Peacock's Poetry Place
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09.11.01
Crumbled concrete covers the ground
Sounds of sirens muffled by headfuls of why
A symbol of peace in an ignited mound
Thick clouds of darkness inhabit the skies
Thousands of fallen faces parade through my mind
Leaving space more vacant than a room of Amontillado wine
For the love of God, their thoughts as they watch the situation unwind
For the love of God, their thoughts as they piloted their suicide
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A Rhythm So Divine
(co-written with Chris Brown)
A rhythm so divine behind an unknown tune
The music flows like wine from a goblet moon
Pouring first into morning, then late afternoon
Through a shivering December into a sweltering June
People pass with unfulfilling glances
Eyes intertwined in meaningless dances
She prances among wolves with such character trances
Disappearing into a thick forest of lost chances
A rhythm so divine gently fills the air
Standing alone in time beyond compare
Newborn emotions from deep within we bear
Surface and emerge in an empty stare
Take time to listen, no thought to consequence
Summon all reason and simple common sense
Kindly request silence from the ladies and gents
Step into the light and accept all comeuppance
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A Whisper Is Heard
The wind whispers over the tops of all life
Carrying with it years of hopes and dreams
A fog so thick, easily cut by knives
But through each droplet a ray of light beams
Through the streams and rivers a steady flow teems
And in the snow-capped mountains a whisper is heard
Wild horses run carelessly it seems
But through their gallops still a whisper is heard
In a thick rainforest the conversations of birds
Twist their way through bushes and vines
Throughout the jungle a whisper is heard
Yet none stop and take time to reply...
Maybe one day the vastness of its presence will be felt,
One small whisper dying to be heard, endlessly whispering "help".
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Another Blank Page
(co-written with Kevin Adams)
an ageless moment
where time is only measured
by the mind's candle melting
a desperate poet
with prose his only pleasure
resting upon fist, a frail being
another blank page
stares back with such a glare
limitless possibilities within a canvas of words
withholding unending rage
a stoic expression showing not a care
suddenly thoughts come together, charging in herds
word play balances these lines
destination is to suspicion
like yesterdays with no pardon
complimenting confluences residing in rhymes
ideas are to my pen
like tomorrows with no warning
an inevitable trip
into caves of phrases in the mind
mental spellunking discovers all that's deep within
subconscious slips
pouring out emotions for all to find
elation, frustration, angered actions led to sin
slowly these sentences turn into insanities
dark silhouettes, sharp as razor blades
splitting through wrong and right
venture into these vanities
mirrors reflect the hazy shades of gray
until stars show your remnants flickering in the night
such an endless flight, dodging through the winds of despair
you can only catch glimpses of what you used to be
feet wet from standing in a puddle of guilt
though dropped gracefully from stern gusts of air
only to land dead center in the things you refuse to see
confused to see such sticks and stones a man's life built
and surrounded by these walls that have left you at such a distance
you still feel the cruel embrace in the whishpers that the slamming door exchanged
realizing it's your tears saturating the bottoms of your soul
drowning in this innocence, finding no one else to blame
reaching out from this swallowing madness only to fall further down your spiraling hole
further into such a darkness, you can only see black
rushing fluidly through a tunnel encasing the pain
undeniably dropping into your custom-made cage
your claustrophobia aware of the sudden space you lack
a distant glare catches those eyes you'd thought surely insane
you flow onto an unending sea of purity
as your darkness caresses the page
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Athens, GA - 10.27.01
Unturned pages enrage a simple mind
Behind empty walls lies the content of dreams
Can't find the words hidden by thoughts resigned
What flows from the pen isn't always what it seems
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Kings and queens sip royal tea
Colored light brown, hues of forgotten simplicity
Righteous men boil leaves of earth
Grasping ideas instilled with birth
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Frozen Words
A cold wind freezes my words as I speak
Thoughts stand before me for my review
True lies, despised as I reach anger's peak
The surface of her eyes an astounding blue
Frozen inside, these words I can't speak
What's finished has now just begun
Not even a breath as I reach silence's peak
I sit alone watching the rising sun
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I Could
I could write my words on paper and leave them for you to read
I could sit and play these notes until my fingers began to bleed
I could sing of all the good times and hope you'd leave the bad behind
I could serenade your soul, I could try to ease your mind
I could catch each fallen tear when all that's left to do is cry
I could tell you that I love you or you could look into my eyes
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Mixed To Grey
Branches sway with the rhythm of the everchanging winds
Raindrops fall keeping a steady pace
Into a cloud covered sky the surroundings blend
Mixed to grey, the skies win the race
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One Single Falling Cent
He thinks of her as he slowly tosses his last penny into the well
Her lips, her eyes, her thoughts, her mind, her love, her faintest smell
He wishes with much optimism, for he knows when some things are meant
Placing all of his thoughts of her on one single falling cent
He stares deep into the well, watching his dreams descend so deep
He thinks of her as he ponders great advice of one good night of sleep
"However could this wondrous girl appear in such a flash?"
