Poetry February 5, 2015

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Hungry Cave

By Kenny Best Jr.

Food is food
No matter how good
Or where you eat
A cave is a cave
No matter the outside view
And how long you sleep
Inside it's jagged, damp,
Cozy walls
Whether opportunity knocks,
Or the Good Lord calls
The answer you give
Is worth more
Than what you've kept
Inside the cave
Including your former self
And that's if you took the line
And took action
And bought you some time,
And gained some traction
Not for personal satisfaction
Or the reaction of others
But your own forward movement
For what good is food
If you don't use it?
And what good is a cave
If you don't leave your treasures hidden
Deep within, for someone else to find?
It's not about holding on to something
It's the power of the mind
To go forward;
To let go,
To find something else
Good enough
To to fill the void of that cave in your mind:
The gaping darkness,
Where time is lost
And where you find the nothingness
That someone left behind

Who Cares About Me?

By J. LattyM. Zarwu; [email protected]

When the rains fall

And the sun shines.

Who cares about me?

Who cares about me?

I keep begging

Begging for help

Who cares about me?

Who cares about me?

You eat my roots

My roots make you strong

Who cares about me?

Who cares about me?

You cook my leaves

Cook them with red oil

Who cares for me?

Who cares for me?

And dish my stick

Dish it like that, all I ask,

Who cares for me?

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