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Is This The End? - LeJuane Bowens

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

Is this the end?
Is this the life that I was destined to live
Am I the anomaly of an equation that’s
Meant to add life to something as we know
Be the positive in the scheme of things which may seem to be
Proportioned by numbers and arithmetic so that the sum equals a whole number
A whole me
Or the negative balance that takes away and keeps taking until thereIs nothing positive left and the
Only thing that remains is the integer that continuously steeps
Further in to negative, the minus
The nothing.
Is this the pinnacle point of my existence whereI live it up and go out with a bang so that people years from now
Remember the name and tell their children and their children’s children
Of a man who lived his life on the edge
Or do I just rot away into the slums of the Earth
Only to disappear and fade away into the thing that most of these
Vessels on this planet
Have no choice but to succumb to……
A nameless nobody.
Is this the chapter in my never-ending story when
The hero dies and evil reigns over the land bringing this to an end
Or, is this the point where the hero overcomes all of his obstacles
And progresses into more than what he once was so that
The new story will beginIs this the climatic conclusion?
Of a cleaver plot conceived by the many people who in this life
Breed of gluttony, greed, and envy
Or is this just a paranoid thought brought on by myself
From the many delusional thoughts that have had ran through my head a plenty
Is this the moment of clarity
When the heavens open up and shine down the guiding light
Showing me the greatness that is meant to come forthIs it my calling?
My leap of faith that beckons me to achieve that goal to live and
Ensures me of something better in this plane of existence.
Heh, I don’t know what this is anymore
At this moment, I’m just laying here in this hospital bed
Anticipating what’s next
Contemplating of the action of the attempt of taking my own life
Was that leap of faith I was supposedly destined to follow the right choice
Or a mistake
I can’t even speak on it at this moment because I can’t seem to open my eyes
And all I can here is a woman telling my family that I’m in a deep sleep
Without knowing when Ill ever wake up
So whether or not I live on a respirator without ever getting to see
Artificial light grace my pupils once again
Or the plug gets pulled and that will guarantee me to rest in either
An afterlife based on being tortured, abused, and mangled
Or in eternal bliss
All I can do now is wait on the outcome
And ask myself this...

Is this the end?

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Comments (8)

1 This Is Truth
Written by Andrae Wallace, on 28-11-2007 16:36 , IP: 75.184.6.252
yo this is like the epitome of great.... and I second every word of this..... I try to tell these KIDS that they need to calm down and become like us "the LIMITED COMODITY known as a GOOD MAN" *peace* - DRE

2 I love this as much as I Love you
Written by Ashley Boles, on 28-11-2007 16:39 , IP: 75.184.6.252
damn baby...i really like this...you're making it especially hard to pick a favorite

3 RAW!!!!!!!!
Written by Miss Sasha, on 28-11-2007 16:42 , IP: 75.184.6.252
OMG, that was raw. I really really liked this one......................hell, I like all ur work. Let these ni99as kno what a real man should be like, they need to hear it from someone who knows how to wear the crown like they say. Good job man, I'm proud of u.

4 Written by Foxxy-Milliyon, on 30-11-2007 15:15 , IP: 75.184.6.252
IT'S FUNNY HOW WE AS PEOPLE WAIT TILL THE LAST MINUTE TO REFLECT ON THE THINGS THAT WE DID WRONG. WHEN WE THINK THAT IT IS ALMOST OVER, THAT'S WHEN WE WSH THINGS TO BE DIFFERENT. SOMETIMES IT IS TOO LATE THEN. I REALLY LIKE THIS POEM. I THINK THAT IT WILL OPEN UP PEOPLE'S EYES TO SOME THINGS

5 OMG
Written by Jerry Jones, on 01-12-2007 15:10 , IP: 75.184.6.252
I sat here and read this,and I thought about everything I've done in life while at the same time,thinking of how my last moments would be like.Great job on this poem

6 This is a gem
Written by Greg Johnson, on 04-12-2007 15:12 , IP: 75.184.6.252
I read this poem and thought about everything that I've done in life.Great job.

7 LOL
Written by Greg Johnson, on 04-12-2007 15:14 , IP: 75.184.6.252
Jerry said the same thing I said.That's crazy.LOL.Well your poem did have that affect on me and I'm sure a lot of folks are going to feel the same way as I did

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