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Words To Fight By
As my first Hub I wanted to share something close to me. I'm hoping my ambitious can lead me from where I am now to, the future I have plan.
As a college student it's becoming harder and harder to find steady work, and even harder to pay for schooling. I'm looking to change that. I'm going to use the creative talent, I believe myself to have, now instead of later.
It's never too earlier to start your career.
This is the beginning of a poetry book i hope to put together, please leave feedback.
Bad criticism is better than none at all. Unless you have nothing to say of importance.
A professor at the University of New Haven, Dr. Randell Horton, whom I have the utmost respect for, recently published a new poetry novel. If you enjoy poetry, this is something you should check out.
"Submit to your creativity."
Here's my first published poem. From the 2013 Falling Skies Collection
Words to Fight By
By: Marvin James
Life strikes with a fist of fury
Full of hate and a hint of subtlety
That it almost seems, like a scheme and a plot
Flop, as you do, on your bed of your hope
Think of the days you’ve past and let past
Au revoir, to the thrill of the fight in the end.
You give up in your bed of disappointing filth
Hating the world as if it knows what your worth.
I hate you, I hate us, I hate this thing I call life
What am I to do, tell me almighty in power,
Your mockery is deafening,
Wait no, its defying
I grew with you, you grew with me
I knew no other life
But to sit and bask in the plight of your hypocrisy
I swear to you, I swear to me,
I will not stand and be your night,
I will not stand to fight your fight
The fight you invent with all your power and might
I mean mite, sucking the blood from my life
Might you believe you won me tonight?
Having your blessing and praying
And drugging me right
Screw you, screw me, screw everything right?
Your foul and ugly in everyday light
But your horns are hidden by the Sunday moonlight
I pay you good money to tell me what’s right
So tell me, what’s life?
Not an answer in sight.
You stutter and stumble in all that is write
With your book and your words that tell you what’s right
The lies you whisper to keep me in sight
Governmental solutions to religious incite
And oh how I laugh
F*** you and your rights
How does it feel,
To be weaker than life?
And still not an answer
It’s silent tonight
I pray you goodnight
While I shine in your light