Poetry by Cedric MrReddmann Smith||English Poetry

Poetry by: Cedric MrReddmann Smith

Pen-name: Solomon Kane

Rain

The rain feels good when falls from the sky and hits your face. Rain washes away the pain of a desolate and loathsome place.

Have u ever walked in the rain? Or have ever sat there and watched it pour? It's like the heavens are crying out their soul for our poor loathsome world. They say u can see God n the sky so I look up sometimes just so I can look him in the eyes. A sinner, a savage, a forgotten man..sometimes I wonder when God will make the pain end. When I look at the rain sometimes I wonder y it feels different each time I see it. Like God is trying to get our attention through begging and pleading. I think the rain is one of God's ways of communication. He sees all the sin in this world and cries out in desperation. I think our fathers and ancestors are crying too. The rain is their way of trying to remind us of what they went through. Remember the rain that pours on the world each day. Remember God talks to each of us in his own special way

Drowning

I looked from the water as it crashed over my head. I'm screaming out loud but I only hear it in my head. 

I look around and there's water everywhere..oh God..am I dead? Am I dying? The water is swirling, crushing, piercing my very existence. 

I look out into its depths and I see something swimming towards me. It's massive its huge..it makes me feel so tiny..as I sink I feel the water getting heavier. 

I feel my life getting shorter..the more I fight the more I sink..the more try to live the easier it is for me to fall..is this it? Am I done? Have I given it my all? As I look up I see the creature swimming towards me..closer and closer it gets the more I sink.

I close my eyes so I don't see this horrible thing..at that very moment my alarm begins to ring. I jump up out my sleep and fall to the floor thanking God it was only a dream.

Make me a better heart

The heart is made of blood and muscle.
The Life that connects us in this never-ending struggle.
When a woman comes along and takes a man's heart she's in control and can turn it into art.
She can help him...build him... support him and draw his heart into something strong and solid so that it will never fall apart. 
Love is drug an aphrodisiac to the senses and woman can draw a man's heart like a painting on a canvas. 
She will pull him..test him..build him and be his queen but she has to draw his heart with her very being.
As she draws his heart more of her flows into him..he feels it..she feels it... it's like breathing. Inhaling..exhaling they become one breathing each other deep into their lungs. 
The painting we see is her love 4 him as she draws his heart we see her dedication to the labor and task which needs no explanation.  Love is not for the weak..these things take time because of love ages and get sweet just like wine.

Fire burns inside me

Fire burns inside me I can feel it in my veins.The way my mind works makes some people consider me insane

I am not at fault for this nor am I to blame. My life is a reflection of my environment which will always remain the same. 

As I walk down my street I can feel the cracks underneath my feet which let me know my world suffers just like me. 

As I look up in the sky I can see the wind moving the trees so I know my father in heaven heard me when I get down on my knees.

The cars are driving by and no one seems to notice the simple things anymore. It's those simple pleasures that keep our souls from wanting more. 

We search for the truth but we seek it not in ourselves. When will accept our gifts and stand up to the devil in hell.

He laughs at us and we play right along with dancing singing and moving to his song. Then the tables turn and we start to see our sin that's when the devil's fun really begins. 

The world was given to us by our father but the devil controls the souls of the greedy to lead them to the slaughter.

 It's time we stand up in this life and the next. It's time to fight 4 what we believe in and carve that courage on our chest. 

God has been fighting for us for so long when we will see that the fight he is trying to win lives inside of each of our beliefs. We are the soldiers, the kings, and the queens which is why we are the ones who can bring the devil to our knees.

Believe in yourself believe in your worth because that fire that lives in your veins is all I speak of.

English Poetry submitted by Cedric MrReddmann Smith through the Facebook messenger app. Thank you Cedric for giving us that opportunity.

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