Glenn McCrary, 19 september 2012
Tones of depreciation eject forth estuaries of spittle
Causing unsought billows of panic
Why can’t society be more appreciative
Instead of dejecting them
And divesting them of criticism
Communication is significant
Yet people omit it’s qualities
Glenn McCrary, 19 september 2012
For a while I fancied revivifying our alliance
Though I have satiated the cavern
I take honor in the many publications and poems
That years and years from I will compose
Even though you are a dogmatic hellion
You shan’t shun the clasp of fame
Glenn McCrary, 19 september 2012
A role is fashioned for each of us homosapiens to portray
Though what if such a role ‘twas fashioned
by a fallacious organization of fabulists
Who decode billions of renditions of one monograph
for narcissistic purpose of monetary gain?
Naked fidelity shan’t be placed upon a hollow existence
Nor should verses be fibbed
Why can’t religion be real again?
Glenn McCrary, 19 september 2012
My bones take the shape of guitar strings
a genesis froths a sequence of irrevocable refrains
Like eradicated jars along the brink of some nameless beach
It matters not a damn to sulk in sour memories
When all they are adept of doing evolve into forthcoming tribulations
resulting in yearly scars as well as the razing ‘tis lifeless amour
Glenn McCrary, 19 september 2012
Treading along the avenues of iniquity
The downbeat of mollifying choruses alleviate my ears
Ambivalent logic scours my cerebellum
A frown composed of disdain surfaces
Whilst I seek a hero amongst such strange clouds
I covet to taste of the superlative pleasures ‘tis Mother Earth
Though I am left to contemplate when next my happenings
John, 18 september 2012
My poetry has taken me far and be on
when i was a kid
i had nobody to look up to
only but God
and my mom is another person who joined the fight
the fight for my freedom
so i can carry on
carry on the legacy
just like how track runners still carry the paton
see when i was 12
i had no self-esteem
My dad made me feel like i needed him to breath
i needed to attend to everyone of his needs
cleaning and sweeping under his feet
like a slave that had no reason for living
but it took me 4 years to realize that
i must attend to my own needs
so i started to write poetry
i felt like I had found the cure to my heart disease
so as i write my life in a poetic rhyme
spittin out my pain
going down memory lane
but see it wasn't clear like seeing a yellow brick road
this was a road that had so much to indoor
for my soul was permannently scarred for life
but i still push on hard throught life
But now i'm done with my self reflection tantrum
see i'm 18 now with my head raised up high
letting you know how to get around
the troubles that the world brings to you guys
and the lies they try to hide
see i realize that the world doesn't surround
just me
it surrounds everybody
for this world got more hatred then a
double stuffed vegetable pot pie
Like the gang banging in the streets
see you don't have to be a thug
for a bullet to go through your lungs
you don't have to be a thug to
get jumped while doing a grocery run
don't you see
we are the next generation
you know deep down in side
you have the burning sensation
plus the key to create
a well stand up nation
so can't you see
we need to put down the gaks
tell that trigger finger and hate level
to relax
so the government can't hold us back
behind their visible wire wall of law
For we are the next generation
we are like Hiroshima ticking time bombs
waiting to go off
all you need to do is
just set your mind right
get your life straight
because poetry
Thats what i serve on my diner plate
John, 18 september 2012
I’m a gospel arsonist,
My holy flame burns so bright it shakes the pillars of the unworthy,
Forgotten
For they know that the demon inside of me has been slain
And now God’s lethal weapon is here to change the game,
They thought hip hop rap artists
Can only spit a flow so sick to make them filthy rich,
Well I’m hip hop’s nemesis flow so delicious it’s like skittles
You just got to get a taste of it,
For God is my addiction,
I drunk from the venomous pits but now i ask for re-newness,
See I rhymed with repentance,
But now I’m saved
Now my evil thought are relinquished,
My body is slowly but surely replenishing my good intentions,
For poetry is my obsession
And the gifts it brings has doubled my blessings,
For Mr. Fantastic’s kind hearted soul has been resurrected,
I’ll be proud to give the devil a verbal thrashing
Give him a coma like concussion,
I was raised by the devil but now I’m Gods lethal weapon,
The devil gave me grief but God swashed that beef
Gave me a taste of victory for you see,
I was once a CSI cold case
My identity was almost erased until
God reopened my case
Gave me a new kind of faith that no one can take away
Plus gave me a new face helped me fight my case,
I’m a free man again
The load I was carrying has been lifted
The pain I held was also lifted
And if more comes
I will continue demolishing its existence
The skills I lost God has resurrected its presence
I have regained my freedom of speech, spirit if Langston Hughes
The power of understanding my surrounding like the great Maya Angelou
“And Still I Rise”,
I have the voice of a great leader commanding its troops
I also carry the name of one of the greatest men that ever lived
He paved the way for the one we call Jesus today,
His name was John the Baptist,
And with all that said I stand here now I give you my testament,
I will stand and fight back the demons of hell
Until God calls my name in the book of life
And tells me
My good and faithful servant you are welcome in my house
Peace is still.
George Krokos, 18 september 2012
So much of our life is wasted going after so many useless things
and later on we cherish memories or insights this usually brings.
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George Krokos, 18 september 2012
If obstacles always persist they’re like an unremitting obstruction
but when they go away or are overcome it’s a welcome deduction.
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George Krokos, 18 september 2012
What is it that's the most dear thing to your heart?
is it true love from which you dare not ever part?
Yet true love is union of the body, heart, mind and spirit
between all who are really human and completely with it.
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