Tuesday, September 18, 2018

bypass

If you don't love her then leave her alone.

Don't make promises to her you know you don't  intend on keeping.

Don't  sit up in her loved one's faces and proudly profess feelings that you don't actually feel for her.

Don't take an oath to keep it real with her.
Don't waste her time.
Save your money and stop buying those lavish gifts.
Stop facetimetiming.
Stop texting and sexting.
Your not playing to win.
Your just playing.
If your just playing the game then explain the rules to her.
If don't love leave her.
Don't stay and mistreat her.
If your that bored get a hobby.
Think of something new you can do for a cheap laugh.
People are real... not toys.
If you know your not for real.

bypass.





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crazy days

You  your have goods
You have bad days.
Sometimes you can't even classify what a day is.
Stuck in a vortex of disillusion.
wrapped in blanket of anxiety.
Sometimes the deepest of breaths don't help you catch your breath.
You can't create a quite space because the voices in your head are too loud.
Pray about it.
Seek therapy.
meditate.
No. Rx's are defiantly answer.
Everyone's  such an expert.
Everyone wants to just how you hurt.
So quick to call you sick.
crazy.
mentally ill.
All theses labels just because on some days your not quite sure how to feel.
You know what's  even crazier than the situation going on in head.
The red flags other people see before you do.
You never once entrained the notion of hurting yourself or someone else.
Your just hurting.
Everyone has things they need to work on.
Embrace yourself.
Study yourself.
Know yourself.
 Love yourself.
Don't be afraid to conquer yourself by yourself.

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drip drop

Drip
drop.
Drip.
drop..
That's the sound most trickles of water makes.
The human body is 90% water.
Water is refreshing.
Water is invigorating.
Water is abundant.
Water is everywhere.


Too much of it can be devastating.
Too little of it can be deadly.


Drip.
drop.

Close your eyes and imagine being surrounded  by it and can't drink a drop of it.
Not being able to bathe in it.
Not being able to wade in it on a sweltering day.
Drip.
drop.
Drip.
drop.
Close your eyes again and imagine a whole city without any.
It's not too hard.
Its far away.
It's not in different country.
If you live in the Midwest its in your own backyard.


Drip
drop.
         drop.


     drip.




Where is it?
 A little  town called flint.


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Friday, August 31, 2018

R-E-S- P- E- C- T

R-E- S- P- E- C- T
After you hear those words spelled out.
There was no doubt who you must be talking about.
MS. Aretha Franklin
 Queen of soul.
She let em all know.
A natural woman through and through and let the world know how you have to approach one.
She let her all her sisters know how to become one and no matter what they currently are now or have been in life that they were still a flower.
I could remember that brazen sultry voice slashing the airwaves with her truth.

Today her sound would be referred to as classic, AM gold, or an oldie but a goodie.
Hell. The sistah was just plain ole good.
She was that voice you needed to hear even if you didn't feel much like listening.

Her voice would penetrate and empower ones soul.
She gave so  much and asked for so little.
She was truly worthy of respect.
MS Aretha Franklin.

Thank you.

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Dear adversity

Dear adversity,


I'm writting you just to say thank you.

Thank for all my struggles.


Thank you for knocking me down so many times.

Thank you for showing me all the people I can actually count on when times get hard.


Thank you for tapping me on my shoulders when I think I've turned a major corner.

Thank you for showing me just how much more work I have to do.


Thank you.


Thank you for all the obsticles in my path.


Thank you for this burdomsone load I have to bear all alone.


Thank you for applying more pressure on me when I feel I've reached my breaking point.


Thank you for endowing me with titanium skin.


Thank you for forcing me to look deep within.


Thank you for showing me that complaining changes nothing.
Thank you for every door that ever slammed shut in my face.
Thank  you for showing me just how unfair and cruel life can be.


Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to prove you wrong over and over again.

Thank you for letting me see you for what you truly are.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Without you I would not have the motivation to not allow my heart to harden.
I don't have the insatiable need to win, but because of you I now have the courage to fail.

Thank you adversity.



Signed,
a poet.








