Jolomi Amuka Poems
- Curse Of The Black Gold Betwixt the firmament, and light's ...
- Do You See Me It's 3: 58am in New York city, My pen ...
- What Are We Fighting For? Since meeting you, I have ...
- Singing Shadows Chained neck, I'm your wounded slave, ...
- Africa 5years and a couple thousand miles a away, Africa ...
- Note To Self I found your earring on my bedroom floor, The ...
- Hydrate Or Die? Hydrate or Die, Stay strong or cry, What ...
I was born,
To act, and sing,
To dance and speak.
To write and re-write my play.
To inspire a young mind, just for a day.
For someday, when time presses play,
And the movie reel begins its clockwise rotation.
I will know that I had directed the Feth out of this picture, called life. more »
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Curse Of The Black Gold
Betwixt the firmament, and light's unerring speed;
Eros cries foul.
His quiver quivering
As greed mocks his valiant attempts with a rebarbative roar.
Broken slings, misplaced stings, lost wars-
And former triumphs becoming mere shadows of what once was.
The curse of the black gold,
The magical straw with an unending hole;
Nostrils flare wide, eyes bleeding red-
With an impeccable lust for domination.
Poisoned by familiar blood,
Bled by the enemy's son.
Now his head, a bountiful bounty,
Should someday a favor be required.