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
Category Archives: Reflective
PERTINENT SUBJECT MATTER
PERTINENT SUBJECT MATTER A Cruel Intentions, MaNGOD Implementation Cruel Intentions~ Never watered down are the silent disturbances brought to thought as pertinent messages are visualized and a flameless fya is recognized early on because those Psychotic governors’ of the syllabus have toiled
Carla (feat. poem from Beyond Nursery Rhymes: Real Life Tales)
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
The Times Are Fake
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
This journey…
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
THE GARDEN OF GETHSEMANE
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
HER
She…..I, am a raging ball of fire An intoxicating, consuming, seductive, lustrous flame Igniting all who come across her…..my, path Some emerge warm and inspired Some delivered and cognizant Some cleansed, pure, and shining Others emerge burned and charred And some
Questioning Life Part 2
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
Alignment’s Realignment
i have been part of action’s course lived a sigh in recourse felt it smoothed out undisturbed so it is time high…. that i be granted my form of fantasy (one therein is no shame) a spell spelling out each letter of
My Backbone
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
SMOKE
Come take a walk with me on my earth Concrete jungle of my birth. Decorated side walks of people spit and pigeon shit. Gota blunt you want a hit. Don’t walk so fast got no where to go. The lost my job
Acceptance (looking in the wrong place)
No matter how you lament lie scheme snarl cry revolt sex birth abort re-birth make semblances of war or peace tear down old tribes raise up new morph into unfamiliar ways or any of the above Acceptance for you from them
Cup Of Cares
When I was a child I used to cry More than my share Creating an ocean Out of the “Am’s” I’d been since arrival Forced into Seclusion Thinking – Maybe I should’ve been Obedient To Assimilation To just be a complete
YOU STOLE A GOOD MAN (PART 1)
YOU STOLE A GOOD MAN (PART 1) She stood on the ledge of her feelings Ready to jump into the abyss of her pain Her insides screamed loudly like an ever going siren The diary of her story bore no ink This
Silent Mourning (For Kalief Browder: May 25, 1993 – June 6, 2015)
Soon… Under the ancient Sun Over my transformed Son A man offering a benediction Born of malevolence Will say ceremoniously – “Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…” Queuing the so-called Beginning to my end The end – marking the forever parting