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
Amazing bliss night wishes fray, Absolute hope for this day, For what no one can say, Destined only way,
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.
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.
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.
Eyes still and wishing, Sunrays on their faces, Grasp of set minds, Unexposed to a cold world,
Voice of many waters Served time like waiters Delivered for our offences Still being crucified
Make It Better
I want to be as free as the souls of those who left. Be even for a second then through faith in God find love and happiness. Through love brings conception, new birth is a blessing. Let us find peace always; stop stressing, over the little things in life.
I try to be polite. I try to fix my wrongs so that they look right. I see a cold world but stumble around in the dark for the light. I drive wreckless, my souls restless maybe I just want to see the pearly gates. I pray to God about my grandma you know my second mistress;
It goes my way my way, hopeful forever or the highway, when your head high people tend to look at you sideways. I wrote it during my class time. Memorable like the saying free at last. But some of us are not ready for that hertz so we live it up til it hurts. Wishing to make it might just make it worst.
Whether its at the store or in the street seeing so flawless can it be true?
Later that night I will probably see you as a model trying to win Miss Girl of my Dreams. I'm shaky still a bit nervous to speak my mind; give me time as my confidence builds.
Your face plaques me as I try to associate myself with higher learning. Conflicting thoughts are starting to afflict me.
Eager hopes of us having a strong affinity for one another.
All I need to know are you religious, slightly ambitious,