Biography of Monica Lanier
A positive spirit infatuated with books, phrases, poetry and words.
Monica Lanier Poems
Pull the trigger, shoot me as I run From the phrases ricocheting from your mouth like a loaded gun So you say I am nothing, nor will I ever be Worthless and I am no one is how you just defined me
I'D Rather Be
I'd rather be One with a rebellious mind Entwined in a poets rhyme Going back and forth in time
Tumbling beneath the wings of destruction I vow to let nothing, break my grind I am gone shine, blow your mind Accelerate before I decline
She is the adhesive that keeps it together Tougher than leather Unpredictable like the weather Yet still, she is a sheer piece of heaven
This world is full of many different things But never underestimate the tragedies it may bring Life will present many different paths Misgivings, frustrations and mishaps
' I Am '
"I AM" Someone ask me who am I, and I replied, I am the quiet storm armed with a perplex rhapsody
A Second Chance
GOD in his exuberant splendor Rendered, me a second chance He outstretched his hands Whispering my child, just trust and believe in me
Troubled situations Turn into turbulent revelations So the blues has visitations On the worst occasions
Big mama sings out loud and out of tune. "Has anyone seen my walking shoes." Them shoes have been with me when I had nothing to eat. No roof over my head my home was on the streets.
So let me shoot you with a simile Like I am a bumble bee Stinging you with my verbalistic floetry of poetry Free falling willingly, crashing into reality
Just because I love you, I look away And try to dodge the pain you shoot each day Wounded I find the strength to move on Yet it plays in automatic rotation like a ole blues song
I See You
I see you A bountiful kinetic indigo blue Beautiful affluent and alive Do you see yourself?
Maybe it's something I am missing As I listen to your preemptive premonitions Wishing I could do it your way But I can't, so i stray away alone
Fly, Fly High
Fly Fly High Accept, affirm and aspire To reach higher
My People, My People
My People, My People
As shit gets deeper
Problems get steeper
Morals get weaker
Hope gets bleaker
While mute voices are the speakers
And negative images from the media, are the teachers
What is the resolution?
To this pollution, that clouds the mind