This piece contains a chunk of my past pieces. Truly there is an element, rich in averall quality, an adhesion that binds our 'shits' together when life is acting like a jerk...
CEASELESSLY SEARCHING
For a bundle of years
drunk with my tears,
like a ground so plain
gets intoxicated by the rain.
Torrential tears from eyes
as red as sunrise.
Several sobs from a man
born of an African woman.
The persistence of the pains of a poet-
an invitee to bitterness' banquet.
The continuance of a poet's sorrow-
Sorrow, down the bone marrow.
And the consistency of an agony
that experiences anguish's harmony.
No one can explain better
than my pen through this letter.
A serious search for happiness
through the world's wilderness,
has proven to be a hot hell
like finding a virgin in a brothel.
Lonely, I'll continue to lie
like a bleeding buffalo, about to die.
Till I find my mama or at least get a wife-
a ceaseless search for queen of my life.
