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Harlem Roof Top
Upon this roof top I stare out at the stars. I am not disturb by the city life, the coming and going of people the beeping of cars. I had escape the madness of misery, and people weeping in jars, my thoughts are like a Olympic athlete leaping to Mars. No open wounds seeping pain. The removing of scars. No police no jail cells no loud banging or the clanging of bars. No sad thoughts to hold. No more chasing bad memories that poison my soul. Only good memories more precious than gold. On this roof top thinking of all the inner battles I fought. Now a days I find myself running from myself, fleeing from my own negative thoughts. To night I am not absorb in life problems. Finding myself inside myself. Perched on a rooftop in Harlem
Published 23rd Oct 2020
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11th Jul 2024 2:09am
Perfection my King and I love seeing Harlem through, your eyes, this is one of those times I can glimpse the heart and mind of a true poet, and your words in its honesty are very soothing to the state of the soul.
Very nicely delivered, my love.
Enjoy your evening in all you do, and I am praying for a better tomorrow as best from today
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
Very nicely delivered, my love.
Enjoy your evening in all you do, and I am praying for a better tomorrow as best from today
Love and Hugs, always,
SKC🤎
11th Jul 2024 2:25am
I wrote this reflecting back when I was younger. Growing up in a city,with everything going on. And I just wanted to escape the Madness and I would go to my roof top and lay back under the stars and the moon. And I would mediate and stare at the heavens. And climb it with my mind. The city didn't exist anymore. The madness could not touch me there. And the madness in n my mind stayed in the city below. I found peace on that roof top my Queen I slept there all nights plenty nights. The memories of those times inspired this piece. Thank you my Queen for your thoughtful and motivating comments. And your keen awareness of seeing who I am. How I hide myself in my expressions. Have a beautiful Harlem night. My Queen. I truly love you.
11th Jul 2024 2:30am
You sure know how flatter this Queen, my love and your musing is well deserving, you are a man of greater means and that is the man who has my heart, who pampers my mind, in addition to, I love your intellectual observation.
In as much, you are humbly welcome.
In as much, you are humbly welcome.
