Oh Hollowed BE, deep is the hole of THY Key, who can reach the pits of THY keep and unlock THEE, how about a round of applause for the CREATOR of Creating, conceptualizing your inherited thought processes and mines, theirs and ours, from the meeting point of the seed and the egg, take the yolk off around your brain and think, ions ago, out of a single train of thought, then, BOOM, Sound, you heard that BANG!!? it was Big, like a hit song everyone can sing, everywhere you travel, you hear the same tune in the car passing, the melodies in the wind, the words in a conversation, the cadence in someone’s stepping, the tone in a hum or a whistle, the beat in a tap, slow clap for the DEBATER of Debaters, can’t you see, that every opinion of every being is a grain of sand around HIS massing sea, your simple ideals are easily waved and moved from shore to shore, HIS words crash over all that is written by a mere mortal’s hand, washes it off for the next generation to scribe and proclaim that it is they that can stand the test of HIS Time, who can contain YOUR grander in a single thought during a single lifetime and not go insane, Hallowed be thy Name, oh Hollowed BE. Selah
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“Hollowed BE” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2015, All Rights Reserved
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Momma didn’t have a car, but everyday I was being driven by these vivid Visions walking to and from school, stayed cool on a hot Summer day dream of making my own toons, Bus stop was far from home, pause, put on my shoes and walk with me through the Valley of the shadow of homicide, drug sales, prostitutes, drug abuse and obtuse peers, gears from Sears, Walkman blaring, 36 Chambers in my ear canals, silenced all but the car horns, I’m honing my escape plans from these 15 blocks of hell, hoping, praying somebody doesn’t drive by and shoot, dodging coked up elders picking up Coke cans for a living, there was nothing Pleasant about my City until I got to Spruce, to be and what not to be was always apparent, enforced by an always ready with the belt Single Parent, I brought you into this World and I’ll take you out kept me out of detention, mouths don’t speak what the eyes Witness on these streets, unless it’s Jehovah; Grandma’s many Life lessons, that and her prayers kept me out of a coffin, as I grew and the quality of Life around me lessened, I asked myself more questions, looked for more answers, paid more attention to my surroundings, that focus brought me to my Destiny, Summer ’94 I stumbled onto my Passion; it kept me out of prison and all other stereotypical statistics known to a young black man raised by a single mom, memoirs of a Living Legend. Selah
A: Pipoetry By: Randy P.
“Living Legend” is A Pipoetry by: Randy Pipman (c) Copyright Pipoetry 2015, All Rights Reserved
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