by Sylvan Lightbourne
When the heaven skies, bleed for many years
no form of communication had to be shared.
You can only hear, can't feel no fear.
What's it like too build many disguise,
to hide whats in but many men sin.
Confuse to complain, when did it show self one gain.
To pull information from my head,
the tiery of writing, day after day.
But when you talk about power
every speech you hear must let out the word power
and am so close to the great God
to that i was once lost.
One night spoken to me
through the inner skills of songs
the inability to interact, socially perform.
That this you behold to my courageous,
join hearts together, combined physically with the sungs.
Never announced bring the sinners to a shame.
To many i have seen, to many i have believe,
if not by my wicked ways, to achieve a conquerable belief,
then it should be done by my own music.
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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