On the streets
You toiled, Making your hands pain To gain
Is my sweet, Though bitter, I say it’s better Than butter
The sun sets on your head And the coldness at night End at you feet
You worked to see me healthy
Even now that you’re not wealthy I heed to your words Cause you are my world.
©Les June Ak.
Do you know of a place?
Where is love deserved, Not desired?
Where destinations are fated
Not designed? And no one wants resignation?
A place where
Humanity is not taught, But something in our DNA?
A place that humans
Know of no hardships, But appreciate their hardwork?
A land that has history
Written of men with blood Being spilled on earth, Not men killing their fellow men?
Do you know of a place Where the sun is loved Liked the moon?
Where everyone is equal,
And men not talking equality, But do equity?
Am tired and fired,
And needs to move, So tell me quick!
Les June Ak.
In the good old days,
We race, Running the streets With glittering chattering,
We chanted the stories of grandma,
The proverbs Grandpa told us Are our favorite lines,
The dark part of the stories
Are our fears We hold hands when we imagined the scariest monsters
Childhood, we missed,
How we almost kiss as kids Is forgotten but recorded I have recovered your favorite cover, Of the days we were able to know the truth
Of the days to come,
Or days left, not from our childhood, Just on the last day you left, I couldn’t see any day better than the days we spent in dreams When looking at each other.
©Les June Ak.
Raised in this world, All I have known is class ‘Cause that’s where my future lays And all my hopes come to last When my teacher tells me to write
In the cold mornings,
I journey the darkest Streets, Climbed the hills, Cross the rivers, And travel thru the desert To come to class ‘Cause that’s where my future lays
I trust my hands,
Believe my heart, And know my arms Will carry the books on my back As my feet stands on the boots To reach me to the class ‘Cause that’s where my future lays
I have succeeded
Because I am educated All my needs Are knitted On my knees As I pray to my God, To open my goals.
Knowledge is success
My future is bright because I have attended the class As that’s where my future lays.
If I kick the bucket,
Please do not lament, For I would have correctly answered to the call of infinity, Look for a poet, let him write one poem, Burry me within it, Write the poem about my journey, let the stanzas be my coffin, let the poetic devices be my last flowers, don’t make it too melancholy, let the rhymes be my last memorial songs, ooooohh please do include visual imagaries for people to picture my favorite moments with my favorite people, to those who didn’t knew me well, please just tell them i was a dreaming poet, but in my life was just a personna.. Let not my family think I’m gone forever, Just tell them I went to find answers, For the questions show them my diary…. @lesjuneak