cannons and carnations

If asked I wont shy away
They can take their shots-- it wont die away
I'll take the blows, still look em right in the face
N speak wat I have the right to say
Such a delightful phrase, this three-petal rose
Many attest to know, but never get to hold
Because they wont let it grow in their garden, hardened wit
Soil soaked wit pride, seeds of fraudulence
In a deceitful harvest that'll bear bitter blossoms
Clever corsages, not this boastful bouquet
Sprinkled wit aromatic affections most wouldn't say
But she has this alluring way, wit her commanding eyes
And magic smile that makes everyday Valentine's
I've grown bulletproof to the taunting, I let nothin through
So I can speak it wit courage n purpose, because its true
The claim I've made infinite times, plus two
Holdin the flowers like a mic-- I hope you hear me: I love you

KG

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frontline of aspiration

I’m jus a warrior searchin for his battlefield

Covered in wounds of failure that havent healed

Each chance taken graduated to a scar

Those mighty matches n crucial clashes, numerous and far

From ground zero of my soul n through the stars

Left lacerations from miscalculations

N gashes made from my needy hand negated

I prowl wit closed fists n a bare imagination

Sharpened by faith n hope for my next engagement

Wit decisions difficult to make when

I carry my morals wit a mind corrupted

Wit hardships that mute my opportunity’s thumpin

That doesn’t amplify the tune of my heart but muffles it

In a world im stuck purposeless in, my fuse a retracting string

Curving down wat I hope is the path for me

That ends at my desire, somewhere outside reality
 
KG