WAR CLOTHES
WAR CLOTHES A Collaboration by Lion Eagle Mahatma Poetry and King Lion MaNGOD Mahatma Poetry~ Against all odds or play for keeps……….. He said he could beat this as if it was the right thing to say to a circumstance which now
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WAR CLOTHES A Collaboration by Lion Eagle Mahatma Poetry and King Lion MaNGOD Mahatma Poetry~ Against all odds or play for keeps……….. He said he could beat this as if it was the right thing to say to a circumstance which now
Unrecognizable I don’t recognize me Not even in the light of the sun Can I see beyond the distortion Their lies Have become My truth Their perception, My mirror They no longer throw stones In replacement Heavier artillery, Hollow point bullets Piercing
Carla I remember when I first saw her, I had prejudice written across my heart I had already formed an opinion about who she was And what she would be to me She didn’t’ even appear as all the rest, I ignored
Freedom is not real You tell yourself it is But your mind is a prisoner Formed by where you are Good thoughts, bad thoughts Haunt your reality Your humanity is an illusion Do you truly care for the people you claim you
* YES * With Thighs dipped in Dyes of Henna Design, Eyes of Black Kohl, like polished Rubies with Crystal Shine, Skin of Silk, Soul, and Satin, like Butterfly, Kisses on your Collarbones, Hickies on your Heart is enough to make your
This journey… Lately… I don’t know who shoes I’ve been wearing, Because this journey doesn’t feel like mine Each step I take seems to be a waste of time… Damn near going crazy… Feeling uninspired, and downright lazy Unmoved… nothing seems
SELF INFLICTED floetry by MaNGOD I wouldn’t quit, tho all signs showed I was a candidate, karma getting My whole life twisted, Teflon Don thought process, couldn’t nuthin’ touch this well into OG retirement Then like this drive by it hit,
THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE floetry by MaNGOD My ashes would be pleased to rest in The Garden of Gethsemane where the Virgin Mary’s buried At the foot of the Mount of Olives, My assumption My GOD is in Me, My dormition would
Questioning Life Part 2 What if you were mute to the living world No one understands the coding of your language, Although your energy comes through waves, Your value is taken lightly The wisdom embedded within has been forthcoming And yet, no
My Backbone He was my backbone… When I was strengthened in his love, The world had no reaching’s on me I was protected by his shadow No one could ever come close And my heart guarded him Protecting the protector And somehow
AFFIDAVIT floetry by MaNGOD We submit into evidence, you’ve been charged with slavery posing as a country, conspiracy to enslave My constituents permanently or be subjected to a death penalty You stand accused of the crime of capitalism, a vile and insidious
Why I spit? They say I have word play Naw I just let words play on white sheets and keyboards Like kids on playscapes Wild and free Raw like open wounds Waves of mental peroxide Pour it on, First, it foams
Let Me… I’ve always been there for you, But you never really let me And although you know I’ll never judge you, The fear that I will, it is apparent But I’ve learned years ago, That you can never understand a person’s
Fear me you labeling society; for I am not what you think, I am the one person quick to check your hateful ways, put you in your place, making you feel embarrassment and disgrace. I’m NOT the one to waste time sitting
What’s On Your Mind? Please… May I have a minute of your time… I want to know what’s on your mind Paint your thoughts to me, While you allow a true portrait of you to be seen, I want to know what’s