No poem/Truth

Ghetto: I wake up here , not of my desire...
I know not of here....
I dream oh mountains ...
Yet i live among Moe hills ...,
Where rats dwell ...
A planet of beauty ...
What the hell ......
What happened , what happened , what happened


Jimmy j

Lost

I had a poem in my head /
The thought went dead /
Are we all some what lost /
Can't afford cost /
World wide loss /
Cause a suit and tie boss /
Middle class now the poor
World wide story to tell /
A planet we now call hell /


1 step forward 5 steps backwards. Why ? Buy now pay latter , it's going to start all over again.When governments need to borrow.What of it's people. wealth lays inside not that fake ass facade people show.... Bull shit now walks and talks...
Love
Jimmy j EARTHS 21 century Philosopher

A poem

A poem is a story in full view /
not always a story of you /
A truth to be told /
No matter how bold /
Takes the weight of your back /
Into a jumping jack /
Ear to ear /
Often repeating it to hear /
You must learn something /
Or you hear nothing /
Pointe of view from me to you /
Truth be your tool / ...........
Love
jimmy j

Earth / Life ? ours

Earth a body of life /
A beautiful place for man and wife /
Children to bare /
joy of life to share /

But something went astray /
This so called modern day /
We reach into space /
Knowing our disgrace /

It is because of Earth /
not of gods
The cause of our births /
Kiss the ground beneath your feet /
Ending up there
Your earth mother to meet /

Not treating this mother of life so well
Our blood flows from our veins/
Murderous ways , no brains /
We are but the caboose on a train /

We have grown insane /
Full of jealousy and greed /
All of which is of no need /
Yes today i kiss the grave of my mom and dad
And to the left i kiss the ground
Thankful of the little but the best they had ?......

Love
The human race...jimmy j

Poetry /Life

Poetry is a story of life
Yet many don't come to see /
This story of me /
Truth is the poets blood /
A truth of love /
from the tongues of man
History will be told /
Yet people have grown cold /
asinine roams the land
Big and bold /........
jimmy j
I wrote a poem about this planet i MIGHT post it soon ??????
Love do people really know it's meaning.We do not deserve this mother earth we dwell upon....

Children/parents

Different parents,different rules /
Different styles , differnt tools /
often giving their best /
putting love to the test /
but what of the rest /
What of a child born in the Sudan /
What chance does he have of being a man /
A child of the ghetto /
will he grow to be a fine fellow /
what good is a parent to be /
if not a fine son or daughter to see /
what of children of war toren lands /
Treated like a game of kick the can /
What of children who learn to swear /
not because of parents
But a sick society who talk them there /
What of , what of , what of..........

We are a product of our surroundings , something that society has created.It is a hard fight for parents to wage in every country across this great mother earth , a fight i feel we are losing. people no longer make love.They just fuck and that fucks it all up... sorry
love
jimmy

Matters not

Matters not where you stay /
It is the bogie mans day /
We pay /
They play /
Always , always ,the bogie mans way /
Pop goes the weasel /
Up goes the price of dezil /
He is more than one , the boss of bosses
While we face the greasiest of losses //
jimmy j