Some of these poems are inspired by Tupac's poems. But these poems are all from me. None of my poems copy anyone elses, So please do not copy mine if poetry is your thing. You may post my poetry on your site if you want to.
~Smoke~
To grow from beneath the concrete,
how difficult is the task,
Trying to breathe fresh air,
but in short quick raspy gasps
For one quick glance of sunlight,
a beam from beyond the clouds,
To shine upon it's pedals,
buried under dirt mounds.
But the rose that continued to push,
finally made it through,
When through all the rain and the pain,
others doubted what it could do.
With a new look a life,
when it rose it's brilliant head,
Giving off such a sweet scent,
it could raise the dead.
It kept a strong stride,
when others didn't believe,
But with belief in itself,
it rose from beneath the concrete.
~MONEY~
Money is the one thing,
all people can't ignore,
Money keeps cheap women,
coming back for more.
Money is the thing,
that hustlers dream about,
It's the root of all evil,
and greed is bound to sprout.
When you are out of money,
you can't get what you want,
The thought of losing it,
is always meant to haunt.
Money can bring trouble,
that is quite deep indeed.
If money's the root of evil,
I wonder what is the seed.
~When My End Has Come~
When my end has come,
and I can no longer be,
I hope there is no violence,
and that I go out peacefully.
I hope not for a murder,
a cold slaying in the street,
I wish on all wishes,
that I can pass on in my sleep.
To my friends and family,
those who were dear to me,
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free,
and I'm taking the path God has laid for me.
Don't grieve for a man who has savored much,
such as a hug, a kiss, a loved ones touch.
A burdone is not what I wish to be,
when people look back and remember me.
I hope tears aren't shed,
to make faces numb,
I wish only to be remembered,
when my end has come.
~Tomorrow~
Tomorrow is a reflection,
of what is yet to come,
Of what is to be next,
after this old day is done.
All the anger of the present,
will hopefully pass away,
To arise pride and truth,
to come in the next day.
Tomorrow is a mystery,
we guess at what it holds,
I hope it celebrates life,
and the lesson it unfolds.
~Tomorrow 2~
The rage of the night,
so much violence in the air,
Torn souls roam the streets,
because no one at home cares.
Struggling and searching,
to make it through the day,
They can't live check to check,
because street jobs don't pay.
To make it to tomorrow,
is their only goal in life,
But in order to do that,
they must make it through this night.
For some tomorrow comes,
to take the stress away,
But for them stress is piled on,
more and more each day.
Is there any way out?
that is the only question they have in mind,
Because their life is gone,
tomorrow has no treasures to find.
~Father Forgive Us~
Father forgive us for living,
for things we done from the beginning,
For a life of trying not to lose,
but hardly winning.
For doing things that weren't worth doing,
bad habits we couldn't stop,
For not holding on to you,
in this race to reach the top.
For doing things the easy way,
never choosing a tough road,
For learning not to earn,
but to have others carry the load.
For those who have seen the light,
and turned back to dark,
Not knowing how big a fuse,
trust in you can spark.
Please Father forgive us all,
souls young and old,
For now we know the truth,
and give you our lives to mold.
~Is Someone Watching Me~
I often seem to wonder,
if someone's watching me,
For when worst comes to worst,
I wonder what it will be,
Are there always mysterious eyes,
watching my every move,
Stalking me in the silence,
waiting to make it's move.
When I feel a cold chill,
run quickly down my back,
Is it only my imagination,
or wind blowing through the cracks.
Will it snatch me up fast,
will I put up any fight,
Will it take me by suprise,
and carry me off into the night.
I wonder if these shadow's,
have painted a picture of me,
Of the day when it strikes,
how resistant I will be.
Will I break down to my knees,
crying my last prayer,
Trying to get every word out,
in one last breath of air.
I hope these shadow's watching me,
are figments of my imagination,
But if their not, my next look at life,
will have to be reincarnation.
