Learning To Climb

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Casually climbing to top a hill
Journeying to where I never been.
Hoping to find a place of peace to be still.
Putting my mind at ease, strengthing my will.
And hopefully not have to start again.

For as in life, to top a hill, there's many ways to climb.
There's the steady and straight. The quick tend to break.
Then, there's those like myself, casually strolling on paths that wind.

Praying that my legs endure.
For the journey never seems to end.
Excited, at first, because there's so much to explore.
Step after step, it loses its luster, not excited no more.
Just the hopes of a grandiose traveller experiencing a bend.

Realizing that, I could be off track.
Because I seem so far from where I want to be.
Much to far to turn back, and honestly,
can't fathom the thought of that.
I pick me a mark to get to before dark, a strong majestic tree.

Underneath that tree I stayed.
More than halfway to my goal.
Comfortable with its nourishment I became.
And happy with its daytime shade.
I lost the purpose I set out on this stroll.

I could be found,
years later all withered and gray.
Sitting underneath that tree, head slumped down.
Eyes focused on the ground.
Disappointed, because I settled for only halfway.

Lesson: Regardless of how you climb...don't ever stop.Doesn't matter the mountains you face, continue moving to your goal, the top.Once there, seek another goal to take its place.

~Flowriter

Thank You for being YOU!

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I’m not the only one that needs you by the side.
The devil is strong and in this flesh that is weak…I can’t find anywhere to hide.
So, it’s in you that I confide. That in my soul that you may reside.
Comfort me in the good times
and in the bad that I always seem to find.
Remind me of your love.
Embrace me with your touch.
Teach me long suffering & patience
And don’t give up on me, when I give up on me
And say enough is enough.
And LORD,
When my heart hurts and the pain doesn’t go away
Let it be you that soothes me
And gives me the strength for another day.
All that I have, I feel that its been lost
All that I held dear, like a thief in the night
They’ve taken away, left me to pay the cost
I know I have you
So, I won’t give up hope.
Many of us are trapped in satans rope, plagued by false truths
He tries to choke out our lives by tightening his noose
We need you to provide us strength and the courage to pull through
It gets hard sometime LORD
I thank you, we have you

~Flowriter

Think (kwansaba poem- 7 words, 7 lines, no words over 7 letters)

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All have sight, not all have vision
All have ears, not all will listen
All have mouths, not all speak
All have a brain, not all think
It's like a non shining street light.
It's like being a pen without ink.
Just staying in the dark. Blink. Blink.

~Flowriter

Fathom (Kwansaba poem- 7 line, 7 words, no word over 7 letters)

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Fathom a life with one true wife
No games or calling out bad names
Just pure love as if from above
mental and stable, normal and able...true.
Capable of dealing through the bad storms
Two loving bodies at night, staying warm
Nothing's picture perfect, but this is close.

~Flowriter

Flows just poet This

(Try this one forward and backwards, top to bottom. Then upside down, bottom to top forwards and backwards. )

Poets.
Come.
Shining Through
Embers bright, dark of Night
Light compelled, as well Misconstrued
Enhanced poetically, this witches Brew
Dance spiritually, artist of spoken words Chant
Back-ground, drums are lulling, fire around Circling,
Back down stamped hands, heads moving forward and back Jerking.
Hurting, the mind, while fingers still ...Snap
See I, is it working? Think so, Black.
Flow I Think?
Flows just poet This...
This as Just.
Spirit Creative.
Free.

~Flowriter

GIVE THEM TO ME RAW!!!

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I have a desire that can ignite a fire into a blaze of poetical flames.
It's not the lines or the rhymes that has my attention
nor is it the paper on the table or the pens position.

It's a hunger that I have inside.

I'm not proud to admit
That I have a need for it
My soul maybe strong,
but my flesh is weak.

I need
I want
I desire

FRESH MEAT!

And right now nothing else will do.

I want to hunt it,
capture it,
and kill it, too.

I can see...

ink stains on my hands,
ink blots on my pants,
tears of blood trail down my face,
and in my mouth there's a taste....like flesh baby!

