Measured Lines _

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Style is measured
in
increments
of
time.
Some people
write,
some people
rhyme.

A
writer,

a
storyteller,

a
keeper of dreams;

it
really
all
feels
the
same
with
me.

Words
are
the
boundary
lines
of
our
very
existence,
our
lives
measured
in
the
path
we
take.

Malcolm X knew,

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Martin Luther King too.

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When
we’ve gone
our
words
will
remain,
celebrated,
or
not.

So yes
write;
and
to
yourself
be
true,
yes
write
until
the
pen
does
bend,
and
the
warmth
of
the sun
is
not
felt
on
your
face
again,
any
more.

True Peace Will Come


The 

four winds 

of 

the 

earth 

have 

been 

loosened

yet 

mankind 

does not 

want to 

see,

caught up 

in 

the illusion 

that 

he himself 

is 

free.

Today

the nations 

have 

begun 

to wonder

in angst 

and 

in fear.

The earthquakes 

the floods

the  

violence,

the question is ever clear…. 

‘Could this be the end of all things 
knocking firmly 

at mankind’s 

storied  

door?’

Despite 

what 

men 

think, 

and 

even 

less 

of 

what 

they 

say, 

it will not 

delay the day of all days…

The great day of Jehovah is near.

Soon 

all accounts 

are to be 

settled; 

then 

True Peace Will Be Here.


Copyright 

August 28, 2016

All rights reserved.

Written by: Kawika A. Stafford 

#blackeagledream

Unfolded Vanity


In

my face,
i
dare
see,

a lifetime

etched
in
glassy
blue
m
i
s
e
r
y.

How
it
is
reverberant

this loss,

this gain,

living
a
life
of
unfiltered
pain.

Down
i
do
go,
to the unmarked
place;

striving
for
things
that
have
no
face.

Happiness

and

Joy

i

have

met

once

or

twice,

hollow

words;

they seem real nice.

My
smile feigned,
sheltering
the
torrent
of
my
tears,

nicely

done

down

through

the

years.

With
my
mind
I
do
see,

everything

and

everyone

that

has

been

lost

to

me.

Ah,
the
unfolding
of
my
vanity.

Chasing
the
wind
in a
desperate
place,
happiness
itself
it
does
escape;
leaving
me
to
grasp
for
shards
of
joy;
in
a
life
of
unfulfilled
dreams.

I dedicate this piece to my coworker, and friend
Mr. Antonio Guevara, aka Tony G.

RIP TONY G… April 1st, 2016

#blackeagledream