Black Hole Beauty (Part 3)

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Open these black holes. Set light free.
Free to roam through space, constellations. The Cosmos.
When light escapes from black holes, it belongs among the stars.
 
And ain’t that such a beautiful thing?
 
At the brink of death,
We think that all life and hope has left.
But if we fight for slightly longer?
Our victory will put us amongst the stars
Stories of plight; victories of light.
 
You’re able to defy reality
Shred your black holes open
And free yourself. To become
 
Light. Exploding in the skies
 
Ain’t that just a beautiful thing?

@Sircharlesthepoet

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Ain’t you just a beautiful thing?

I will be posting a video of me performing this tomorrow. Let me know how you’ve enjoyed the poem below!

Classies

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I never asked for the girls to snap my neck:
Why I never made it to class.
I never asked for the bus driver to be funny:
Why I always miss the stop at the student union.

Digging clouds to find my destiny,
Each hit, breaking a piece of different shape,
God never blessed my consistency.
Or was I in the lecture hall,
My head higher than the projector.
So it was hard to see

Maybe the optimist
(and I mean the proud)
Are begging for pity
In their rich successful laughters,
Fists bumping in the air
And voices penetrating
As if they’re the only ones there.

Learning math teaches
There’s a different way to solve every problem.
So you can get lifted, or settle with buzzed
Don’t know how, but this part of life is solemn.

The assignments mean our life is due—
Why they call it a deadline
We’ll be dead if we cross that line.
So we dance all near it
Then, entertainment down right before the second.
Not yours, but call it our lifestyle

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My Life, in My Sight

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Today, I saw the girl of my life…
The music slowly faded and felt like wings,
The artist didn’t sing;
The drums didn’t bang
I couldn’t even search for an explanation on Bing.

But the song turned into a symphony,
So possessive, so lovely.
My soul held on and flew with each note,
Giving the tune 100% of its vote.
To fly it out of the train station,
By her side, to a vacation

Her hair;
Her curly hair
Swirls like the tip of ice cream,
After escaping the machine.
Like a child seeing ice cream, controlled focus was gone.

“Moma, I want some ice cream.”

She was wearing a “skater” hat, backwards
But everything about her was forwards

The straps in her book bag
Captured my attention, and my motion lagged.

Today, I saw the girl of my life…

The song that did not know of an end, forgot its rhythmic pattern

The music notes couldn’t bat their wings

My soul was lost in some Caribbean island resort

The kids held their ice cream, carelessly, in the humidity

The ice cream forgot it has to melt.

Today, I saw the girl of my life…
That afternoon, my breath parted
While my immobile body admired her from afar
As she walked, out of my life.

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New Day

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It’s a New Day!
The sky is hiding gold or it is
Hiding lightning?

It’s a New Day!
And I don’t mean lightning that strikes
Nor that which causes babies to cry.
I tattle-tell of the light inside of you!
That which pushes you far, and oh! Much high!

It’s a New Day!
Maybe the sky is not hiding your light,
Sadly
But from tip to tip, it is a canvas
Or a scroll, if you hold it up right.
So where you’re standing, young one,
You can scribble everything
You’ve ever wanted! Or draw your light,

It’s a new day.

 

@sircharlesthepoet

Poem

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Dream beautiful 

And dream natural:

The supernatural 

That heightens the unbelievable 
Dream plentiful 

And be remarkable.

Let art make your heart 

Everly wonderful 
Be beyond spiritual 

With a love uncontainable.

Childhood through your smile, 

A natural occurring everly beautiful
@sircharlesthepoet

Spring is Here! (Poetry)

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Happy Earth day!

Beautiful Black Skin (Poetry)

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“She is Something Else”

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She was nothing else
Other than sunshine reflecting
Off of gold.

I didn’t want to give her nothing else
But my heart filled
Returning all of the feelings which from her, they stole

It was just something else
Elevating fear through the body
Finding my lost pieces, mystically making me whole

I hadn’t ever seen else:
A smile causing the sun to rise and compete
Enchanted human, unexplainable even by wisdoms of old

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Smile like you mean it.
The world was made but enjoying it is up to you.
You’re not meant to suffer, and that’s true
Your friends will stick happiness to you like glue
They like you and want to love you.
It’s annoying at times but, appreciate it.
God made you a miracle
Life has a lot of trouble
But I need you to ignore the devil,
I need you to be free like the rose’s dance,
I need you to take a positive stance.

Moon Soul (Prt. 1)

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I will write about the girl that made love to me under the night sky after she had poured out her soul with me under the retreat in dusk
The girl that bared her soul like a knight’s sword naked
Under the moon light
And suddenly her soul started glowing light like a knight’s sword
Under the moon light.

She was the knight, her soul was the sword
As she opens her throat to let escape chapters of the battles she’s been through
Chapters she’s written on and on
And ridden on
With a horse of literature.
Neat writing because her life contained a disastrous creature.

Copyright © 2016 by, Charles Joseph Augustin