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Exchanging Rap for Poetry

I met  Rohan Codling who came to work the graveyard shift as a doorman in my building.

Sometimes after his shift was over he would stay and hangout and talk to the folks that came by in the building
and that’s how we became friends.
He’s  a young, vibrant, alive  34- year old that’s studying to become a male nurse.  I recently have gotten to totally enjoy
certain kinds of rap and hip hop and so I asked Rohan if he would assist me in writing some lyrics to an inspirational
rap piece that I had in mind.  In so doing, he also shared some of his poetry that he has been writing since he was
l2 years old,  He wrote the poetry that turned out  to be his saving grace because of much abuse that he suffered at the hands
of a family member.  As a result his poetry has the sound of an old soul and Rohan is way older than his 34 years.
When I walk into our lobby and he’s on his shift he brightens up the entire room with his amazing smile.
I asked Rohan if I could share some of his poetry and here are 2 of the poems he has written:
                                        “A MATTER OF HEART”
I say to you that my will is thy Good will
I will live in thy heart and die in thy lap
Kiss the lips of that which is like a cloud.
Soft through and through
Serve god and love me with thy mind and all that is you
I live to live for you and the grace of god which comes
Through my prayer for you and I
My soul strikes a chime that only ring a long note
Known to the angels
As the song of love which is never rendered A quiet moment,
For eternity, till time thus end.
                       “I am the man before you”
I am the man you see before you
The true test of time,
That’s who I am!
Who am I?
The past, present and the whole future
The future of my existence,
In the hand of whom I hold
In the hand of, which is mine?
Walking through this life slowly
To absorb life, while I become
As valuable as time
Staying on the straight path
I hope to recover one day
From loves wrath
Lick the wounds of a lost love
While forgetting lovers in my pubescent form
Admiring others that have grown up
Having the same urges that died with a part of me
When life’s truest experience comes alive “AGE
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