Explicit Poetry V
The Explicit Poetry (EP) collection is my personal favorite among all else I write. The vast majority of what I put together into words has some social commentary in it, but none like what’s strung together like the EP collection. I treat EP like a challenge, to really put forth the very best of my best work. It’s written in a more “urban” style, the lines have varying syllables and rhymes that can almost be read as a rap (the music genre). EPV steps away from that a little with a tempo that varies throughout.
Let me share with you what I see- May I?
Dissensions and rivalries- No one can agree
Why are we, fighting we?- Rejecting The One we need
I'm writing of scenes I never wanted to see
I watch the world sell their souls-
Reaping sorrow only to sow in weeping
Desperate to add time to their watch
Dying to live, trading life for death- Only to die trying
Finding only indigence on the walkway to material wealth
Following evidence left behind by the flesh
Can I continue?
I can't- Follow suit and sell myself only to cross the very line I signed on
I've got a lot more on my mind than the dollars in the lottery
I can't- Allow myself to contain a mind tamed by misfortune
I'm a poet, I don't make pottery-
Writing about The One- But hidden, discreet in the poetry
But if it's hidden, it isn't explicit-
This is what resides within the lines of linen I've woven into my mask for comfort
Held back because this culture is quick to hit cancel
Can I call it a ransom?- How can I save my identity?
From falling on the ball field, in the bedroom, or to the billfold
Is it any more than what's written in the spaces I left for correction?
Within the lines of Explicit Poetry I toe the line between social commentary and self reflection
On one side is self-righteous and the other is chasing perfection
Such a thin line that divides two sides of the same coin
Both in disguise-
Pride cannot fill security's place
But still it wears the mask of bravery
Blurring the line between what I look at and what I see
Shading the difference between insecurity and humility
And that might be all I say without any diffidence
Standing surrounded by passivist standing around passing fits
There's no standing it so it's not in my plan to fit in
I just can't have my hand in it-
I'd rather have bad luck than bad company
Just reason one of many
But who am I to judge?
The only man I can question is he who stands in the mirror
Better than no one, but worse than none
There's was none but one man who lived to perfection
But rejected by the world then, and now-
And if that's the case I have to ask why I chase such perfection
I have to ask- Would I leave the ninety-nine to seek after the one?
Left rejected by that same one?
And the same sum, that rejected the same One I mentioned in lines three and sixteen
If I were to exactly quote the fourth of the four gospel writers-
I'd still be writing- But where would I be?
If I lost my means to reach, what would I seek?
The answer isn't here, but with every line I grow closer
Can I continue? At another time- With this, Explicit Poetry
About the Creator
Josh Morgan
I began writing as a means of expressing creativity, relieving stress, and venting emotions. I mention my daily battle with mental health a lot, I hope it is relatable and inspiring to readers, as writing is something I'm passionate about.
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