smile

our lifestyles are close-captioned,
addicted to fatal attractions,
played back and we miss the message,
no fairy tales for this young man,
some see me stranded in this land of hell,
jail and drug sales.
struggling hard has become my culture and the
repurcussions are back-stabbing vultures.
i sold my soul for material wishes,fast cars
and women,wishing i'd live my life as a legend
immortalized in pictures.
why shed tears to show your sympathy,my
childhood years were spent burying my peers in
the cemetary.
this is a message for the new-borns,waiting to
breathe,if you believe then you can achieve.
look at me,against all odds,though life is hard we
carry on,living in the slums,broke with no lights on.
to all those who want to follow me,protect your
essence,you may be poor and with less,but you
are still precious,so smile for me.



Poetry by Mike
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Written on 2006-04-07 at 09:14

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such a dark write for being called 'smile'.....so, naturally, i like it!!

:D
2006-04-23


BlueyedSoul
Mike .....excellent penning of emotion and real life.....I sense great struggle and raw feelings in this one. You convey it well. A heart of wisdom and compassion I see here.

You sound like a survivor...and yes a survivor does keep that smile no matter what!!!

~BlueyedSoul
2006-04-07


Zoya Zaidi
Mike this is heart felt!
Right from a compassionate heart!
Love this part:
"why shed tears to show your sympathy,my
childhood years were spent burying my peers in
the cemetary."
The hard hiting realities of life!
(((hugs)))
Love, xxx, Zoya
2006-04-07