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The Art Of The Mind

by Mafi Grey

The art of meditation is a doorway that will lead you to its wisdom.

Yet your memories will reveal the secrets of conversation.

Then again, we are masterminds of obligations.

Even a creature of silent meditation.

See I look in the places that people forget that are there,

because there are people waiting for me to hear.

 

Standing by the pier, I hear the call of the sea.

It's whistling sound effect, slowly coating my feelings,

and then easing my mind of complications.

I float away from body, mind, and spirit.

To see an image of trajectory, displaying my error of entry.

Now only to see me losing my grip of control.

It looks like I failed at holding, my position of the mission.

Next time I'll figure out a solution.

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Mafi Grey

I went through a lot of hard life situations, but it never stopped me from trying to make something of myself. Currently, I'm following my dream to become a chef and on the side is the passion I hold deep for poetry. I hope you enjoy my art and my poems. Oh, just one more thing, please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when I have an audience behind me. Also, It really shows when a person responds to my quotes or poems can make you feel that special feeling saying you really can do what you can do. I mean it's like a painter who puts his new work in the gallery for display for all to see, and then turns around to see 10 to 20 people standing around trying to figure out his inspiration, his thoughts, and what lead him there? I love when a person understands me and when their trying to dissect my thoughts. Also, when my work of art can help others cope with their monsters and to help a person become inspired. Thanks a lot. I grew up without a father, but that never stop me from becoming a man; yet I thought life would be easy but it wasn't. The pain that I grew up with was hard, but the thought that grew with inside me was even harder. Could I be a good father, could I contain the pain; could I even forget or could I be something better than what he tried to be. Before I knew it, I woke up a man with pain in his knees, with hair on his face; even with sweat, tears, and blood on his sleeves. The lost of hair, the responsibility of having faith in you and where I worked my hands far pass there capabilities. I believe that I'm a pretty fine man and that one day that I will love my children as mush as my father and mother did... Me and my friend has a group, he does music, rap, making beats, and videos. I help out there and here for the music, raps, and videos. I used to rap myself and we go way back. I join the team and he wants me to lead the poetry side and I agreed. If anyone wants to join, then email me at [email protected] and I'll see what you got. Check out my page: https://www.facebook.com/MafiThePoet

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Comments (17)

Mafi Grey
Yeah you know
Madj G
Haha. [email protected]
Mafi Grey
Alr put your email down and I'll send you my number. I don't want everybody knowing my info. Lol
Madj G
Good! Shoot me an email with your number?
Mafi Grey
Sure, why not? I need more people to help express themselves. I could always use another friend in this world.
Madj G
Oh my goodness. That was perfect. I need more people like you in my life. Be my friend.
Mafi Grey
Sometimes a person has to reinvent themselves, to see what is clearly in front of them. Those six months were long, but I had work and drama to push out of my life. That's when I felt relax and refresh. Maybe you need an escape from reality or maybe just your life for right now. Maybe you should take a vacation or a trip to find your intern self and what I mean by rawness is yourself. Maybe something you never told somebody, maybe something you don't want anybody to know, but yourself. I tell everyone my emotions and feelings when I write. It's the only why to release my anger, etc; but it's almost like having your very own therapist. Find that innocence that lurks within you, that person of disguise; that flare of flame that ignites you. That intern rawness of a beautiful black woman, it could be anything. Be that anonymous thing in the room that no one cares to look at. I view life like this every day, can't leave out the house without the sun glasses. Lol
Madj G
The rawness of something... I've never thought about that. But the rawness of what? That's the question. Don't say love. I've been there and done that too many times. Even my boyfriend is tired of me using that as a point of focus, and as an excuse to not to search deep within myself for other topics to write about.
Mafi Grey
Well maybe I could help you. Maybe even give you something to grab your attention. You could write about the rawness of something, something deep inside to help expand your inspiration. I mean write now as I'm replying to you, I have been looking at other people's work and I even been writing out some new poems, the ones I was just telling you about.
Madj G
Then you definitely know how I feel. I observe my surroundings and the issues of society, read works from philosophers and shit, and even get on here for inspiration. So far, nothing.
Mafi Grey
Yeah I was like that for six months and now that I can finally pour my mind on the page, I won't stop until I have nothing to say. It gets like that sometimes, I just can't stand it when I can write anything.
Madj G
Four at once?! I'm horrible, I only posted one and I haven't written in forever. Seems like I have a perpetuated case of writers block. Yet you're rolling. I'm jealous.
Mafi Grey
I'm working on four new poems right now and I have a bunch that i haven't added yet, but there will be some new work soon, you just wait girl.
Mafi Grey
I'll never stop as long as there is rhythm left in mind. Falling to temptations, I'm like a big fancy racing car without any demonstrations.
Madj G
YES!
Madj G
I've read a few of your pieces and I must say, I'm quite intrigued. Some of your poems remind me of the works of James Baldwin. You're pretty good at conveying your story to the audience, although sometimes you leave us surrendering to suspense. Keep it up.
Mafi Grey
Please comment as much as you can. It motivates me to write, when i have an audience behind me. Thanks

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