by Sylvan Lightbourne
Got my own blocks, my own stocks,
we truly defined, we come signed
to do the job, we post woefully, willfully
money strive,
five star general says he never dies.
Ain't next to a dream, we fought bitterly.
Ain't asking not, who we come at dark,
now they know, punishment comes so forcefully
it rocks and blows.
Backwards we stay, no foolish game we intend to play.
The dark comes, we started slums,
internally it come, dark made soldier's run;
tear no walls down, for free we plumps;
with lucks, for nuggets we struck.
We shall emulate their existence
as a curse reinparted,
reiterated, reissue, an reinvented issue.
With riots and brigades, would bend
the police blockades.
A sadened headache, a life has to go through,
for your own life and the life of your kids,
to survive too.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
My name is Sylvan Lightbourne, born on the 4/2/1985 in the small island of Trinidad and Tobago, located in the Caribbean. From the age of fourteen, i have founded a truth about a hidden talent of writing. After its explorative experimentation, it has brought me to a sightings of poetry. I have created literature of a warring faction, in both rhymes and music. War poetry fills me entirely. Other occurrences during that age brought me to another realm of wisdomic dimensions. The art of writing lost knowledges called " the power of uniformity and uniform powers". The author of "a product of insanity" which is my first published book . Published in the year of 2011 would be seen as a decadence occurrence to mankind. Literature filled with boisterous, courageous, loyalty inspirational doctrines would open the eyes of 21st century dissidents and holders of the spirited energies of the world. The second demise of this continued doctrinal efforts would be seen in my second book, soon to be created to the world.
Last updated September 13, 2016