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The Blood of My Pen - Walter "P.O.P." Monroe
The Blood of my Pen
By Cold August The Poet of Pain
My heart overflows with a good theme… My tongue is
the pen of a ready writer. Psalm 45:1
9781257258802_0001_001The Blood of my Pen
Copyrighted © 2005 Walter M. Matthews IV (P.O.P.)
All rights reserved
All poetry written by Walter P.O.P. Monroe
Front and back cover Illustration done by Walter Monroe
© Poet of Pain 2007 Coldvisionary Publishing/Graphics
eISBN: 978-1-25725-880-2
Prologue
The Calm
A young visionary with the world right in front of me
It was a plan for me way before I could see
In the bosom of my mother I lay quiet and still
Not knowing that I would have a destiny to fulfill
As I plunge into the real, I dive into this complex place
Human clay ready to be molded and shaped
Angels walk with me; guide me through this life that’s a maze
God can you keep me at night when I’m afraid?
My mother read to me the 91st psalm; demons can’t do you any harm
She told me darkness flees when you’re in the refuge of his arms
Haven and shelter from the coming storm
When my sun drops away will my night seem long?
I don’t know but life seems so wonderful at this age
Wonder and imagination would fill my youthful days
Sometimes I feel lonely, so I find a friend in self
Felt his presence but in the physical he was stealth
When I’m out beyond my zone I feel like I have neither armor nor
weapons, vulnerable socially, that’s when the fear crept in
All the feelings inside began to be bottled and kept in
As my phobia begins of abandonment and rejection
All I want to do is be accepted so I can blend in
So this solitary home I don’t have to crawl deeper in
It seems to be so easy to be like just like them
It at least seemed that way, does my individuality bend?
And conform, fit in with fake friends be like them all
It’s something to feel like nothing when you can’t shoot a basketball
Who cares if I can write and draw? Others are dressing slick, getting
girls, and breaking the law I seem good at nothing so what am I here
for?
The longing to be better was the burden I boar
Until I was sixteen and a prophetess laid hands on me
She told me she saw so much music and creativity was in me
I start to feel like somebody, I feel special about the person I am…
I still have a long journey to go for me to fully understand…
Sunny days, with clouds on the horizon
I’m at threshold of my new found talents
I feel prolific, inspired and creatively valiant
I feel like many nouns and verbs have been poured in to me
In the booth of a studio rapping, that’s were I felt free
I can write for days, my notebook is running out of room
Through the rhythm of my larynx I break out this cocoon
I’m in bloom like a lily in the winter
I’m rare and unique, a whole new world I enter
I have passion like burning embers inside
Music and writing becomes a peaceful pacific coast ride
In my safe place, what can feel better than this?
Verbal euphoria, such a melodious bliss
Every time we conceive another song
It’s like indulging in that passionate first kiss
Notes, keys, chords, and riffs give me such uplift
It feels good to know you have a purpose
It feels good to dig what’s beyond my surface
It becomes more than a hobby, this is what I live and breathe
I turn to it when my first love leaves
When she left me it was such an unbearable pain
When she’s gone my voice and pen remains
So much that I sustained, as bitterness creeps
In my studio pad strumming the guitar puts me to sleep
I search inside myself and begin to work so hard
Creating acoustic songs straight from a heart that’s scarred…
I build up my money and credit, my secure place has seemed to have
begun, that was nothing compared to the storm that is about to
come…
The Storm
They all see me coming, the users are near
At the point financially I didn’t have a worry or care
I was doing to well, the devil wouldn’t have it
Here comes the destroyer, time to cause some havoc
Separate him from his creative love
Give him a new love to be constantly thinking of
His weakness is revealed, his fate is now sealed
First send him one woman, then another
He hides them from his family and his mother
Make him worship his women and doubt himself
Lust clouds his vision, just drain his wealth
In the eye of the storm he starts to get use to it there
So numb, drenched and beaten that he’s not aware
That he’s sinking deeper
and deeper Into poverty’s abyss I really need a hand a lift
Just a peace of mind becomes his only wish
False friends and lovers consume his mind
Dragging him further and further
By his skeptic girlfriend he gets creatively murdered
All my instruments lay dormant and collect dust
The acceptance of a woman becomes my crutch
The creativity inside is shelved and not touched
The once silver integrity has gained so much rust
What I’m scared to lose, onto I begin to cling
The attention I get from her gives me a false something
My deal with the devil has seized my soul
I have temporary warmth from her, but still I’m cold
I’m just reaping my own bad seeds sown
I still see hope, as the story of this young dreamer unfolds…
The light begins to break through
2003 now it’s time for me, met a leader of a musical empire
Dutch made me once again feel creatively free
Fell in love with art once again
When that path begins it never sees an end
I begin to heal my creative wings so I can rise again
See now I don’t stand alone
I have my family and my friends
My dreams at one time seemed so far away
I speak positive words; it’s time I seize this day
Yeah I’m at the bottom but I won’t give up
Yes fell down but I’ll get right back up
Yes I use to run when adversity use to come
Now I face the darkness and wait for the sun
I know it will rise and will shine