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blackwisdom
05-28-2006, 08:24 PM
Life isÖ oommm
Hold up wait I know life isÖ. Aaaah
I donít know
Maybe life is everything that the world would show
Or maybe life is paying bills and dying
When I was young life was crying
Seeing Mom get beat in the head
Some say life begins when youíre dead
But others say that life is now and so is heaven
If I want to see what life is I tune into channel 11
Or maybe Lib
Assata said life is suppose to be free
But when I feel like life isnít loving me
Life can be harder than a tree
That just fell alone in the forest
Growing moss in damp areas before anybody saw it
Iím all for it, but itís confusing what it is
Well maybe before when I was small but now Iím big
And still small in many ways
Maturity doesnít come with many days
Or many years or many tears nor many beers and fist fights
Itís so much harder when you see it and others refuse to see the light
But from there perspective maybe we all are right
Maybe we all know the truth but get confused and want to fight
Life is Divine and itís in order when laws are found
Life is much more than this simple poem could ever expound
Or is it?
A woman is life when she gives it
I try to live it with a smile and a positive words trying to do good
But most of the time it hurts when my intentions are misunderstood
But itís all good Ďcause life isnít all peaches and apples all the time
I just hope that next time I see you weíll both be doing fine
Peace

Dae Ja Nae
05-29-2006, 05:34 PM
Life isÖ oommm
Hold up wait I know life isÖ. Aaaah
I donít know
Maybe life is everything that the world would show
Or maybe life is paying bills and dying
When I was young life was crying
Seeing Mom get beat in the head
Some say life begins when youíre dead
But others say that life is now and so is heaven
If I want to see what life is I tune into channel 11
Or maybe Lib
Assata said life is suppose to be free
But when I feel like life isnít loving me
Life can be harder than a tree
That just fell alone in the forest
Growing moss in damp areas before anybody saw it
Iím all for it, but itís confusing what it is
Well maybe before when I was small but now Iím big
And still small in many ways
Maturity doesnít come with many days
Or many years or many tears nor many beers and fist fights
Itís so much harder when you see it and others refuse to see the light
But from there perspective maybe we all are right
Maybe we all know the truth but get confused and want to fight
Life is Divine and itís in order when laws are found
Life is much more than this simple poem could ever expound
Or is it?
A woman is life when she gives it
I try to live it with a smile and a positive words trying to do good
But most of the time it hurts when my intentions are misunderstood
But itís all good Ďcause life isnít all peaches and apples all the time
I just hope that next time I see you weíll both be doing fine

Peace

maybe life is all things, few and far in between
from the first moment of entry, to emitting your first scream
the awful sting of a strange hand, a man slapping your backside
unaware of the significance of the tears that you first cried
being physically alive ... the beginning of deathís sentence
the feelings of being abandoned, defenseless and breathlessness
the concept is so intense, so inclusive of all things
wrapping your mind around the joy and pain that it brings
the foolishness of youthfulness and the bliss of itís ignorance
the perfection of your perception before losing your innocence
seeing through the shades of gray to the beautiful hues of blue
recognizing signs of her time while collecting her many clues
the knowledge of being used ... a small tool in a grander scheme
enduring her many lashes, having faith in the unseen
transporting to a land of dreams, mental escape from confusion
partaking in the serene, abruptly awake from illusions
the diffusion of this delusion that our leaders call peace
the infliction of senseless suffering of subjects stricken with grief
persecuted for your beliefs, the vain appeal of free will
subconsciously chilled to the ills of the amount blood that still spills
from being filled with desperation by the Concentration of the Aryan nation
to the silver clouds of motivation of slaves freed from the masterís Plantation
replacing the bitter cries of those whoís lives were despised
with eyes that are filled with pride and heads that are held up high
the inability to deny the haunting voices inside
unable to be suppressed no matter how hard you've tried
the unbearable burdens of man, the hollow ground on which he stands
the calloused hearts of those who refuse to lend a helping hand
the observation of conversations in relation to conservation
and the swollen pockets of corporations due to mass exploitation
the fictitious value of money, and rising cost of inflation
the joke of rasing a family on the crumbs of minimum wages
the sweatshop of America masquerading as a melting pot
believing status is based on how many cars youíve got
but itís all for not ... cause most of us are sadly mistakiní
that life is ours for the takiní, it goes beyond what we make it

Peace

ElusiveFugitive
05-29-2006, 05:44 PM
Life isÖ oommm
Hold up wait I know life isÖ. Aaaah
I donít know
Maybe life is everything that the world would show
Or maybe life is paying bills and dying
When I was young life was crying
Seeing Mom get beat in the head
Some say life begins when youíre dead
But others say that life is now and so is heaven
If I want to see what life is I tune into channel 11
Or maybe Lib
Assata said life is suppose to be free
But when I feel like life isnít loving me
Life can be harder than a tree
That just fell alone in the forest
Growing moss in damp areas before anybody saw it
Iím all for it, but itís confusing what it is
Well maybe before when I was small but now Iím big
And still small in many ways
Maturity doesnít come with many days
Or many years or many tears nor many beers and fist fights
Itís so much harder when you see it and others refuse to see the light
But from there perspective maybe we all are right
Maybe we all know the truth but get confused and want to fight
Life is Divine and itís in order when laws are found
Life is much more than this simple poem could ever expound
Or is it?
A woman is life when she gives it
I try to live it with a smile and a positive words trying to do good
But most of the time it hurts when my intentions are misunderstood
But itís all good Ďcause life isnít all peaches and apples all the time
I just hope that next time I see you weíll both be doing fine
Peace

Peace Wisdom, this is deep...profound content, leaves an imprint on the reader. Keep the ink flowin'

ONE LOVE
Elusive

blackwisdom
05-30-2006, 11:30 AM
Thank you both.

Hotep