I sense another poet lurking in the woods...
got talent, writing ability good...
gotta a style that's unique

I'm ready to pounce...

FRESH MEAT!

Here comes the ink...

ink stains on my hands,
ink blots on my pants
another poet down...met his fate,
and in my mouth, there's a taste...like flesh baby!

~Flowriter

Step Into My Flow

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I live in a place that only a poet would know.
Mesmerized by words,
plagued by verbs,
utilize nouns that are profound.
With my nose stuck in a dictionary
Getting my rocks off
That's where I can be found.

Step into my flow.

Even when looking into nature
There's so much more that I see.
I draw correlations between nature and love.
A necessary event, the nectar needed by a bee.
I guess the juices just be flowing in me.

Step into my flow.

I feel like a race car driver at the line.
Ready...Set...Flow!!!
My mind takes off
Leaving nothing but rhymes on the lines
My pen begins to grind and I got mountains of poems to go.
Whoa.....

Step into my flow.

Catch the rhythm if you can
Cause I know I'm getting cramps in my hands,
I just can't get the words out fast enough though.
I love this flow! It's fast and furious
Ain't nothing about it slow.
This is just the realm that I'm stuck in
The place I love to be...
Creating a rhythm with a rhyme in my mind
Expressing the poem in me
Putting it down on my favorite sites...
For the Art of Poetry!
Because I'm always down to grind...
Love to write and keep...
Poetry on the mind!

Step into my flow!

~Flowriter

Where I Aught To Be

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This isn't a vision of lost hope
Or misguided dreams
Not even of things that I've wished for
And failed to achieve.
It's the exact opposite.

It's the birth of new hope.
It's the vision of myself.
It's a new love for myself.
It's where I see myself.

Where I aught to be.

There I am standing on stage
Reciting my work, my love, my poetry
Flowing so naturally
For I am in my true element.
Not only that, at the same time,
I'm...spiritually giving back...
To those like myself,
that see themselves somewhere else.

That's... where I'm going to be.

Financially... secure.
Creating my own income.
Not dependent on anyone,
just that of the LORD.
Spiritually, financially, mentally...
Uplifting all those that HE places in my path.
Reminding them that, for them, the LORD plans more.

Where They aught to be.

Laying in my bed,
Sharing and giving all my love.
Not insecure, selfish, or self-centered anymore.
Instead, thinking... how can I please you?
What do you need, want, desire?
Basically,
In all my actions...
Becoming A man.

The man I aught to be.

~Flowriter

A MILLI

A Milli

Who dat is...
that can drop them lyrics like fire
You'll need a milli of dem poets
to compare to one flowriter
Take a second for me to drop it
Another second to make it flow
Final second for me to type it
It's the Flowriter show.
I create poems by the millions, a milli for short
Doesn't matter the subject
A milli here, a milli there, I put my pen to work
It's the pad that I hurt
Etching and scribbling all these lines of poetical words.
I can be heavier than a kilo, but just as addictive
You see, there's all kinds of birds,
I'm just the one with flow, lyrically seductive
Catch me on the go
A milli here, a milli there
You know how I do.
Pen up, paper down WriterSide Fool!(lol)

~Flowriter

Strength

Captivated...I've been.

Each day, soaring through the air,

gliding on the wind.

Just out of my reach,

I watched her.

Waiting for the right moment.

Acquiring the right bait.

I knew I had to have her

And she would be my mate.

I noticed that she admired the flowers on the hillside.

I gathered them, arranged them, and made them beautiful to the eye.

When she swooped down to see them,

I grabbed her as away she began to fly

She wrapped her legs tightly around me.

I could feel myself inside her, throbbing, and pounding.

She began moaning and grinding as she held on to me tightly.

No longer was she trying to escape.

I began gasping for air with each powerful thrust

coming to a climax as my and her essences began to escape.

Every since that day, she's been my mate.

Still flying over me, but never leaving my side.

She's my bird, she's my bride.



