have an education 
I am free because I found shelter in an orphanage 
I can afford to have a three square meal 
I can walk on the street without been maimed 

But every day I am scared of been intimidated 
Unprecedented policies depriving the people's need 
Like a congregation blindly addressed 
By a prophet with unquestionable misdeed 

This is what is found in the world today 
I could never be pronounced free 
Not until the day I take a hit 
Only a dead man can truly be free 

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Sunday, September 10, 2017

UNFLAWED






When I pull up a pen and sheet of paper
The thoughts that run through my mind
Literally cannot be defined
Despite memorizing them in my heart

Blood shed clotting my vision
Hatred caressing my mind
Tears of the lonely struggle
Weakness of a man with pride

No one knows what I have being through
Dreams broken; shredded into pieces
Tossed away into the sea to drown
An attempt by the world to shut me down

Watch me closely once your eyes are wide open
Like a bright light shining above the sky
My dreams and visions cannot die
Not as long I can spare a drop of breath 

Some call me hypocrite; some say I am a loser
But the end will justify the means
I don’t make promises I cannot keep
Who are you to judge me?

I could never get to my peak
The sun always shining down at me
In life, I could only beat myself up
Betraying the sacrifices of a mother

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