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Magic in a Girl


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“I know who I am”, “who God says I am”

 

 

Elegant defined fingers know,
what hands were taught before birth
that ten year old feet thump
to a rhythm on the bass drum
and in sync with cymbals,
who God says she is.
She shows us who she is

by BT

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Posted by on September 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

 

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I am a believer


A man

I’ve never been here before
My breath catches
The sound races through me
Senses barely keeping up
The clock stops ticking
Words lock into rhythm
I can’t move
Then filled with rap fuel,
I eject into his sphere

My hands hold my mouth back
I know but can’t say
That I’ve touched heaven
Zapped by mighty power,
I rock with the angels
I close my eyes
that only see a man
When I know that I’ve met God

Thousands of Spirits
Jump out of dark suits
Screaming and shouting
Crying and sweating
Here we are one
We are in deep and free
He loves millions into his embrace
The music stops
I still believe

BT

 
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Posted by on July 26, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Why I Write (by me)


The King of Soul

The poet is a rebirth

I have yet another life

A surprise reincarnation

Big fears came to look me up

Sharp fear. Pulsating fear. Cold fear

A lesson that fear is an alien

had me intently looking and feeling

Naming fear, a first poem

 

Fear burst the dam

I live in a glorious flood plain

On the keyboard, I open a sluice gate

Occasionally I fling the gate wide open

Other days, its’ a slow deliberate swing

Putting out images and energy

Receiving pure and heavenly release

Beautiful words for ugly times

Rhyme for discordant times

Flow when things are blocked up

Always the power I may not have

 

Poetry mirrors my new face

Free, open and eternally brave

An exciting world with no borders

I’m the expert on all things

No one else feels or sees it like I do

Every day, poetry is my task

I will never be without a job

Poetry is why I learnt to write

Arranging words of deepest angst

There is no replica

Poetry is my heart print

 

Some words can’t be shot straight

They would knock a grown man down

He would give me a punch in the face

I weave words into a fitting cloak

Readers say that ‘there is something there’

Sometimes their hairs rise

Ovations and cheers have met my lines

Some poems are greeted by silence

That quiet, my constant mystery

Birthing a poem makes me whole

So I have new and special friends

Anto NeoSoul says am full of soul

I have no response for the King of Soul

My words live forever

I will never die

 

BT

(Why I Write by Kosal Khiev inspired this poem)

 
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Posted by on July 12, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Why I Write – Kosal Khiev (Guest Post)


Jailed at 16 for 15 years for gang banging and then deported from the US to Cambodia. Powerful stuff. He was on BBC radio (Outlook) this morning

 

 
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Posted by on July 12, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Spotted Giant


Flows so strong, he blows my mind
He rhymes back and forth
We don’t know if we are coming or going
The music pulls us
We touch the highest heaven
A 9th grader leads us to a brand new world
It will never be the same again
He sings that he’s going to kill you
Bend over and take it like a slut
Signing off with the blast of a gun
We are shouting, jumping and screaming
We don’t hear him crushing
Weighed down by ambien and vicodin
Greatly missed as he battles demons
He is back and he’s not afraid

Thriller from a different species
A white black man with a pointed nose
Sounds like a woman walking on the moon
Getting babies as gifts while loving Dirty Diana
Continents are awed by this bad man
He is too high and must come down
People look small coz he stands too tall
They wish the fire had burnt him to death
He must be having sex with children
They ask the government to repeat
He is having sex with children!
The deafening mob cannot fell a giant
Retreating to a cave with his white offspring
He licks his wounds until they heal
He has sold 50 shows in London
This is it
But a wound starts to bleed
The giant drops
There is an earthquake

BT

The thriller

He is not afraid
 
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Posted by on June 10, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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