With Thought By Rasheed 'Sagesection' Bello

• Thud! Tap! Screech!
  
  lands hope
  
  Metallic blood tastes good i think,
  
  as my heart enters my mouth,
  
  From the heights of despair I think,
  
  as I watch falling hope.
  
  
  
  Silence! Hum! Silence!
  
  This feeling oppresses
  
  Quiet walls close in
  
  suffocating me
  
  why this claustrophobia,
  
  when I stand atop a cliff?
  
  
  
  Boom!- Blows reason
  
  but insanity- ah! sweet oblivion-
  
  is slow to creep in
  
  perhaps there is hope yet
  
  lying at the cliff's bottom,
  
  perhaps
  
  I will jump I think
  
  thought, think again,
  
  flicker, flicker
  
  then the leap
  
  
  
  Am I dead?- Silence again
  
  Less oppressive, perhaps even friendly
  
  where is hope?
  
  was there really any?
  
  No! I think
  
  I never even left the cliff's face
  
  But I did not fall, though I leaped
  
  "You leaped, Yes!, then started to fly",
  
  the silence answers me quietly
  
  Yes! that must be it
  
  
  
  Woosh, Swish, Whirl!
  
  I fly to hope
  
  Hope is the goal, with it comes life
  
  I fly to hope on new wings
  
  the map is skectched underneath feathers
  
  beneath the wings
  
  I will die if I land short of on hope
  
  so I fly to hope, though I cannot read the map
  
  

HEROES UNSUNG by Chris Fabeku Lucid

   I sit awhile to use my loaf
brooding life's fuzzy vice
of those to whom it brought reproach
and whose reward it had denied.

The story it never told of men
that now in grave repose
who live'd a live impaire'd
by the dishonour fate bestowe'd.

The patriotic soldier,who at war
gave his life for freedom
and knew not what it meant
to enjoy the peace for which he fought.

The people b'hind the man
who today has gain'd repute.
The effort of that woman
that watch'd him grow from cradle.

The Cerynian stranger on calvary road
that,from the country sojourn'd in;
was force'd to bear the cross
and made to carry it b'hind the Lord.

How is it that they be many,
but we have come to sing of none?
They held common forebearances,
yet their identity we glean not.

Examplars abound in endless list
of men who strove in laud-ful feats.
The simple act of great bravery
of these heroes,we never sing.

COPYRIGHT©2011,CHRIS.F.LUCID

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