Forsaken Poetry

By Shawn Roach

I will not say I am from the streets, but my parents, on the other hand, were all from the good streets of our hometown, Evanston, where we learned to read and write just to join gangs and fight, stay out, be another teen dropout, or keep going to monthly court dates from selling drugs all night. Our hometown, Evanston, was more like living that Chicago life.

But walking in my shoes at another view, I was in a private school. They made me kinda book smart, learning different types of information as a younger fool, reading letters out of the encyclopedia, and learning words I didn’t know, which I look up in a dictionary.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 6, 2019
• ISBN: 9781984545152

Book preview

Me

The scar on my forehead

Is a target for the dead

My heart beats blood full of hot led

By feeling misled

Untamed from fame

Restrained from pain of shame

Built with lost souls and broken dreams

Love made with feelings and untouched healings

Handicapped emotions turn lame

Sealed by crazy seeking the sane

Don’t know my starts

My ends, Or where it all began

That’s why I need to protect all my forsaken

That awakens my finessin

Of my urban opinions, creations

My revolution with other solutions

Of poison of their chosen

Not knowing its drowning and suffocating

My visions of my own decisions

Thinking fate comes with three wishes

What happen to hope

Now I gotta count on my faith to give me blessings

That miss my target lessons

That been wasted with patients

Still waiting to be gotten

By what’s not all rotton

Something more pleasant

Like a gift, That’s not a present of lent

That makes me dizzy and well spent

As I am tipsy of ever more education than before

Drunk of more knowledge

Vibrations and all shapes got me bent

As I once remember where love was sent

But got derailed

And now I don’t know where love went

I walk alone in my own shadows of death

Hoping my energy release my weak enemies

With sad weapons use as emotions

Be all decreased

Power only for good

No more evil bad luck

No more knocking on wood

Getting stuck with love you can’t trust

With no rope of hope

Don’t be afraid

Love is in the air

But you gotta take it all in with one breath

Breathe in

Don’t wait to exhale

Inhale all love fresh air

Out of a angel mouth

Into your lungs

Where my love belongs

Think of me

Please breathe easily

Love will give you what was toss away

Just for you to find it today

But this time I will be praying for love to stay

No more breathing in a world of Demons

In their world of sin

Become love reflecttion

Recreating a whole new oblivion conformation

Of love new demonstration of my new occupation

Of my new direction of life

Its almost like

I lived love twice

To a King from a knight

I be swinging my sharp words

Like a blade to fight

Using literature for poetry for light

To search and to signal

The right love in my sight Beautiful yet sexy

Yet witty and bright

Fresh as air

Sweet long hair is always nice

The voices of love sounds like

Waterfalls of the ocean falling from a cliff above

Her eyes wide

Shines like the moon in a sky

Leaving me asking why is my heart so shy

I dont get it

I dont remember being this type of guy

I am always so cool

Laid back in a goatee style

And always looking so fly

As I set back get stoned

With my red eyes

And my crucial mind

That open voyagers

That travel all through other enterprise

Poetry looking up

So I stay floating high

They must look up to me too

Cause I let my ego go free inside

I use to go to church every Sunday

Wednesday Bible study even

I started believing

Even got baptized for that reason

But it seems like my Church

Had my life stuck in a teas

It was like the Church vibe me

With confused energy

By making me not me

Hoping God will seek me

Find me

Thinking but will He or She understands me

Maybe God gotta get to know me

Just to love me

But how can I get God to notice me

I hope He or She don’t judge me

From my family how they raise me

Or how once I had to slap a Jazebel

And do time in Jail

And selling crack cocain as well

In my Hometown

If the police was not around

There is no crime

So I got away with it a lot

So I did it, A few more times

I can be really good about thee

But the truth

My Homies or Miss Ladys

I don’t really need anymore new enemies

I am Cool with a righteous soldier

That can walk with me

Or that Loyal sexy go getter that can ride with me

Other then that

I be just that great man

That just preys on all my enemies

Remember me

Why you are judging me?

Is it because you can’t be me?

You can control the dumb and the weak

But not the wise and the bold

That lived this life since my burning soul

Hell Burns seven times more

Is what I have been told

My grandma told me that

When I was healing from that car fire

I was about six or seven years old

She covers me with more knowledge

As God did for his people

When He or She split the red sea

Look in my Grandma’s eyes into her soul

As my past becomes her ghost

I was bread by many first ladies

That made me

Making deals with Angels and birthing Holy babies

That turn loves crazy

That made positive can’t

To negative maybes

Again, confusing me

By making me more me

The Ghost writer

Writing with one dead hand

Writing about my dead friends

That turn to deadly sins

In my Hometown I was born in

The heat of the night

Where the hot summer breeze never end

Where Demons became boys to men

And living way beyond sin

My words should freeze your thoughts

As a picture says a thousand words

Like my words should blend

Like Ocean waves blowing in the wind

So if you misunderstand my words then

Off to the land of discovery

All my words went

When my mind get shocked

From these words I got

I may just stop invent

About these cold, raining days

Taking showers at shelters

On the streets I was sent

From hustling saving money

Looking for a place to pay rent

Some days

Most days

I had to buy a bottle

Just to fall asleep and say goodbye to my tomorrows

For me just to get rest or sleep

I had to get bent on these streets

So on that cardboard

All my dreams went

Living and having relation in tents

Was my only vacation

And my bedroom

Just to stay dry from the weather

When it was raining

Or just to get away

From whatever

Or whom ever

Alone thinking about my sons and daughters

Thinking how can I feed them

Or how can I see them

To feed them

Cause all my money was spent

Even more dents

Crossing