The Poetry Of..
Nathan A. Baker..................................
Carolina Rose
Asphalt stretching
White lines cutting the night
Detours redirecting
Traffic through my mind
Potholes and low shoulders
A few more miles to go
Up around the next corner
There'll be a better road
Watching the flora
Cause Lord only knows
There's only one like her
Where wild flowers grow
Blue jeans and red bandanas
Adorn my sweet Carolina Rose
Average Joe
I can't find the rungs
On my ladder of success
After my fall from grace
Each step is a test
If I ever get two dimes
I'll rub them both together
I've been this cold before
In a lot warmer weather
Its dog eat dog in this soup bowl
Loyalty is good but a pedigree is gold
Mutts like me will come and go
Boxed in metal and lined in rows
Give me pen and paper,
Sense enough to pass the time,
And I'll try not to quiver about
High on weed & wine
Jimmy
Could have been a tradesman
Brick mason or carpenter
Could have been a plumber
Given opportunity
Grew up on the south side
Running from the law
Branded trouble, it was all
He ever saw
Streets took a hold on him
And held him for a while
Lost freedom in the shuffle
Lockup was his trial
Sinner's heart, salvation's seed,
Spirit reborn, Jesus met Jimmy's need
But the city had no job for him
Hustle here hustle there
Jimmy hustled his fair share
But gave it up when he learned to care
Brother longed to hammer silver nails
And sail on ships with silken sails
Goodbye my friend
We'll talk again before too long
I'm sad now that Jimmy's gone
Single bullet to head
In a puddle blood red
Robber left him dead
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