Walk with ME

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    Walk with ME

    What’s good Fam? Take a walk with me

    Just talk with me, try to see what I see.

    Don’t try to be who I be please just understand me.



    Listen to my tears though they will never appear

    Feel my heart pound as she grows near

    But it not because of love, just a nervous contraction

    Another one of my complicated reactions

    Unrealated to the situation but I can make it all connect

    Just like the random words formed in the storm above my neck

    A mental shipwreck, a sea of thoughts churning and churning

    Tossing my attitude to and fro while inspring learning

    Making me think on my own making decipher my life

    Making me look at every female like she is a potential wife

    Though I know she’s not right but this or that is alright

    And again I find my heart, soul and mind in a fight.

    Constant inner struggle everday this is my hustle

    This is why my emotions control my muscles

    But what controls my fate is the deep inner hate

    Of what I don’t know, I know you can no longer relate.



    But damn Fam, I got to thank you, I needed this walk

    I needed this time of quiet, we didn’t even talk

    But just your presence here with me while I fought within me

    Helped to bring me back and that’s a true friend to me.

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    FlameQueen commented on Walk with ME

    08-08-2009

    This poem express how you feel every storm has it time but in the end but the sun alway come out the next day.

    JadedJezzabel commented on Walk with ME

    07-11-2009

    i like your flow.....the meter of this piece was perfection and rhyme structure devine...........me and you park our cars in the same garage........and i'm a gringo.......who da thought. lol just kidding withcha

    tammiesmith commented on Walk with ME

    03-19-2009

    I really like this one.

    Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

    Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

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