Poem
By Marcus Harris
Illicit ideas of conflicted morals,
Soothing seduction inflamed temptations
Snap decisions, bad judgement, good intent,
The beauty of youth imprisoned by ignorance,
A beautiful mess skewed upon time,
Winding roads of complexity,
Infallible spirit of warriors, soul of conquerors,
The passion of a thousand poets,
Bold maneuvers brazen conquest,
Deeply rooted connected to the tree of life,
God protecting his children,
Holy moments deviant days,
Intoxicating imagination suffocating seduction,
Fear of nothing armed with knowledge and discipline,
Sun peeking over horizon and with a new day new life.
Purpose
By Marcus Harris
I pledge allegiance to seek and be taught
Breaking ties of confusion, mistrust, and ignorance.
Standing firmly, as I take the oath of accountability,
Draped around my neck, medals of survival.
Beautiful garments made of unbreakable identity,
Soul of a captive, spirit of a rebel.
Great recognition of my royal ancestors
Humble beginnings, giving birth to great strength.
Bound by no limit, understanding yesterday, today, and
Tomorrow. A gifted entity in the form
Of magnificent conception, my will done as
It is done in heaven. A student of knowledge,
A speaker of wisdom, and a seeker of all
Possibilities. My birth a monumental shift
In time. My death undisclosed, my life
Glorified, exalted by the few, but the
Harvest of my work will hopefully be a
Great many.
Sew in Process, Reap in Progress
By Marcus Harris
Inspired in my sleep, awakened motivated,
inhaling fresh possibilities, exhaling raw
ambition, eradicated of all fears, heart
of a lion, compassion of a poet, intrigue
for innovation, thirst for understanding,
unsatiable appetite for knowledge, and
continuous self-improvement, the roads
of complacement paved with marble
smoothness, the roads of endless possible
achievements made up of mud, quick sand, and
obstacles, only to be navigated by the enduring.
Tenacity is a brethren to progress,
procrastination a cousin to time elapsing,
forged by fire made strong, only as strong
as the weakest link in my foundation,
mirth and solace in my understanding
of reasons and seasons, the world
given to the meek, humble, resilient.
Only time, success comes before work
in Webster’s. Sure as birds soar the
sky, life is given without limit. Just as
ants crawl, death eventually creeps upon
us. Don’t merely just exist, but live!
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