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Wednesday, August 1, 2018

BE MINDFUL

 People ask me all the time why are you so quiet.
I never know quite how to answer them.
In this new generation we live in we give everything a clinical sounding name to describe something or someone.
Quiet people like me used to be described as weird.
Now people say introvert.
I guess I'm an introvert by todays standards.
I think I'm old fashioned in a sense, because my grandmother(god rest her soul) used to call quiet people mindful.
I think that's what's wrong today.
There are not enough mindful people in the world.
Before I open my mouth ( or type as it were) I'm mindful.
I'm mindful before I complain about going to work when there is someone out there in desperate need of a job.
I'm mindful about complaining about my day when there is some one some where drawing their last breath.
I'm mindful before I speak foul words when someone irritates me.( sometimes one or nine might slip) 
They might just want my attention that badly.
I try my best be mindful before calling a woman  out her name because of how she dresses or what type of man she's attracted to.(she may have been touched at an early age)
I'm mindful about calling someone stupid just because I don't understand their   logic.
One has to be mindful in these times we live in.
If people were more mindful we'd have more progress,  and less stress.
I'm not perfect by any means.
Sometimes I do go all the way off.
When I do though......I'm mindful about it.
😉


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HALLZIES DREAM

Martin Luther King had a dream.
He dreamed  that we would be able to sit down at the table of brotherhood and have a  big slice of equality. His dream has partially come into fruition.
We now have opportunities and privileges we were once denied of because of his dream.
We definitely are in a better place because he dared  to dream.
I have dream too.
I dream that black son's can live in world where they don't have to speak to their black fathers from a correctional facility pay phone.
I have a dream that we no longer need affirmative to get employment satisfaction.
I have a dream that one day we won't have to become entertainers or athletes to achieve the American dream.
I have a dream that one day we'll start teaching our little girls to become empowered women.
I have a dream that one day we'll start teaching our little boys to become righteous kings.
I have dream that we'll start loving our own culture before we make painful strides to understand other cultures.
I have a dream that we'll stop killing each other over dated notions of hood etiquette.
I have dream that we will be able to gather peacefully in public places without having public law officials being called on us.
I have a dream that one day we'll learn to be more tolerant of each other.
I have dream that one day the truth won't be deemed as preachy.
I have dream that one day we will become totally self -aware and self-reliant.
I have a dream that we will stop being so easily divided and distracted on the matters at hand.
I have a dream that one day we'll stop insulting each other on social media and start toasting and wishing each other well in all their endeavors .
Welp.
It's a nice dream.
It sounds really good.
Pardon me if I drift off on you in mid-speech sometimes.
 I was probably just dreaming.






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Friday, July 27, 2018

BREAKING NEWS

I'm living in world full of white noise.
My thoughts are being drowned out by polluted air waves.
Every time I turn on the news I get the blues.
Every time I pick up my device I feel like loose a little piece of my life.
People always say things like stay positive and don't let what's going on in the world effect   what's going on in your world.
I wish that was an easy task to do.
I can't unsee the things I see.
I can't unhear the things I heard.
I can't unread the things I've read.
What is the solution?
How do you hit the mute button on a million screams?
Where's the escape hatch?
How do we put this ride on cruise control?
How do we unplug from the machine when everything has been mechanized.
We've all become desensitized.
We're all becoming weaponized.
We're all getting exploited and victimized for your entertainment.
All news isn't bad news but now a days good news isn't news at all.
How do we reprogram the programmer?
How do we take our peace back?
How do we get back on track?

If you have one of the answers.....that's news to me.

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Tuesday, July 24, 2018

SPEAK LIFE

Sometimes it's had to find nice things to say when your situation looks so bleak.
Your dead on your feet and staring defeat in the face.
Your last spark just burnt out.
Your now officially running on fumes.
No one feels your pain.
No one cares about your struggle.
No one cares about your plight.
No one can dig you out this  hole.
It's up to you to fight.
No matter how bad things look for you .
You must speak life.
Speak life into your storms and skies will calm
Speak life into your pain and you will heal.
Acknowledge your struggles but don't let it break you.
Life is your own unique journey and no one else can take you.
Speak life into your  weary soul.
Speak life  into your aching bones
Speak life into your situation and the atmosphere will change.
Speak life in everything you do and nothing will remain the same.
Speak it.
Live it.
Breathe it.
Believe it.
Speak life.


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Monday, July 23, 2018

WHAT DO YOU KNOW?

Some people call me know it all.
I don't how they could ever come to that conclusion.
I don't know the first thing about most things.
I just know what I know.
I don't know much.
All I do know is that I have a thirst to know more than what I what I know.
I want to know more so I can grow more.
I want to share any newly found gems that I stumble on.
I don't fear the unknown.
I welcome it.
Getting stumped.
I relish it.
If you know more than me...by all means point me in the right direction please.
I want to uplift with my knowledge not put down.
I want to get an understanding.
I want to find common ground.
I want to be relatable.
I want all my opinions to debatable.
I want the type of wealth that can never be depleted.
I don't have all the answers.
I hope I never find all of them.
I want information that can never be deleted.
I want don't want to know everything.
I just really have a desire to inspire.
So, no I'm not a know it all.
I just know what I know.


What do know?


