My sole worn now
From long roads
Corners turned
Alleys strolled
Edgier now
For I have seen
Summers go
Bodies in winter…freeze
Torn but once new
Yes I have been owned
By a few
Every heel and toe remembered
Aaron
Randall
Tracy
Edward
Old and torn but once new
My strings are dirty
Yet strong
Each blemish a memory on my exterior walls
I wear them with pride
As I keep on stepping through life.
© Demitri Tyler
Excerpt from the book “Measuring For Balance”
About the Author
Writer, orator and activist, Demitri the poet with the Greek name that if translated would read “dedicated to, follower of Mother Earth,” is a rising voice out of San Francisco planting words of wisdom as if seeds beneath the flesh. His talents as a rapper formed his early years gaining him recognition as mc to watch in underground circles with performances at the Upper Room the cities hottest poetry/rap venue at the time as well as his activism in and around the community and state college campuses.
Family tragedy and the realities of life caused this man to hang up his music career and vanish for over ten years but it was time well spent for out of the darkness has emerged a streaking comet who has made the transition from rap to poetry look seamless.
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I like the tone of this. If I may, ‘play the muse’. The miles wear holes on the souls of my shoes, insert cardboard, now the stroll into tomorrow continues. People also wear holes in our souls, insert spiritual spackle, now the best of me is yet to come.
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