Some things are worth
Too important to
Allow someone else
Especially one who’s
That he could overlook
And mother’s tears,
Then murder what she created
And nurtured for years,
So no longer am I
Shedding yesterday’s tears,
But all the fears
That’s held me back for years,
No more peers,
Pressuring me to do what
I don’t wish to do,
Because I found a
Vital piece of me,
What about you?
The love in my heart
overwhelms my mind,
to the point my visions
blurry so I can’t see the line.
One that separates
Friend from foe
& lets me know,
When to hold on
or when to let go.
faded memories of love
The love I once knew
is ignorant to you,
real as penitentiary steel
w/ a zeal that’s hard to feel
plus a light you can’t kill.
My loves been put to the test
w/ consciousness under arrest,
but internal conflicts I had to address,
knowing it’ll bring about my best.
I sit back and watch the rain fall slowly as I write these words.
I hear the undeniable destruction as the thunder hits its victim.
I’ve decided against being a victim so I look for a place to hide,
Only to find there’s nowhere to hide.
I must now use my mind to circumvent the destruction.
While thinking of a plan, the lightning attempts to distract me.
But I instead helps me to see through the debris.
I notice an underground basement door,
So I decide to go there to get my thoughts together.
Thinking I’ve beaten the rain, I can’t help but
Notice the wet spots that splatter the page.
I look up but see no holes in the ceiling,
giving me the impression that I’m hallucinating.
While searching for an external answer
I’ve found the answer is within.
The dark clouds above are not dark clouds at all.
They are the painful yet true memories that stain my brain.
And the destruction I attempt to circumvent is
the destruction of the Texas death penalty.
The lightning that lit up the sky allowing me to see wasn’t lightning,
it was the small but very helpful knowledge that I acquired.
And the rain that slowly fell down and splattered the page,
This was the pain and frustration being released
after being repressed for so long.
These tears that run down my cheek are alive,
They scream…loneliness, betrayal, distress.
But the words that were smeared on the page by the endless tears
weren’t words at all.
They’re reflections of myself in times of need,
discomfort and anguish.
They are my painful reminders of reality,
they are windows enabling you to look deep into my mind
and heart to see me for what I am; a human.
From State To State
Change your mental state
And try to elevate
Reach another and try to educate
Slow down, sit quietly and meditate
So the distractions you can eliminate
While rising to a higher state
Some may say, “This aint real”
Cause they want to hear murder, murder, kill, kill
Like an action book labeled thriller,
But this is real,
It doesn’t get any realer,
Than reality in the form of poetry
From me it’s flowing free,
Knowledge seeds grew the wisdom tree
That’s been a recourse for me.
Using adjectives, nouns and verbs
The words that’re spoken are spoken words,
Research for yourself,
Don’t just believe what you heard
Just to set the record straight
These are things I contemplate
But if you can’t relate
Allow the realness to penetrate
As you travel to another state.
By Ker’Sean Ramey
How does it feel to be isolated
And deprived of life’s bare essentials?
Enduring pain that exceeds emotions
And is far beyond mental.
To most, these feelings are exotic
And may never be comprehended
I attempt to evade them
But I’m always apprehended
While confined to this cage
The psychological ability is tested.
Will I pass? Or will I fail?
Will I succumb? Or will I prevail?
One cannot say ‘cause only time will tell.
Some do not realize this is not a movie/e-book,
Nor a song with a hook.
The feelings I entertain are real,
And so is the concrete and steel.
Though the emotions are abstract
And the pain is on the inside,
My tears are tangible
As they slide slowly down the left side
I refuse to believe this is an illusion
Or my situation isn’t real
But what I don’t refuse,
Is to open up and let you know precisely
How I feel.
By Ker’Sean Ramey