Sunday 9 June 2013

Share but please don't steal my work

As soon as I started sharing my poems on fb, I knew they were good, as people were concerned about the fact that others could steal my work.  I believe I have a message to convey, this is my message.  I just want my work to get out there.  Also my poems are from a very personal view point, my point is if you haven’t experienced it how can you claim it as your work,.  Every poem I have ever written I know the background behind it and how it took shape form and came about....

posted fb 08/06/13


#128 These are My Poems

You scripting writing whore
You take my words and make them yours
Is it that easy?
You take you take
I still produce more
You try to explain
What you were feeling
You are a parasite
You live off others
You have no feelings
You fabricate an explanation
Of how these words came about
Liar! liar! thats what I  will shout

Tell me how you wrote those words?
What came first
The hook?
The rhyme?
Or the verse?
What were you feeling
What pain were you going through?
What wound so deep
Scar so sore
Tell me tell me tell me more
These are symptoms of healing
They are not your words
They are not your rhymes
These are my poems
This is my life
I live and breathe poems
Both day and night
Put down your pen
Stand back from the mic
These are not your poems

They are mine

What if he Isn't The One???

This poem started as a muse about relationships, then went off on a tangent.  I am an artist I had to allow it to take it's natural course...



posted fb 07/06/13

#127 What if he isn’t the one

What if he isn’t the one
And we’ve made a mistake
Spent our whole life’s getting it wrong
What if today was the beginning
What if today was the end
Wouldn’t you want to know
You got something right
Not everything wrong
All that time singing the wrong song
Praising him when it should be she
After all she was the chosen one
She was the one bestowed
Selected from everyone else
For such an important task
Why her? this is the question
We should ask
She raised the son
Allowed him to become
All that he was able to become
Yet we praise and glorify his name
What if he missed the point
Oh what a shame

A lifetime praising the wrong name