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Monday, July 16, 2018

REDEEMER

Where are you at?
Why's it taking so long?
Stop analyzing and just do what you were born to do.
They're lost.
They're suffering.
They're crying out for you to help them.
Stop doubting yourself.
The ability's inside of you.
You are the one.
You are the wide awake dreamer they need.
Believe in yourself.
Be the leader you are born to be.




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Friday, July 13, 2018

MY LIGHT

I let my light fill empty space.
I let it glow.
I trust it.
It knows.
I radiate it.
It shows.
I'll let it glimmer and until I'm nothing more than a mere flicker.
I let it shine for me.
I let it shine for them.
It glows for all time.
It will glow externally and warm you internally.
I let my light shine.
I let my light shine.
I let my light shine in the darkest of storms.
I let my light shine for the lonely.
I let my light shine for the for those that morn.
I let my light shine for the oppressed.
I let my light shine for those that have lost hope, the weary, the broken.
I let my light shine for those that can't seem to find like minds.
I let my light shine.
My light warms, comforts, and will always be near even long after  I'm gone my light will remain here.






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Monday, July 9, 2018

The world needs a healing

Everyone is divided on all sides of the fence.
People are suffering feeling downtrodden.
They are in dire need of recompense.
We need a healing.
We're all brethren in the house of humanity.
We just look and vibrate differently.
We all bleed the same blood and the breathe same oxygen.
We all require the same amount of water to survive.
We are all one but give off unique energy.
Just because I love me some me does not mean I hate you.
Just because I love my kind and want to see them prosper and thrive does not mean that I want to see your kind wither and die.
No-one should be made to feel inferior.
Who is anyone to claim dominance over another one or call someone else inferior?
We let small things trip up.
Humanity is a race and were all coming in last place.
We're all bogged down with fear and allowing hatred to slow down our pace.
We fell down and got wounded internally.
I wish I could slap a band aid on the hurt and make it disappear forever.
I'm only one man but starting today I'll try to do all I can.


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Saturday, May 19, 2018

By any means

Contrary to what you believe the revolution can and will be televised.

It will not be preempted by any tel-lie-vision programming.

The revolution will assume control over all your devices.

The message will be clear.

The message will be unapologetic.

It will offend hypocrites.

It will outrage racist.

It will frighten bigots.

It will confuse liars.

It will unite the noble and the just.

It will not be confined to closed quarters.

It will not be contained.

It will not be detained.

It will spread like smoldering hot coals inside a roaring furnace.

It will awaken the sleep and rejuvenate the weary.

It will empower the oppressed.

Learning and healing will not be denied.

Power and privileges will no longer be usurped.

Fear will longer overwhelm nor divide us.

No more inequality.

No more poverty.

No more suffering.

No more asking!

No begging!

No more pleading!

No more kneeling!

Enough is enough!

The revolution will move on even if we are forced to stand still.

The process may be painful.

It may even be lethal.

However,  It will not be stopped.













This poem is in remberance of  one of the most prolific speakers, profound thinkers and dynamic teachers of his era



This piece is an homage to his firery spirit not meant to incite violence.



Peace be unto you forever brother
Malcom X aka Malik EL Shabazz.






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Friday, February 9, 2018

INNERMOST

Pictures aren't  always worth a thousands words.

You can see an image clearly and yet be blinded to something staring you right in the face.

Look deeper than the image.

Listen closely to words not being uttered.

To find the truth its imperative that you find the "actual"narritive.

It won't  have a blinking light on the bottom of the page to guide you.

You have mute the distractions.

Loose the extra.

Dampen the innuendo.

What's the soul telling you?

Don't  analyze data.
What's  the soul telling you?

Don't  read body language.

Look deeper than that.

What's  your soul telling you?

Can you hear it?

The answer should be no.

What's your soul telling you?

Feel it.

Believe it.

Be it.











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Sunday, January 7, 2018

I almost

Today I almost did it.
I really did.
I almost did something so unspeakable that I almost did it.
I almost gave up.
I almost stopped believing in me.
I was just about to curb my vision.
I was about to abandon all hope.
I was about to put my dreams on the back burner and embrace that I just wasn't meant to shine.
I simply wasn't meant to have it.
Success would never be mine.
I really started programming myself to believe...not to believe.
I'm tired.
I hurt.
I'm disheartened to say the least.
I will press on and on and keep shining my light.
I know I'll probably grow weary again.
I know I may loose or outgrow a couple of friends.
I may take a few L's
I might get derailed.
I might fall short.
Yes, I'm 99% sure at some point I will fail.
What I "will not" do is not give up.
I will press through all the hate.
All the stressful days.
All the sleepless nights.
I will press forward and live like everything  I'm seeking is already mine.
I can't believe that  I almost gave up.

Almost. 

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