The Weeping Poet

A writer is depressed.

His words are depression.

His art is his life.

His metaphors mask sorrow.

Wordplay hides his cries.

The audience applauds.

He flips his frown,

but only on the surface.

One mask, two faces.

He cries in black ink.

His cries are silent,

but his words are loud.

The weeping poet;

Hiding behind his art.

©2017 Taihair Brown

Come Enjoy It With Me

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If you see me drinking like I have no J-O-B,

grab a cup, come over and join me.

The moon is out and we are not giving a shit.

Sorry to get a little vulgar, but here’s a tip—

Life is too short to not smile and take it all in.

It’ll be too late for regrets when it comes to an end.

If you see some good bourbon; yes that’s on me.

We’re all adults, so no need for a referee.

Have a beer, take some shots and be a peace.

It’s a celebration and we’re dancing in the streets.

You’re all beautiful people to me and I love thee.

So get here because you have till the count of three.

Every second later is yet another hug when you arrive.

You only get one life, as there is no test-drive.

So come and experience it with yours truly.

Together, we can love, say a prayer and get unruly.

 

©2017 Taihair Brown

Python

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Squeezes you with the strength of a python.

Pushing the air from your very lungs,

listening to your bones crack from under the weight,

but you fight on because that’s all you can do,

yet its grip gets tighter and you want to scream

with the hope that the noise would scare it away,

but it pays you no mind and keeps going

with no care for your condition or circumstances

that you may have had to face prior to this,

but you can’t give up and cave in to the pressure

as you are the chosen and have been tested before.

The pressures of life can never crush you

as long as you continue to fight, with the will to live.

 

©2017 Taihair Brown

One Day I Will Die

Live your life

One day I will die.

No reason for tears in those eyes.

I will not live in denial.

I will live my life with a smile.

Come have a drink with me.

Lets have fun and make a scene

while the music plays

and we twist and sway.

One day I will die.

Why should I try to lie?

So let me just live this life.

Enjoy the day and the night.

Join me in a toast,

and travel to the Gold Coast.

See the lands of our ancestors,

before drinking out in Manchester.

One day I will die.

No need for me to be shy.

Only just, please don’t judge me.

You can just let me be,

or even, you can come along

and sing with me, a beautiful song

while we smoke some good weed,

before this living, we concede.

©2017 Taihair Brown

Walk This World Alone

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I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

A man with no place to call his home.

I am not afraid to walk this world alone.

The soundtrack, a soft and lonely saxophone. .

I am not afraid to walk this world alone—

to explore what, to me, is the unknown.

I’m am not afraid to walk this world alone,

when everyone else has left me on my own.

 

©Taihair Brown 2017

Happy To Be Here

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I took my last breath, grasping for air.

Waking in a cold sweat, crying.

A recurring nightmare that returned—

One I thought I was long done with.

 

I try to run, but my legs wont work.

I try and scream, but my mouth…

My thoughts escape my mental,

replaced with fear and terror.

 

Death stalks me when I’m not awake.

They tell me that God has my back.

But I feel like I walk with the devil.

Yet my grandmother calls me an Angel.

 

If Angels once walked heaven,

before being cast out to hell—

Does that mean I am a forsaken son?

That would explain so many lows.

 

That knife that pierced through my flesh

when death came for me while I was awake.

A lonely bus stop mattress that left me cold

and my only company being the night sky.

 

When my health failed and stole love—

Or really, love left me to cry alone.

Death peaked in on me again,

reminding me that he was just a call away.

 

If they say that the devil loses,

then I must be the King of Hell.

More losses than a Cleveland team

and left with no more tears to share.

 

But I think of friends who didn’t make it.

Friend’s missing bothers, fathers and mothers.

A dear friend who died alone,

taking away the celebration of Christmas.

 

How can I bring in the holidays with her gone?

Walk down the street with his bloodstain?

Comfort them and convince them to live,

when the reason they’re alive is no longer here?

 

I remember every word they ever told me.

The strength that they gave me.

The prayers they gave, even if I don’t pray.

The ones who never gave up on me.

 

Knowing that life is just too short.

Though the ups and down,

through the sorrow and tears,

I am truly just happy to be here.

I was going to…

survive

I am a beautiful person.

I was going to be a victim of violence.

I was going to.

 

I am a kind individual.

I was going to be slain in just only my youth.

I was going to.

 

I am a delightful person.

I was going to be found dead in the wee morning.

I was going to.

 

I am a blessed somebody.

I was going to be another white sheet at dawn.

Yet I am here still.

 

Copyright © 2016 Taihair Brown