Chasing Fame
I had a secret love
A love which was hidden by shyness
By the overwhelming thought of the dull Big L
Loneliness
But one day my heart of iron and my soul of fire
Decided to do what was deemed by desire
As a step towards facing my fear of the unknown
So that my love could see my mind shown
Which was but the dwelling place of her precious face
But then Fame
Fame and Fortune became
A friend to my new proclaimed Dame
Now elevated by status the stairs did grow
And dimmer dimmer the Light would show
My love was there til Fame flew it away
Now I must wait til I'm famous to fight another day.
But then I would have Fame
So now its plain
To me that as I chase my Love
Another chases me like a Dove
Chasing, Searching for ground
So the lost Noah, can be found.
When will the running end?
When you sit down, stupid!
And wait.
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JSamurai
Honestly, though poetry is not a subject I tend to visit frequently, I enjoy reading and deciphering the meanings of any poetry in all forms. As a music enthusiast, I find that music with lyrics that have no purpose might as well not of included the lyrics and just sold the instrumental. As an actor, without the many poetic forms involved in theater acting wouldn't have its impact. So in a way, by becoming a poet, I am completing a required skill set needed to be successful in my industry. I am an African-American Male with a heart of gold, a mind of power, and a soul found only in the depths that is the bible. I am an artist. And not just in a sense of art like pictures or paintings, but an artist in the sense of creating things and beings and characters and messages of magnificent magnitude. I live in my mind and soul. Poetry can o0nly show my true form.
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