Dapper The Poet

Life is a parable, amidst the road to life, life seemed to punch me hard, When I  tried walking forward, the ground was too slippery and made me fall backwards. And when I tend to rise, it was all over misty, and so, my vision wasn't that good. I made a choice to be a runaway, hitting the road even when I wasn't supposed to, Crowded by emotions, slowly, with open scars, not even my skin could get hold of my shit. And so, I looked up to pull a fight for another day, I was shattered, buried in an asylum of destruction,  depressed, dumb and broke, I was young but already aging, in the midst of the night, I was that son of fate who was writing his will. Shattered, a life that was scribbled inside out, at no point was I able to account for where I was coming and where I was headed. But every time I put my hand on my chest, the heart beat ignited a larger than life attitude. Just then, when I was headed to death valley, ready to let it burn, Yes, a she came al...

I was born to be a saggitarius but nature turned things around Ousted on earth amidst two unwanted The mother,well was a maid. Whom was hit wrongly by cupids bow for a man cursed to drunk. I shall forget to smile that i stand upon thy corpse,remembering how i loved thee. And ill try to have thee scribed on all three hearts. The clock struck death on our mothers bossom Yes, our mother!!! There those violent streets delights have estactic ends for only the night. And in the taste of a better life i sought of a couple who traded slaves, and gave me a roomie. A bird i killed one night. I was a sober suited young. Loved one minute, mistreated and harshly disciplined the next. According to my master's mood. His wife was silent, she did not care, she was not my mother. I always sat at night in my Harry porters cupboard writing poems for a woman i would love. My first poem was cursed to roam the bin in pieces like Cain from the holy book. Farewell virgin poem,i know we s...

Click here to view dappers poetry I take it slower but every phase is turning its back on me I strive for happiness and it only comes back collapsing on me Shades are more impunitive materialistic chauvinistic Simple ain't simplest. But again the hardest task easy as ABC We don't struggle in the curicutters of life but only pretend to see The worst is out carefully picking the best and living these worst pieces to the meek Shut the doors, close the windows but let the vents wide open Cultural stupendous fallacious structures of seamlessly translatables fables shouting out loud Pain, lock out, darkness.  A sum of my eyes records bring out a delirious finding  A climb on a watch tower and spread the view and spectate Or take the bull by its horns and pin it down, Mexican cowboys charms won't work Out of ten stars I give you three Noo two Life is never sweet no one said it will ever be, let's create our fate Grind on the diabolical a...

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                                                          Maya Angelou had a broad and distinguished career both inside and outside the literary realm. She is most famous for her work as a poet, memoirist, and civil rights activist, working with Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. and Malcolm X. She also worked in entertainment, as a singer, a dancer, an actor, and a director. Her poetry was inspired and informed by her life and work, and this personal connection often made her poems profound and powerful. Over the course of a career spanning the 1960s to her death in 2014, she captured, provoked, inspired, and ultimately transformed American people and culture. The following eight poems—presented chro...

Full of talent But cant make ends meet Qualifications are all met But the job you do not fit What again is neded? Yet the quacks have succeeded Is it money? Soo sweet than honey It flows in our veins Eats us up all,no remains With no conections your end begins It is that money that reigns Ooooh corrupt me! Elsewhere i deserve to die But here i walk shoulders high We control the economy Transparency is just a philosophy Subjects cry but it is the obvious We do not care the previous We the boss Subjects get the loss Thats me No blasphemy I wont interrupt For i am corrupt Africa is my name That is my game            ©PHYLOPASTHEGREAT2018