the soul reaches out into the blackness
that is space and time
death and rebirth
and searches
for soulfood
consumed with hands made in fire
like steel tempered in ovens of hatred
as love it returns more than was sent
as grace it ask for nothing in return
like Coltrane the beauty
screaming like death
is lonely
meaningless to all that think
yet
with the naked touch
warm to all that feel...........................................
2 comments:
nice ass or is that your face?
nah 4real nice poem nigga...........
keep up the good work...........................
Wow, thats really soundin good,,, i'm already starting to tell people your my friend...LOL.
BrianHartman
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