M.I.A. by Nique

Missin' in action, seems I've been..
BUT bac' in town, so please no frowns..
It's still been hard out herre please understand..
Not much gettin' betta', no new plan..
Love?? Jus' a four letta' wurd..
Searchin' for nouns, riight now jus' a verb..
I seem to get so twisted into my feelin'z..
Selfish into thinkin' I can wurk things thru'..
Sum tymes there's jus' no wurkin' to do..
I've had so many down falls, neva' riight always wrong..
Foreva' for so long, it's been da' same ol' song..
So, maybe it is me.. I'm tryin' to hard..
Too hard for the obvious non exsistance..
Drivin' mah self and er' one around senseless..
I'm in dis' alone, no help, no compensation..
No heart, no thought, no relation..
Missin' in action, sum tymes I do get..
Tryin' figure things out, and how they fit..
Cryin' gets old, and tryna' make sum1 happy does to..
Is it for me? Should I give up? And, so I ask you..
I've drifted off from mah poetry - now its all built up..
Comprehendin'?? Gettin' it?? Suggestions?? Wish you luck..
I ask'd around.. I've tried mah bes' friends..
Nothin' seems 2 help me figure da' beginnin' OR end..
I'm so los' into mah own thoughts, mah head hurts..
I'm not good enough. I have no personality..
Atleast dats wut I'm tol' - dis' is reality..
I'm full of love, and fun - only when let in..
Only when given a chance. Only holdin' a pen??
I pray for second chances, I pray for help..
I'm not ashamed of mah faults or da' truth..
Only afraid of not succeedin' - not gettin' further..
I have a lack of faith in mah self, however..
Sum thin' keeps tellin' me to push on..
To kno' dat er' one dat believes in me isn't gone..
AND whether I get dat today OR tomorrow..
I'll proceed blogger, I've yet to reach mah low..

~Da' One & Only Nique #22

Free? Dom? ...Ku

What is this freedom people search for?
Is it chains unbroken
Philosophies restored
Wind in your hair
and sand between toes

What is this freedom people die for?
Is it right of passage
Humanity searching for its meaning
Blood shed for the helpless
Lives sacraficed for the quieted

This freedom? Este Libertad?
When will we know it is ours
Is it determined by self
Is it fashioned by constitution
Is it now, is it on it's way?

Freedom is only what you think it is
and everything you know it's not
It's pay is struggle
Death is it's dues
It has been paid for in full

Paper or Plastic?
Neither I'll take it home today
In my arms
Keeping it close
and placing it somewhere safe.

(c) 2009

Abandoned?

Wow, I'm up at 2:19a and decided to post on this blog. It's almost hard to believe that this was started in 2004 and now 5 years have passed. It's funny, embarassing even to look back on old pieces/entries made and wonder what I was thinking. :D but it is oh so good to reflect on my growth as a writer and person in general as I walk through life. Even our profile info is not up to date. I think I will definitley try to post here more often and I hope my other half on this site, Nique, will also get to post from time to time. Thanks for reading, commenting, and showing love...It is indeed appreciated and needed.

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