Posts Tagged Poetry

To Be

To Be
By Jordan Bates

Fast-forward nights of trickling 
whiskey 
risking my 
liver for friendships 
like diamonds

amidst the expanding 
panorama

sight-seeing mind-
bleeding my calling
falling never ever
will I
forget to be a good boy

like Mom always told me to
be nice

so climb do i ever
elevate my aura
aligning vibes with 
universal verses hymns
melodies 

pursuing perfect
transcendence
like a mythical ray
of light amidst

millennia
of
blackness

because a God
is what I want to be when I 
grow up 

and I’m

back now
background
surrounded 

by people! people
I love

amigos like three notes
of symphonic beauty
tickling my ear
drums rustling
the leaves
of this soul  

and I

create
a legacy 

take nada for granted, yes,
I thank
the Essence each
second
for this chance
to be.

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The Rabbit—Relaxing Poem, Music, and Video. Enjoy.


The Rabbit
By Jordan Bates

Once upon a midday sunny,
I fancied life to be quite funny
As I gazed upon a bunny
From a green and modest hill. Read the rest of this entry »

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The Epiphany

As an avid rap and hip-hop fan and a huge music enthusiast, I take pride in trying to expand my favorite genre beyond the stereotypical subject matter and predominantly black influences that give many people a distaste for rap.  To integrate some of my firmly held beliefs with my favorite music and try to reach a larger audience, I decided to make this video for a class last semester.   Read the rest of this entry »

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The Love My Parents Give Me

This is a poem I wrote to my parents for my gift to them last Christmas.

The Love My Parents Give Me
By Jordan Bates

The love my parents give me is sunlight,
Streaming through a window into my life.
Even when the window is ignored and gathers dust,
The light shines through. Read the rest of this entry »

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Lost

Lost
By Jordan Bates

When will I find the words that seem to be so lost,
Drifting aimlessly amidst the others
In the well of my consciousness,
A well that runs deep, beyond the point
To where I am capable of withdrawing them. Read the rest of this entry »

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