He turns and leaves to dream of her to the sound of his wish's splash
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Sleep Well
Sleep well,
Tomorrow is a lifetime away.
This world is yours, you are the Creator.
Let there be light.
You're in a room with her,
But it's not really her.
"I'm not sure who she is..."
A pale moon highlights her eyes.
She leaves and light follows.
Your chest is heaving.
"I can't take it."
Darkness.
Light returns as the alarm ends your life.
You're in His world now.
"I'm not sure who He is..."
Bright sunlight highlights your eyes.
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The End
The rebellious rain leaves the grasp of the cloud
The speed
The freedom
The wind
The rain silently cries aloud
The ground
The impact
The end
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The Wind
(co-written with Chris Brown)
The wind gracefully carries the sound of the land
Captured in the grasp of an overbearing hand
Heard by lost little girls as they dutifully play
Their minds do wander but the sounds never stray
Although the wind is swift, the sounds still linger
Captured and drunken by the tip of a finger
A marvelous composure of the grandest scale
Snagged from the tempo by one single nail
Knowledge and power accompany this drink
Every last drop fills the cup to the brink
As the girls continue dancing, the wind begins to moan
The sounds briefly stagger then the wind carries on
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(co-written with Kevin Adams)
Ripples interrupted by stoic embraces,
10 million faces racing to no finish,
Rolling waves diminished to trickles
That tickle the surface with a slow massage.
A barrage of October, a mosaic of season,
Forms a collage with deceiving roots of mirage.
The surface and what’s real
Take up lodging in a mental two-car garage…
Ripples interpreted into interrupted rhythm,
Sun sets and rises, burning on two horizons.
Where sure faces are surfaces fortifying with lying eyes,
Disguising the denial within.
Crying. Yearning to be forgiven, arms raising,
Praising to be delivered trickles of giggles.
Tender remembrances of cool tears in whisking leaves,
Contorting orange innocent trees of early winter bliss.
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Talk so small it finds its way through the cracks in the floors.
He pours another round with hopes of keeping conversation lively.
A familiar sea of faces.
The tide rolls in and comes crashing upon my shores,
Only to roll back out as the last rounds drown the night.
Now I'm free..
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Humming tunes in hum-filled rooms
Skipping stones on polluted waters
Saving stacks of quarters in order
To purchase your next fast-food meal
Brings a strange chill to my soul
Realizing people's hearts so cold
Shuddering at what the future may hold..
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Such a warm comfort brought on by candlelight
Listen to that hornman blow
Legs crossed, sitting on the floor
Head back, letting your mind take flight
Swooping, soaring over the tops of all life
Wax drips beneath the soothing glow
As fingers bounce upon that upright
Body follows thought into the depth of night
dedicated to the 1005 North Pearl Association.
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Unchanging relations between nations leave doorways closed
Centuries of struggle in the name of their Gods
Only to find the resolution lying just under their nose
I suppose that through war, man feels secure in himself
Gaining justification because they're fighting in His name
Absurd that millions more will die before reason is pulled from the shelf
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Leafless branches embrace a darkening sky
Frail arms reaching for one last breath
The horizon consumes the sun, yet leaves a chandelier behind
In pale moonlight the mighty oak is laid to rest
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A single ring encircling my whirling finger
As my pen lingers over this page
On a circular table, pondering my next fable
Embracing the thoughts of my age
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Poetry is the torch that brings me through the darkest of times.
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4 AM can't sleep
Every breath sweet, more rhythmic
A kiss and I leave
Icy blades send shivers through my feet
A short trip to retrieve
an exploration of Beat
I find comfort in pooh bear stitches
And I hear Ginsberg's "Howl"
Compelling thoughts of then and now
square-dancing in my head
And like so often lately I think of her
So peaceful, floating in a lake of white
Last words said, good night -
another understatement
A glance at the clock
A pause in these scratches
A shadow of my hand
One last cigarette
One more butt in the ashes
One light darkened and I try again
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Pencil may as well have no eraser
Straight shots of consciousness, no chaser
She places her pillow in her lap
And studies rap on development
While I sip Newcastle ale
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There I go again, capturing the moment
Was it always this way,
or was your observation made influentual?
They say a picture is worth a thousand words -
Can a few words be worthy a picture?
I could open the shutter
And capture an image of a moment in time
Instead, a few lines are written
Infused with rhyme
Making photographs of my mind
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Way to go, Einstein
You drew a thin line between necessity
Look at those atoms go!
Look at that thick white mushroom cloud!
Like the wild wisps of hair
Casting shadows on your plans
Lending one hell of a hand
To the true nature of Man
And it only gets bigger
The Wright Brothers didn't take flight in a 747
Eli's discredited slave didn't fathom cotton factories
And what goes up must come down
And their fingers bled no less
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