the black poet

we are born wet naked, and hungry and then it gets worse.
we come to this world for a reason,
the reason is to hate, to decieve, but i begin my journey,
the journey beyond the illusions of life.
the psychedelic voices screaming in my head, threatening
and compelling me to fade to black. an old man appears from
the dark warns me to get away from this ugly looking cruel world.
i move on in search of light, for the light of hope, for the hope change,
but its too late bcuz this is the end, the skies are fading to black,
the rains are betraying the feelings of the soil.
i can feel the end under my feet, i can see the black poet sinking away
from the illusions of life. my journey begins here, the journey of the
black poet begins here. its called the journey beyond life.

sAM