Trying To Get A Rep

Trying To Get A Rep

 I spit words you try to deny you heard from me, an urban poet

You’re conscience gets the best of you, your actions now show it

You’ve got your finger on the trigger to make your rep bigger

But you body begins to quiver because you know you can’t deliver

Trying to act like you hard, trying to play God when you are no better than me

You think you rough and tough now that hand-to-hand combat is obsolete in the street

If you think you got the biggest gun son trust me, you don’t want none

Cause he got a sawed-off shottie, caught a lot of bodies, you better run

Trying to play the game of life right? But you don’t even know the rules my brother

Perpetrating a fraud, trying to act raw as you break the law trying to impress another

You need to put the gun down and throw your hands up if you think you tough

Cause all this bloodshed is making my eyes red with tears, think there has been enough?

I remember back in the day we would all play and the stories we would tell

I get pissed as I reminisce about what momma use to say as I sit in my jail cell

As I stare at the skies, tears roll from my eyes as I’m wishing I had listened from the start

It’s a fact that I can’t go back; I can’t take that bullet out of that man’s heart

I’ll never again see my children or wife because I’m serving life with no chance of parole

My actions on that one night ruined my life now I’m begging the lord to heal my soul.

Written by

Emerson Welch

A Mother's Anguish

A Mother’s Anguish

 Though it’s no longer the latest sensation sweeping the nation

The drug called crack still sends negative vibrations

It’s just a potent form of cocaine

Feels twice as nice when it reaches your brain

When it reaches your brain it feels like you are on cloud nine

You don’t want to come down because you feel so fine

So you run down to the corner of your block

You're on your way to the nearest crack spot

When you get there you pull a five, ten or twenty

Cause when you want a good thing, you got to have plenty

So now you're on your way home to smoke the crack

Not realizing, it’s your brain it attacks

So you smoking it till the break of dawn

You smoke the crack until all is gone

When all is gone your eyes run water as if they were rivers

Your now wondering what is going wrong as your body starts to quiver

Your mouth is dry as you are coming off the high now you want more crack

Your dealer says, you’re like a stray cat he once fed; you keep coming back

All because you hung out, now you’re strung out and it’s your habit he’ll feed

And since he is on the devil’s level he’ll give you whatever you need

You think he’s your friend but then he doesn’t pretend

To care about the fact that you’re eight months pregnant and your carrying twins within

Because you didn’t listen when you were warned, your kids are deformed

Now you’re sad as you sit in rehab, wishing you had listened before they were born.

  

Written By

Emerson Welch

Child Abuse

CHILD ABUSE

 If you’ve suffered physical abuse as a child

You were probably confused as a child 

You were all alone to fend for yourself

You could tell no one, so you spoke to yourself

You probably asked yourself why me, why me?

Since why me means why not he or she, you no longer ask why me?

Night after night you cried yourself to sleep

And night after night you awoke from that sleep

In a cold sweat, still crying and shaking

Trying to forget about the dream but you can’t stop shaking

The violent beatings in the dreams seemed so real I even hurt

Not just physically but emotional as well I hurt

Why does he hit me repeatedly with any object in sight?

Does he really mean it when he says, “ Get out of my sight”?

I have evil thoughts of my own, like I wish he were dead

For sure I wouldn’t have to endure these beatings if he were dead

But would the nightmares end when his life ends? Or will they continue?

Will I always be afraid to go to sleep for as long as my life continues?

He has now passed on and I am now a grown man with many issues

The physical and emotional abuse I endured is at the root of my issues

If I had one wish granted, my roots would be re-planted and showered with love

I’d have more self-confidence and intelligence; for those qualities emanate from love

At least that is what I hear because I’ll never know what it is to be loved by another

He told me he loved me too; thus I am confused; I no longer want to be loved by another.

Written By

Emerson Welch

Stars

STARS

  

The stars in the sky illuminate with such beauty

I can see them every night, yet they always seem new to me

I ‘m often amazed as I gaze at the stars twinkling in the night

There’s so many ways I give praise and all of them right

The beauty I behold is that of an empty space

I’m a part of this darkness thus the smile on my face

For I’m part of creation and I am a star in my own right

Like the stars in the skies, I too will shine bright

Deep within us all there is a star waiting to shine

While you search for yours, I’ve discovered mine

So now I appreciate the beauty of the stars for they are

No longer new to me, just true to me, that we all possess a star.

Written by

Emerson Welch

Poetry From A Dead Man

Poetry From A Dead Man

I would climb the highest mountain in search of the truth

 I would drink from the fountain if it restored my youth

 I would then travel a different road, thereby changing where I am today

 I would appreciate all beauty my eyes behold if only I had my way

 But hindsight is always twenty-twenty or so I’ve heard before

 And if I could, I would change plenty; I’d be different that’s for sure

 I would lead by example for I realize it’s my example some would follow

I’d take heed to the words of the proverb; never put off what you can do today till tomorrow

 At sunrise I’d start my exercise routine to make my body stronger

 Yes at mornings first light I’d start my day right so that I may live longer

 I’d live everyday as if it were my last for it may very well be

 I wouldn’t dwell on the past or the lies some people tried to sell me

 If only I had a chance to live life all over again

 Perhaps I’d find romance; perhaps I would even have friends

 But instead I lay in the dark and I must admit I think often

 About the attack that stopped my heart as I lay in this coffin.

Written by

Emerson Welch

A Homeless Man’s Faith

A Homeless Man’s Faith

As I awake from a good-night's rest, I can’t help but see people staring at me

Is it because I lay on the ground downtown that they are glaring at me?

I haven’t had a shower in weeks and a home cooked meal is a thing of the past

Shelter is what I now seek as people stare at me as they walk; some slow, some fast

Some look with sorrow in their eyes and some look surprised, I can tell

A homeless man is what I am and some can’t take the smell

I would bathe every night because it’s right if only I had a place to call home

It doesn’t have to be as cool to this dude as the condo in the Pocono’s I once owned

It was only a year ago, two years before my mortgage was to be paid off

I walked into work, got my feelings hurt when told I was being laid off

Though I didn’t expect it, I had no choice but to accept it

Now as I struggle to live; I beg others to give, who could’ve expected it

My savings have been depleted, because my boss decided to downsize

But my soul hasn’t been defeated as a matter of fact, I’m on the rise

You see you can’t keep a good man down and a good man is what I am

So says the man above who has shown me love; though some don’t understand

Why I still believe he guides and provides for me, though I now live in the streets

My faith in him as a friend comes from within because he is a part of me

Yes even in the face of adversity he will always come first to me that I’ll never deny

I am never alone because to me God has shown he’s always at my side

So as I pray every night, I try to live right to change the way in which I live

I’ll get a chance to change my circumstance and it’s an opportunity only he can give.

Written by

Emerson Welch

The Children

The Children

Children in our streets are starving to death

We've got to find a way to improve their health

Now, I don’t know how it started in the first place

But I know, that there is a way

That we can lend a hand to supply what they need

For we are the fruit; they are the seed

So people in the world, let’s join the fight

Together we can help keep their dreams alive

You see the children of today are the leaders of tomorrow

So let’s set a good example for them to follow

Let’s teach them to help one another

And love each other as if they were brothers

And just maybe, we will see

The whole world live in peace & harmony

Written by

Emerson Welch