Thursday, February 14, 2019

Soulsational

I'm young but I'm an old soul.


I love all types of music but I have an affinity for that old soul.


As I'm listening to those smooth groves I feel like I'm going back in time.


I so my eyes so that I can picture the melody of the sultry pioneers of the Motown sound. 


James brown soul brotha number 1 getting down.


Marvin Gaye let know what's going on.


The Jackson five taught my ABC's.


Smokey was smooth but wasn't afraid to cry the tears of a clown while cruising the scene.




Stevie wonder's talent would never bore you.


There wasn't a Mountain high enough to stop MS Diana Ross.


Gladness Knight made you want be on the platform waiting to see her before she left on that midnight train to Georgia.


The quality of the music back then was so impactful.


You hear the passion in every note being sang.
You could feel the intensity from all instruments being played.



Those artist  made you forget  your troubles and remind you about the splendors of life.


The Motown sound really stirred the soul.


I guess that's why they call it soul music.


They tore down social barriers and changed the world with their art form.


Artist from golden era of Motown will forever be cherished.
 
Each individual singer and each singing  group ld a special place in someone's heart.


They were motivational.


They were sensational.


If I had to call their style  anything.... I'd call it soulsatioanl




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Wednesday, January 23, 2019

The sun is up.

I'm the type of person that takes the time to appreciate the small things in life.


In the life it's a must.


No matter how bad my day is going I just remember the sun up.


The sun doesn't actually reside in the sky.
The sun is in outer space.


Yet some how when I look up on clear day I feel it's rays on my face.


The sun stays up.


I could be laying in hospital bed paralyzed but the sun would still rise.
I could be in my death bed about to draw my last breath.
The sun would still rise


I could be down and destitute.


I could be scavenging in dumpsters for my next meal.


The sun still would manage to be up.
No matter what happens in the world the sun will always rise.


I always keep that nugget tucked in the back of my mind.


 The sun is in me.


If it can always  manage to rise then so can I.


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hlh  CR 12/23/19

Gramsta

You so tough.
You so bad.


You pose with weapons that have extended clips but you can't buy your new born a decent pair of kicks.


You so tough.

You so bad.


You flash gang signs and yet nobody from the turf has ever heard of you.

You so tough.




You so bad.

You got top shelf bottles in motel express room.

You so tough.

You so bad.


You wearing a ski mask daring all you online haters to bring the smoke.

You so tough.

You so bad.

You got table full of product, money, and the captions reads trap or die.

You so tough.

You so bad.

Let me ask you few a questions?

When was the last time that you actually been in fight?

When was the last time you did bid?

When was the last time you did anything for your community or your kids?

Who exactly are  tying to impress or intimidate?

Who are you trying to fines?

Does your real life match up to the filtered pics you have posted?

What's your purpose for logging on?

Why do you want to show the world this?

Is your instagram presence the truth or packed full of lies?

If it was the truth and not lies you wouldn't bother posting incriminating pictures like that because every real one knows.

Killahs move in silence and gangstas don't advertise.

I'm not a tuff guy or know -it- all.

I'm just a poet( novice poet at that)  with a keen eye and weak stomach for suka ish.

If your really about that life...."ACT LIKE IT"
 
Stop telling on yourself.


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Thursday, January 10, 2019

taping my pen

I'm just setting back tapping my pen.


I tap my pen and let it flow.


I don't interfere with rhythm.


I don't stifle or try to control  vibration.


I just tap.


I tap.


It writes.


Sometimes when I tap it cuts me.


Sometimes when I tap it cuts someone else.


I still tap.


When I tap I never know what will come out until it does.


My pen does the writing.


I just tap it.


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What do you know about it

Its easy to sit back, observe, and comment on another person's situation without any hesitation.


It's real easy.


It's real easy to tell them all the motivational  cliché's.


Tell them to keep a stiff upper lip .


Stay strong.


Keep on keeping on.


Pray.
 
Stay positive.


Easy right?


Whole time not knowing what's keeping them up at night.
What's eating away at their soul.


Not fully being aware of just how much physical pain and strain their ailment puts them though and takes them through.


Not so easy now is it.


Tell a homeless person this to shall pass while their out begging for table scraps.


Its easy to tell a person in the financial red that their current situation isn't their final destination .


What do you really know?

How could possibly understand?


How could you relate?


What qualifies you to tell them its never too late?


Sometimes the best advice is a silent sentiment.


A kind gesture can not be measured.


Actions speak louder than words.


It's its okay to sympathize with their plight.


Show them instead telling them it will be alright.


 






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Sunday, January 6, 2019

I'll be the one.

Everybody deserves hope.
Everybody deserves compassion.
Everybody deserves empathy.
They world is cruel enough on it's own it doesn't need our help.
But people in suffering from the cruelness do.
I'll be the one to help you get through.
I may not look with eyes.
I might not listen with my ears.
I have my own special way to let you know that I'm here.
I wouldn't call it a gift.
I wouldn't call it a calling.
If I had to call it anything I'd call it just being human.
I'll be that reminder that you still matter.
I'll be that shoulder to lean on.
I'll be that gentle nod of assurance .
I'll the one to find something decent to say.
I'll be the one to bring meaning to your day.
Don't call me hero.
An angle.
or heaven sent.
I'm just here to help you add up your self worth when you feel that you don't have a cent.




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HLH 01/06/18



our kids


I think about our kids and all the negative stigmas placed on them by society .

I think about all the unfair crosses they have to bear.

I think about all the obstacles they have to overcome. 

They get labeled as lost .

disrespectful.

arrogant.

unfocused.

 violent .

angry.

ignorant.

savage.

criminally insane. 

drug  addicted.

undisciplined .

mentally incompetent.
 

You'll never make it imagery and subliminal  messages gets aimed as weapons and hurled straight to their subconscious.

Despite all those obstacles our kids find a way to stay conscious. [woke] 

They use their platforms to network and increase their net worth. 
They share information


They demonstrate and spread awareness.

They take action.



They get involved.

When they get together no questions go unanswered.


No problems are left unsolved.

Our kids are graduating at record highs.

Their doing more than just selling drugs and getting high.

They are becoming entrepreneurs.
They are light years ahead of the learning curve.

They are brilliant trail blazers giving this world the change that it deserves.

They bridging the cultural gap.

Every day they break down a new barrier.

They becoming pillars in the community and love giving back.

They have this life thing down.

It's the rest world that needs to get on track.


Salute to the black excellence coming from my young kings and queens.

They do not get enough encouragement from the media so I'm using my platform to  applaud their efforts and lift them up. 
 

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