REMEMBER THE NAME

A FLOWERY DAY (poem from Mother)


This morning is a smile from my darling
a flowery day when children  play
my son he's out and out to stay
early in the morning shining warming
wet due and sand, children of the land
the birds salute and every sweet fruit
but no child do dance with him, to welcome
and never stretch a hand but seldom
so he dims astray until another day.



REMEMBER THE NAME

v1
Remember the name
like how I turn pleasure to pain
water to wine
like putting all my thought in a rhyme
constanty tryin
to maintain, my words are divine
always on time
metaphors in every line
poetrys mine
I have no reason for lying
my mission is why
Im lifting my head to the sky
remember the name
be reading all that im saying
cause when I am gone
my poems and books will live on.


v2
In futures to come
they meditate on every slang
im writing it now
tommorow may not be allow
not looking for fame
Shakespeare, Matthew or john
just to express
the pain, this life at its best
if it wasnt for this poetry
that I recieve
how would I cope o u better beleive
remember the name
remember every poem I write
cause when I  am gone
my books only thing left in sight
but too late they say
Damn this writer was right.


v3
My poems are best
Africa east America west
been writing for years
converting words into tears
I know what I have
still I know what they'll say
If Kartel is white
then I know Kartel can write
mentally ill
Hide it in a rhyme book
people are shook
dont you judge by a look
I am what I am
I wont stop writing the truth
youth,
even if I never see a booth


Mythical_Poet