Urban Geometry: But...

Monday, August 24, 2009

But...

Pushed aside unconsidered
Kept in silence alone
But for a word given
And not allow me to speak
I sit in quiet solitude
Beaten down and weak
For all I have to offer
Disregarded for others driven
I wait my turn in earnest
Beneath this box I live in
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

5 comments:

SandyCarlsonAugust 25, 2009 at 2:51 AM
This image and poem make a powerful presentation. The loneliness and sorrow are palpable.
ReplyDelete
Replies
AnonymousAugust 25, 2009 at 6:48 AM
A very powerful verse, my friend.. You make the silence, the forbidding oppression, speak out loud and clear.. superb composition!
ReplyDelete
Replies
AnonymousAugust 25, 2009 at 3:22 PM
powerful indeed
but, I believe
soon you will be free
emmpowered to speak
ReplyDelete
Replies
Luther James SpellsAugust 25, 2009 at 3:53 PM
I love One Single Impression!
ReplyDelete
Replies
PamAugust 25, 2009 at 5:51 PM
Such pain cries out in your words and image. Very powerful write.
ReplyDelete
Replies

Add comment

Shadow Of Desires

Conductor say sit right there boy
So I know it time to deploy
I see the man rolling down the isle
Looking at me and checkin my style
Now I jump to the ground
With a bone cracking sound
And run on up over to the big glass door
And spot me some luggage there on the floor
I reads the tags but don't know what they say
Ask the young lady to give me her key
As she turns it over and stares at my gat
I remember I must have forgotten my hat
So she see me and likely will identify
And I take her with me and off we fly
To the hood where she live and I leave her off there
With her eyes in my pocket in a dead cold stare.
I brought the bleach and used it to mask
The fruit of my flight; the proof of my task.
And there at the walk are two beautiful children
Who beg me to come see the the fort they are building
Into the house I slink quietly forth
Making sure to secure the big wooden front doors
To the kitchen I slip for some insipitation
And find this computer next to the gestation
Into the room bursts a beautiful sight
A young white woman clad ever so tight
I take her into my arms and hold her with passion
And slowly peel away her formal tight fashion
We lay to the floor, her head against the tile
I feed her my love as she rests for a while
Suddenly he bursts into the room
To find he has finally met his early doom
I fix him a meal of Luther brand Class
And beat his ever loving white ass
She awakens and I give to her again
A foot long of loving and put her in zen
We bask in the glow of wide eyed dead stares
While I hunt for the keys to finally declare
My freedom and liberty soon to be seen
And wipe off the prints and bleach it all clean.
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

Monday, August 24, 2009

But...

5 comments:

About Me

Visitors To My Crib

Brothers and Sisters of the Arts

Incarcerative Connections

Tenderness Beneath The Underpass

Shadow Of Desires

Warmth Of Man

Blog Archive