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
- The Rebuttal -new-
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.
Eyes still and wishing, Sunrays on their faces, Grasp of set minds, Unexposed to a cold world,
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,
Concepts of daunting wonders Imagine her imagine queen Standing next to me Should I speak up knowing
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.
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,
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
Make It Better
Forge ahead, to be or fake it,
Forsaken sons and daughters,
Twice the work, half the dignity,
Shivering with contempt, your honor,
Whose motion, swiveling red ink pens to penalties?
Who are you to state, obligate a nation?
Red: cards flags colors bloody causes to realities
Living just to bury our dead with rosy carnations