Vent

by ThugPoet   Sep 20, 2005


Our worlds flooded in blood and twisted ideologies,
I'll stay to the end, even though I hear the after life calling me,
I cant leave with my people feeling caged and hopeless,
as the government does nothing, gentrifications leaving us homeless,
I'm like a child you see digging through the rubbish & trash,
trying to put my life back together regardless of the way you point fingers and laugh,
whats the past, if its embedded in our soul?
looking to the future, watching prophecies unfold,
families left broken, discarded like a used bus token,
leaving the door for the whispers of the devil naked and wide open,
f**k it, I've got to cuss, I'm writing to vent,
what I've seen has left me cold and bitter, totally bent,
how can I write about Hope, when the world shows me no promise?
try to seek comfort in my faith, and be thankful that Allaah gave me this knowledge,
but every things tainted, read in between the lines, to them, Truth is overrated,
what they teach is created, altered or innovated,
ignorance isn't bliss, even Christ was betrayed by a kiss,
what has this place come to where people are slitting their wrists,
replenishing the oceans with tears that our women have cried,
so I walk the streets with an army made of those of us who've died,
the voice of a poor man is where my poetry resides, some people run and they hide, but I confront all of the lies, calling to the elevation of the mind, pointing to the Signs scattered in the skies,
my pen is breathless, and the words are harder to read at night,
so I'll end this with a plead to respect each other and the the divinity of life, throw down your gun and knife, and pick up a pen and pad... and just write...

Thank You.

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  • 18 years ago

    by HOLLY ARMER

    Wow! Another outstanding piece truly telling it like it is! Well done, I especially like this part:

    "my pen is breathless, and the words are harder to read at night,
    so I'll end this with a plead to respect each other and the the divinity of life,"

    Awesome stuff, keep it up~Holly

  • 18 years ago

    by Kendall

    Holy shit! wow youve got some talent!

  • 18 years ago

    by Chelsey

    Thuggy! WOW!! What do you say after reading a poem like this one you have written...I mean I am actually speechless.....This is just amazing..what leaves me more speechless is that I feel the same way...I wrote a poem called "America's most asked question"...that talks about the hope of people as well..You just don't see it anymore...I loved this poem and its inspired me to write a little something as well! Wonderful write...LOVED THE LAST PART!!
    ~Chelsey~

  • 18 years ago

    by Andrea

    Wow
    your an amazing writer. this is one of my favorite poems by you i think. its so awesome.
    im gonna add you to my favorites, your a talented writer and i cant wait to read more.
    excellent work!

  • 18 years ago

    by Bill Turner

    Damn! I wish I had your talent. You are an amazing writer. I love this entire piece, but this part:

    so I walk the streets with an army made of those of us who've died,
    the voice of a poor man is where my poetry resides, some people run and they hide, but I confront all of the lies, calling to the elevation of the mind, pointing to the Signs scattered in the skies,
    my pen is breathless, and the words are harder to read at night,
    so I'll end this with a plead to respect each other and the the divinity of life, throw down your gun and knife, and pick up a pen and pad... and just write...

    Over the top! Incredible. You have a gift, keep using it.

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