Work Horse
Muscles Aching,
Back Breaking,
Working Daily for a Buck$
Chump Change Making,
In My Life Forsaken,
Caught In This Circle,
Ya’ll Knows It Sucks.
Constant Fatigue,
But Still Pressing On.
My Free Flowing Happiness Is Now Long Gone.
Thursday Paid,
Monday Broke.
Occasionally in my tears I'm soaked.
Is This The Fate Of The Human Race?
Labor All Your Life To Die?
Tick tock Drip drop
This is a play on words, just for fun
To amuse others & dumbfound some
I conceived this poem as the clock went tick
And was writing before it tocked
Was half way through when it flipped
Yet was finished before it flopped
No use to aim, I can shoot from the hip
Hitting bulls’ eyes as I hop
The weapon I use is my pencil tip
Aiming str8 dead center top
From my tongue, the words dew drip
To the page is where they’ll drop
They come really quick, I just let’em rip
But this is where I’ll stop.
Volkswagen Earrings
I have hubcaps for ear rings aren’t I so cool
So in with the trends
I’m a fashion fool
Yeah I saw it on a national geographic clip
An next I’ll have a bone in my nose
& a plate in my lip
Then the transformation will be complete,
I’ll be one of the tribe,
Of the outcasted youth, staring in from outside
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An Intellectual mind, the seeker of truth
An orator of rhyme since my days as a youth
It’s like a biography listen to my poetic journal
Feel the course topography of my spirit eternal
The Message
I 've come to change & rearrange,
All you thought you knew.
About human ways, til the end of days,
By the time I'm done, you're through.
I come like a prophet with a message:
That time's do change, & will rearrange all you thought you know.
& as days pass on with each one gone,
You'll probably realize too.
Just how confusing this life can be,
Cause just when you think you've got it figured out.
You're standing at the lock,
But with the wrong key.
DAMN! What's this life about?
We Are Just…
We are all just dreams inside of a dream
Small rays of light that make up a beam
We are all just poems inside of a poem
Blocks of runes, that make up the ruin
We are all just notes in a natural tune
Of a cosmic song, being sang by the moon
We are all just grains of sand on an endless beach
The fuzzy hairs on a divine peach
We are all just soldiers in this battle
In one grand ship with as many paddles
We are all just stitches in the universal quilt
The energy & matter from which it is built
We are all just small parts of a whole
Lesser spirits in the collective soul
By S.M. Hall
Copyrighted Material 1999 - 2007
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