A Caged Man Let Loose On Reality

by Mafi Grey

March 10, 2014

No hesitation when my pen touches the paper

or when my words are drenched in color as it's flavor.

I used spoken words as my power, to only let my foes think that I would devour.

I painted success as my image, now let me focus on it as my canvas;

you know that I'm sickened by commitment,

that's why my projects never get finished.

So why won't you let me be that raw savage as I crank it up to kill.

I'll be that animal taking those difficult situations to help me reinvent my will.

See I tired to forge myself into a statue,

something that everyone would look up too.

I struggled to maintain,

because my theory wasn't the only thing that remained.

In anger I felt my pain, yet as a beast I became brave.

Tackled by love and they said it wouldn't be enough,

yet framed as an image and yet i was suppose to be diminished .

A crime of passion left me breathing,

now I'm left seeking for a device that would give me a reason to keep moving.

Reminiscing on the seconds that got pondered into dust.

A phrase meant to be contain, yet to live unnamed.

Wrapped in it's bandages, I slowly became a prisoner to it's manliness.

A trigger towards my figure as I embodied my spirit,

I lived life as a fool; yet only now to see my instruments as my greatest tools.

I figured my imprisonment was something of meaningless,

yet the echo's of my release wouldn't stop haunting me of my weakness.

Shattered mirrors of my reflection, is this the life I choose to be my kingdom.

Enrage about my cage, I let lose my wrath upon age.

Trapped in a body with a mind far beyond my time,

as I begin to realize I'm an adult wrapped in youth as time rewinds.

Written down in stone as my mind grows weak from age,

I'm just a lad trying to find a place I can call home.

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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 (4)

Grant-Grey Porter Hawk GudaMay 11, 2016

<p>Powerful expression. Always let poetry fill your life. Keep expressing your heart.  </p>

Mafi GreyMay 10, 2014

<p>Yeah that's how I was when I was writing it. </p>

savigirl14May 9, 2014

Mafi GreyMar 10, 2014

<div>"He was about to turn either 75 or 80," Hussey says. "We were sitting around talking and he said, 'I can't believe it. I still feel like I just got back from the war. I should be in my 20s — and then I look in the mirror and see this face I don't recognize. That inspired Hussey, a commercial photographer, to capture the sentiment. He posed Gardner in this photo, and for the reflection, hired a model who looks the way Gardner feels."</div><div> </div><div>Tom Hussey</div>