Self Conscious
Ms. Insecure may I take one second to stroke your ego?
Or allow the voice of my heart to whisper to those tormenting thoughts and tantalizing memories in the back of your head and scream, BE GONE!
To the queen inside of you that continues to wrestles with ill wills of envious peers because they were not chosen to carry the throne, BE FREE!
Can I touch just one fiber of your being to somehow show my eagerness to ignite a fire within that once it consumes you, you'd know the glow of heavenly love
See, to the blind eyes and deaf ears of the ignorant and foolish, this majestic beauty you were destined to attain is contantly mistreated and misunderstood that you've only begun to think that you're misrepresented and all I want to say to you is that, "I won't miss it"
To Lady Fate, a diamond in the ruff around so much cubic zerconia that human nature allowed you to question your authenticity in the dynamic world of elements
You're so real...in the midst of artificial, and superficial that one's imagination must be heavenly to understand what it is to see the abstact manifest itself in the flesh of a woman
Breast and bones, blood and beauty, bittersweet is your definitive oxymoron
Lost in a language of euphoria and an expression of extacy when in your presence, your aura emanates and invites love
To describe an indescribable gleem that your heart illuminates and your spirit reinforces that a the hardest of souls, my poetry could not outline enough and try attemp would serve as a disjustice
Only God, the one and only judge of character would know how to weave chromosomes with spiritual DNA and grant this vessle with God genes
If the galaxy could stop and stand at attention and if the seas could tremble as the skies took a deep breath, I'd stop to once again interrogate this magnificent form of a creature and say,
"Mrs. Insecure, why are you so self conscious?
Heaven planned for you to walk this earth for a second on this everlasting timeline, free spirit and glamourous mind...
The reason why you, yourself is so conscious is because your being in itself is divine
Secure yourself in love and secure yourself in destiny and if ever asked what does a Child of God know and belief,
Just reply, It's that when you're created in His image, you see heaven when you see me
Rose petals on this paper
Admiring the truth,
Stains of hope across the sky,
Lady Fate, I pray you fly.
To the queen inside of you that continues to wrestles with ill wills of envious peers because they were not chosen to carry the throne, BE FREE!
Can I touch just one fiber of your being to somehow show my eagerness to ignite a fire within that once it consumes you, you'd know the glow of heavenly love
See, to the blind eyes and deaf ears of the ignorant and foolish, this majestic beauty you were destined to attain is contantly mistreated and misunderstood that you've only begun to think that you're misrepresented and all I want to say to you is that, "I won't miss it"
To Lady Fate, a diamond in the ruff around so much cubic zerconia that human nature allowed you to question your authenticity in the dynamic world of elements
You're so real...in the midst of artificial, and superficial that one's imagination must be heavenly to understand what it is to see the abstact manifest itself in the flesh of a woman
Breast and bones, blood and beauty, bittersweet is your definitive oxymoron
Lost in a language of euphoria and an expression of extacy when in your presence, your aura emanates and invites love
To describe an indescribable gleem that your heart illuminates and your spirit reinforces that a the hardest of souls, my poetry could not outline enough and try attemp would serve as a disjustice
Only God, the one and only judge of character would know how to weave chromosomes with spiritual DNA and grant this vessle with God genes
If the galaxy could stop and stand at attention and if the seas could tremble as the skies took a deep breath, I'd stop to once again interrogate this magnificent form of a creature and say,
"Mrs. Insecure, why are you so self conscious?
Heaven planned for you to walk this earth for a second on this everlasting timeline, free spirit and glamourous mind...
The reason why you, yourself is so conscious is because your being in itself is divine
Secure yourself in love and secure yourself in destiny and if ever asked what does a Child of God know and belief,
Just reply, It's that when you're created in His image, you see heaven when you see me
Rose petals on this paper
Admiring the truth,
Stains of hope across the sky,
Lady Fate, I pray you fly.
- James Waldon
What is Poetry
I really want to know what is poetry?
If I talk with an infliction, do the words i speak become verse
and i become poet
Webster defines the word poetry as writing that formulates a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience in language chosen and arranged to create a specific emotional response through meaning, sound, and rhythm
and every bit of that is true
but what of the poets
that write for their own sanity
because their only salvation lies within
the abstract constructs of their mind where the origin of their lyrical prowess rests in the abysmal recesses of their subconscious
too deep for comprehension
or what of the competetion hungry poets that tactically create verse knowing all too well they possess little or no passion for what they are saying
but are aware that subjects that tug on heartstrings resonate with judges
and now the melody of a perfect score rings in their ears
but i ask you, is this poetry?
is this person demonstrating a concentrated imaginative awareness of experience
or are they simply demonstrating the ability to please a crowd?
I can offer my own connotation of the word so as to give understanding of my position
Poetry is release
its my civilized form of screaming like a mad man
without the need for a psych evaluation
its the catalyst of progression
its my way of moving on towards the future so that the past doesn’t hold me back
Poetry is my crack
its the substance i use to escape from worldly troubles
when i decided that this was my opinion of poetry i in turn answered my own question and the truth is
its impossible to give poetry a definitive meaning
at least it is to those who see themselves as poets
your definition of poetry is just that
YOUR definition
poetry is as amorphous as imagination
once you mold it into what you want it to be
it ceases to be poetry and becomes you.
-John Preer
Phoenix Rising
This is supposed to be the land of the free and the home of the brave,
Well why are there still homeless people waiting to be saved?
I guess they must wait for the inheritance of the meek, sitting on the sidewalks as their bodies grow weak.
But some remain strong and stay faithful, like Ted Williams, through bleak times he still waited for his breakthrough
And you see who he gives his thanks to.
Moral of the story is to remain humble, and know that sometimes in life you will stumble
But a true hero is one who stands up, so bring on victory and tell defeat time’s up
-Jamael Owens