~Flowriter

Growing

Growing

I am thankful to He…
He who is in me and all around me.
And in my time of unsure ness and being lost…
So glad His guidance found me.
There is so much that I can say.
And to some it may sound odd,
because I give all the praise and glory…
To the Almighty God.
Who’s essence is pure and full of love.
Whom has taught me long-suffering…
And to seek the victory of Heaven,
And bask in the joy from above.
He has installed within me…
A state of peace, humbleness, and patience.
That keep me from earthly complaining.
In my time of troubles, sorrows, and sadness…
He’s gifted me the knowledge of understanding.
I know and now have the wisdom to understand the reasons for the pains of back then.
So, when they reoccur or I reminiscence…
I thank God for the growth spurt and say amen.

Amen.

~Flowriter

I've Been Hurt!

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I’ve Been Hurt

It started out fine,
Together we would spend all of our time.
We became more than friends,
And then…
You started to blow my mind.


I’ll never forget the day the words came off of your lips.
All the promises, all the hopes and dreams…
Disappeared with an "I love you" & a goodnight kiss.
Now…

I can’t feel for the ones that love me.
I subconsciously keep myself from feeling.
Because of the damage that was done to me.
I’ve been hurt.

My friends, they all tell me to move on.
I spend so many nights and days…
Regretting the fact that you are gone.
I just want someone to love, someone of my own.
Now…

I can’t feel for the ones that love me.
I subconsciously keep myself from feeling.
Because of the damage that was done to me.
I’ve been hurt.
I’ve been hurt.

I thought to myself, that I found the perfect woman.
Only to realize, she wanted me for what I have,
Instead of who I am.
Again, I sit and pray wishing for all of this pain to go away.
Now, when women seem interested…
All I can say is…

I can’t feel for the ones that love me.
I subconsciously keep myself from feeling.
Because of the damage that was done to me.
I’ve been hurt.
I’ve been hurt.

~Flowriter

Kwansaba Poem

Lost my memory but still self intouch
Given away my heart, broken by lust
Done all that I can to sustain
forgive me and forgave, still no change
How easily I forget, the pain remains
Sullen feelings and a strong salty taste
Tear tracks show proof on my face.


~Flowriter

LOVE

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Some think that I was created by woman and man

But I was created way before that.
My spirit goes way back,
But to understand the complexities of how I was manifested,
look into my flesh map.
Started as a seed, but wasn't nothing without an egg,
a place where I could grow,lay my head, breathe, get the nutrition that I need.
I became solely dependant on my mother.
Who was dependant on my father, to be a father, a husband, a lover.

You see, they had to become one for me to become....flesh that is
But, please believe that I was in the mist during the first kiss.
From the first time that they set eyes on eachother
And used words like forever and endless.
I was there...in spirit.
Before there ever was an "I" or a "You"
And the Holy Trinity used the term "Our" and "We"
I was created.
You see, I am love.
Before there was man,
I was in order that man can be.
And to make sure that he would continue to exist
In my essence, Christ was sent, that all, even sinners may be set free.
And its my essence that brings forth life.
And when man and woman create a union in my essence
An expression of their passion is created in the flesh.
A bundle of love.
Therefore do you see...
You are, because I AM,
And we are because of how we can be...
In love.


~Flowriter

Footsteps

What do you do when you tried all that you could?
Gave all the love you have?
And nothing seems to matter, still plagued by the past.
That's a glimpse into my life.
However, I haven't given up.
Although, others may have given up on me.
I try to hold on,
It's just that I think that they want to be free.
You see,
I hold no hostages and take no prisoners.
I want the love to be mutual,
it's just hard to find equal minded visioners.
So, even though I'm not alone, I'm alone.
If that you can understand.
If not, take it as the heart murmuring of lonely man.
One who is wishing that his wife desired for him to be her man.
And by my side, for her to stand.
Instead of her feet on my back...
Leaving trails of her footsteps of negativity
all over me.
But what am I to do?
No matter what I say, try...
I'm still wrong,
Only the LORD can pull me through.