LeJuane Bowens, The Crown Prince of Ugly, presents a taste of his tremendous talent with his latest IREP Presentation - "Is This The End?" 

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8  PRM of C.O.R.E. & CEO The M.A.L.E. Secto Written by The Renaissance Poet , on 24-07-2008 19:42 , IP: 198.85.228.129 ***We gotta come strong with each other to show verbal truth fam!***    You kow I had to hit you up with a take from my own mind, so...      BLACK POETIC EXPRESHUNZ  BY: KEENAN M. GORHAM  (The Renaissance Poet)       Is this the end?  (c)2008 LeJuane Bowens      Addition by yours truly:  “The Endowed Hand: The Renaissance Poet”  (c)2008-Keenan.M.Gorham      Is This The End?    “Is this the end that man envisioned  or the beginning that God ordained!”  (Think!)    For forty days and forty nights our hearts weep  and drown out our souls   And though we weathered the storms of tragedy  nothing could part us from floods of heartache and sympathy  We build up walls of hurt to keep such pains from running through  our only vessels be blood and our only havens go unsaved  We’d go from readin’ hieroglyphics to Roman numerals  and seek saviors in trenches filled with mummified angels  lighting torches to guide our fears and   burnin’ bridges to bushes to warm our sins as we’d journey  to the end  (Ain’t no such thing as guiding lights or transparencies  from falling stars when you’re bein’ dropped from Heaven!)  Walking from the plains of Jerusalem to the sons in Zion  and resting in the dens with lions and standing meek as   the followers pitchin’ rocks against our Goliath enemies  we’d bow our heads nightly like stock piles on solemn grounds  kissin’ the Earth for its forgiveness  but nothing we do is ever heaven sent or heavenly sweet  For our worlds would be heavy with lack and   never finding the nerve to find our ways back home  In fear we’d turn to stone and loose our serving gifts  like raptures of redemption we’d be given exemption  and shepherds of servitude we’d be destitute   And all we’d put into would amount to nothing other than  simple keep, for we’d only be reserving our place in the end  (Like a magician without trickery life without death is simple imagery  and... eternity is in the eye of the beholder!)  Marked like a beast and trampled over like the dead  we give in instead of fightin’ ‘til the beginning  For our staffs and our rods aren’t fit to comfort us any-longer  so our lives come to an end without so much as a  doctrine to keep us from loosing it and just accept   the revelation to be that all things we as humans go through  inevitably just prepare us for the final truth and  everlasting end.          (c)copyright2008-Keenan.M.Gorham

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