Biography of Alex Kenneh
The goal of an artist is to create a definitive work that can not be surpassed.-George Bernard Shaw
For now I write the world letters to better the young.-Common
Alex Kenneh Poems
I love her mind, but not in the slightest did I know her name. She was the blank face in my dreams. I always played the guessing games trying to find out how to approach her. Life may be a struggle. Sticks and stones do inflict pain. But the word rejection tore me apart.
Oblivious synapses, flashing lights, Frames collapsing, distinguishing nights, Born sinner affliction vindication, A Crowe picks at her brain, conservation.
Amazing bliss night wishes fray, Absolute hope for this day, For what no one can say, Destined only way,
Wouldn't trade this fireside chat, Or You on the balcony, more Beautiful than Juliet honestly, Remember the times,
Eyes still and wishing, Sunrays on their faces, Grasp of set minds, Unexposed to a cold world,
Aspire to inspire young minds to inquire, Statues, empires build up your desires, Rise from fires like a phoenix, Jesus is with us grip the crucifix,
Dad's promises couldn't make the cut and for some reason I only had a father when I looked up. My mom was all I needed so I can't afford to keep wasting time helping an absent parent that missed my childhood play catch up. Age twelve or younger a brother had big dreams of the oval office, balling on the court or the field, and being the ideal father; I never had when I was younger. To this day my oldest cousin stays honest with me. Whether she is encouraging me or disturbing my peace.
Concepts of daunting wonders Imagine her imagine queen Standing next to me Should I speak up knowing
Hardcore gamer viewing life in terms of levels. So I tend to ignore bonus points to reach the next level. Sort of like leaving Smallville for Metropolis. Extremely disciplined good game but I am still willing to settle. Deep voice added with me being black might make anything I say sound gang related. Grew up like Will Smith in Bel Aire don't make me hood or nothing. City of brotherly love is where I am from, but for whatever reason I have yet to see it.
And I Wonder
I wonder What I want will it ever be giving to me in this life? I am still fighting for the right to bear knowledge. I wonder about the one, you know created elegantly, like a very fine girl that doesn't have my time.
The silent night calls, resilent as I emerge. Silly ideas of skipping class or playing sick. Hard knock life been a month no books can't blame mom for trying. No loan, the government said she made too much; could you believe that. Faithful still going to Sunday school better believe it that is the highlight of my day. God is helping me pass my classes; feeling great as I receive passing grades.
A Better Man
I want to be with this girl cause she makes me want to be a better man. When we converse this girls' stubborness makes me laugh. Love is always expressing whatever is on her mind. She's beautiful, faithful and ambition entwined.
Voice of many waters Served time like waiters Delivered for our offences Still being crucified
And I Wonder
I wonder What I want will it ever be giving to me in this life?
I am still fighting for the right to bear knowledge.
I wonder about the one, you know created elegantly,
like a very fine girl that doesn't have my time.
But for no reason always on the mind.
I wonder about the roll call when the last call for Heaven going to come.
I wonder does quoting my heroes make me a different person?
Does wanting to be all I can be only mean joining the army?
If we don't explore we find ourselves