Lawerence Mize, Sr. Poems

Born in a place
that no longer exists.
Life's been a blur,
a long lonely trip.
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Mind's busy
Things to do
Worried about the order
Looked up, saw you.
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Where lies the sleeping man?
The one gone to war and back again.
Back in dreams so vivid and real.
Of faces floating free and clear.
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Warm Rays of sun...Shinning
Through the venetian blinds
Lazy Sunday afternoon
Nothing to find
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Homicide's keep coming
Quick as one, two, three
Thug's were given the city
Cops had to take a knee
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Shootings in the day
Shootings at night
Welcome to Baltimore
Be careful with your life
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The schools are failing
City schools are a mess
No more cursive writing
No more being the best
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I stand alone
Lost in my thoughts.
Think of all the people
I've loved quite a lot.
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A poem is no good
left in a book with closed pages
it needs to be circulated
shared down through the ages
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Know how it feels
To be alone
To suffer in silence
In a chaotic home
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