Kyle Carpenter
Gifts
Gifts
Exhaustion, frustration you may feel, but neva fold, neva weak-
With a backbone of steel, women of your caliber, help you neva seek-
Forever young and beautiful, stand proud of being unique-
Even when days are hard and bleak- you laugh and smile-
This can’t be real, I thought to myself after seeing my older brother who died nearly ten years ado. My dream started to fade, as I gave him the strongest hug I could muster. “Are you serious?” he asked, perplexed. I am, I answered as a tear rolled down my cheek. Awaken to a wet spot on my pillow, realizing that was the first time I ever hugged my brother. I’m lonely, but for the omnipresence of The Creator, Orisha, my Ancestors- I’m never all alone.
Engulfed by chaos, light is my mind-set inspiring and touching souls
A light glows- from death row my spirit grows- daring to envision and accomplish goals-
This is blessed
I want to take this time and establish a relationship, I'm willing to invest my time to creat a bond with a worth of value to our creation, one thing I can say its easy to create something but to make it last is the time that counts, we have the Will & Time?I hope ill hear from you soon make sure you put an address and return.
I want to drown myself in alcohol to numb the pain.
I want to breathe the smoke of weed as if it was air
To snap to of this depressive mood I am in and
Return back to my happy-go-lucky self.
Life between bars is a miserable place,
But if you know where to look, you can find a little grace.
So much pain, so many tears, it comes with the turf,
Passed down through the years, my loneliness swirls like a whirlwind of surf.
We all only have
This one life to live
To share with the world
The gifts that He gives
Each of us has them
Ever since we were kids
Forget about the past
And the things that we did
You're forever forgiven
From this moment forward
Forget your regret
And always move toward
Your goals and your dreams
As hard as it seems
It becomes a lot easier
When He's on your team
I ask him to bless
My pen when I write
And guide me through darkness
And into the light
"The Need"
I have fully analyze, examined and explored the self in I and I!
Who rely on an esteem that manifest from the core of her essence. Her essence!
Is the reflection of my deepest needs. My needs are her security It’s what defined her.
TRANSCEND
The lies were told to deceive
The evil-eyes prayed I wouldn’t achieve
Somehow I overcame
It seems as if I mastered the game
The money took away my friends
The sun graces the earth with its presences and the birds began to chirp. Morning dew slowly drips from the blades of grass, it brings another day while leaving the prior in the past. Giving us another chance, to build connections, friendships or even romance.
By; K'Meene Hubbard #511-276
Projection
Last night I made a vigorous attempt to throw a mustard seed over
The barbwire fences holding me captive at this present moment, to
No avail might I add however, the concept of faith forged itself into
My thoughts. Did a rose actually will itself to grow through concrete? If so ,can love (the kind that sent from heaven) penetrate
Deep enough to pierced those hearts dwelling in here? Idk. It is
Said that love is kind and patient but happiness is fleeing and
Dependant, it can be likened to a fever that comes and goes
My American dream has a low threshold.
I don't need much because I won't allow myself to want more.
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of safety.
All men created unequally with the capacity to breathe.
These truths are not self-evident.
My American dream is the nightmare of the original victim.
I exist by way of shackles and bars.
I feel by way of scars that the world pretends don't bleed.
This is not my promised land.
This is my cage.
I was born a hostage.
Before my first page was turned, before I knew,
When they burn them bridges down, they gonna ask for a boat
'Cause there's no limits to the greediness, no dedication to oath
900, some might turn into a pig because they see you becoming a goat
But I already knew the deal before I picked up the cards
LOVE
Love is not natural
Not like anything else we know
cattle die, kindred die, every man is mortal. but the good name, never dies, of one who has done well. cattle die, kindred die, every man is mortal. but i know one thing, that never dies, the glory of a great deed. the man who stands, at a strange threshold, should be cautious, before he cross it. glance this way and that, who knows beforehand, what foes may sit, awaiting in the hall. better gear, than good sense. a traveler cannot carry, a more tedious burden, than too much drink, a traveler cannot carry. the tactful guest, will take his leave, early, not linger long.
Come find me where the road ends. Underneath the common sky. Surrounded by numbers living lost in time. Where the clocks freeze behind steel doors, and locks click closed. Confined unwanted homes crowding. Come find me in my thoughts. Watching highlights of life replay, to an audience of smiles and tears. Forgetful years skip memory like stones across ponds. Holding hopes of not sinking before reaching the other side. See the sorrow of regret, Through the eyes looking back towards your soul. Cold yet warm in spirit. Enraged but calm in person. Come find me here.
Wrap my emotions in camo, like 90's "No Limit".
F*** 60 Seconds, Gone in less than a minute.
Turned my veins into corridors, Sobriety's Not Admitted.
Went To Jail, Went To Prison, Too Po' To Get Acquitted.
Not Sure Why Y'all Glorify It, Musta Neva lived it.
Once I'm past it...Never mentioned
No Glory, No clout, Just f***** good riddins.
I was locked up when Momma died, Too broken to Cry.
Far as tragedy goes, Done keeping Score
Shock factor played out, Just par for the course.
Sing, Sing, For Me baby...Let me hear ya pain
Not many words can be said to a tragic tale
That struck many hearts that were formerly veiled
To have the life of a man with a broken mind
Brings pain that becomes an irregular grind
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave in well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting holy s*#t what a ride!
Everyone left when I needed them the most
They made me feel invisible as if I was a ghost
Left me heartbroken and feeling betrayed
This time and cage even pushed my family away
My tears did me no justice so I stopped crying
These years in the system made even the truth start lying
No letters, pictures, visits, or even thoughts of love
Trips to the hole and fears of who I could trust
Women coming and going, making me feel as if it was me
Putting my all in it but in the end, still feeling bear
They say you shouldn't chase love
but what if love can't find you
Just seems to find me
I'm tired of her presence, a vessel so empty
The conversations, lacking the depths of situation
It's so easy to grasp the surface
Talking with no purpose
I think the real women took a trip
They left the earth for the weak
not to be confused with the meak
She stabbed my heart
I think the poison is driving me insane
because I almost liked the pain
my ex reminded me of my ex that reminded me of my ex
By now I’m in prison
My Spanish chic in her feelings
She don’t want me, she serious
As real as a drug habit
I’ll be back to sun shining
Darkest hour and still smiling
Born dark, one star, the wolf willing to become Allies with the sheep if determined to eat.
YOU'RE APPRECIATED
Wishing for someone so special, someone who can relate to another's pain, another's sorrow, another's fears, another's tears. Another's needs to be far, far away from here. Someone special who can listen attentively without being judgmental of me. Someone who can reciprocate the love she's given. Someone I can call my special friend.
Nothing is made to last forever
I ask myself what it means to exist
Are we created just to be destroyed
Are we all just flowers, promised to wilt
I often ponder and contemplate my own being
I'm dead within
My heart's no longer beating
In the abyss of my mind
My thoughts are like shadows
Devouring all my dreams
Leaving me with broken memories
They twirl and spiral into the never
A place with no light
The absence of forever
A beautiful death we all die
When the storms comes and tear your world apart. And forces you down on the most difficult path. Of all that you had, nothing remains. Besides your eternal hidden friend.
Butch
Mind F**k
by Mar' Tsunati x Marcus Chambers