Wednesday, August 7, 2019

war drum



Its time.


Stand tall black man.


Take your family back.


[thump]
Get your life on track.
[thump]


There is no obstacle you can't move.
[thump thump]


There is now hurdle your can't jump.


[thump]


There is no opposition.


[thump]


Heal your brother.


[thump]


Love your sistah.
[thump]


Teach your babies.
[thump]


Walk with pride.
[thump]


look death in the eye


[thump]


Tell pain it is a lie


[thump]


Take your rightful place in your tribe


[thump thump]


Put your warrior paint on.


Now rise!


[thump]













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lets go.

I see watching my movements.


I noticed you noticing my post.


It's alright.


I'm flattered.


Thanks for the support.


No likes.


No problem.


I just wanted you to know I know.


I got my eye on you.


I know you got yours on me.


Lets just see what we can see.


I made the first move.


Now it's on you.




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the door has shut

You got a little too comfortable didn't you.


You thought it was always going to the same.
You fight and make up.


You lie she takes you back.


You cheat she forgives you.


You neglect her she returns.


It's all fun and games until that door shuts.


When door shuts she's not coming back.


When that door shuts she has make a decision to take a another path.


When that door shuts she's not found a new person to make her laugh.


When that door shuts she's not coming back.
No more late night chit chats.


No more dinner and lunch dates.


No  more secret rendezvous


No more midnight mist.


No more sweet morning dew.


When that door shuts she's given you all she can give.


When that door shuts she's jogging solo  on a new track.


When that door shuts.


It stays shut.


She's moved forward .


She's not  looking back.




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Saturday, July 20, 2019

illusion

I think every child played make believe at least once in their life.




Fantasizing about who they wanted to be and places they wanted to see.

Ahh make believe.

Make believe is fun.

Make believe is an illusion though.


It feels real. But its not real.


What lies above the surface may not be genuine.


All smiles aren't pleasant. 
some mask pain better than others.



Every embrace isn't endearing.

Sometimes that's the enemy trying  to get closer to you.



You can't let yourself be deceived .

You have to practice how to see through murky waters.



Listen to your heart.

Read the signs.

Believe your first mind.

Learn how to decipher what's real and what is just merely an illusion.


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keep pushishing.

What to do when you fee like you have nothing left?

What do you do when it feels like your running on E.

What you do when it seems like the whole world is against you.

You push.

You push past your pain.

You past you unrest.

You push past your anxiety.

You push past your limits.

When you feel like you can't go on and you used up all your reserves.

You push some more.

I won't stop.

I will keep pushing.

Your afraid.

keep pushing.

Your tired.

Keep pushing.

Your stressed out.
Keep pushing.

Your lonely.

keep pushing.

Your resources are tapped out.

Keep pushing.

You feel like your at your breaking point.

keep pushing.

They don't like you.

Keep pushing.

They keep on laughing at you.

Keep pushing.


Make something happen.







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Tuesday, July 16, 2019

The request.


Midnight moon./


Stars lit up./


A perfect evening for a  stroll/


{ I would love that}


Just picture the scene of a black man  being able to walk around freely without being considered a moving target or viewed as threat./




Just once I'd like to  get on  an elevator without  a white woman clutching her purse or covering up her cleavage./




{ I would love that}




Can we have an open dialogue with yelling and name calling./


Can our kids visit the suburbs and come back to us in one piece./


{I would love that}


Can you please  take the time study the artist's pain before you greet them with hostility  and media shame /

{ I would love that}




Can I see a picture of this person whose description I match./




Can we be allowed to gather peacefully in a public space without the law being called us./




Damn!


Can I listen to my music.






hip-hop's not cause. It's the cure.




Justice for Elijah#




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human quandary

What's the common tie that binds us?


What is  it that common thing that we are all in seek of?


Why do we  spend what seems like an eternity seeking a solution.


Demanding retribution.


Settling for our current situation.


Making huge plans for our next destination.


How can we have all the same vital organs and the exact amount of limbs but treat each other differently based of the color of skin.


Why do we desire to unlock secrets that should remain forever shrouded.


Are we not all beings or are just light focused through a different lens.




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Saturday, July 13, 2019

escape hatch

They say that when one whom seeks peace they must learn how to quiet their mind.


For me that works...some of the time.


For the other times that it doesn't I need music to do it for me.


I do have a favorite genre but my playlist is eclectic to say the least.


Sometimes I need some tunes to help me find some peace.


It could be some old school R&B or mellow jazz.


I'll listen to anything from hip-hop to bebop.




As long as it has the right beat.
 As long as the chorus moves me.




As long as the percussion soothes me.


As long as it can speak to my soul or spark up a nostalgic memory that has been laying dormant and waiting to escape.


I'll zone out and just let the music speak to me.


I'll tap my toes and get in-tune with the vibe.


I'll let the melody intrigue me until I feel revived.


After I've listened to my song I feel more alive.


music  removes mental blocks.


Music can lift you out of a rut .


Music can loosen  you up.


I a perfect world I would spend more time in my headsets and less time in mess.


Music is life.
Music is relief.
Music is report.
Music is all encompassing and it is embedded in us all.


We all have our favorite kinds of music.


You can admire or loath  person's.
Music can be your prison or it can be your escape.




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Monday, July 1, 2019

note to self

Sometimes it's ok not to be ok.


Sometimes it's alright not to have all the answers.


Sometimes it's alright to show your vulnerable  side.


Starting from square one doesn't make you  a failure.


Everyone has insecurities.




We all experience loss.


We all deal with an invisible pain.
Some suffer in silence.


Some  try to redistribute the hurt by lashing out while others will cover it up with a smile.


Its ok not be ok.


When your not ok just acknowledge it to yourself


You can choose what you wish to show other but you can not deceive yourself.


Don't cheat yourself.


Treat yourself.


Because at the end of the day all you truly have is yourself.












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Nature walk

Sometimes I just want to be alone and observe nature and ponder its vast mysteries.


If the wind could speak I wonder what types of things it would have to say?


Would it whisper insightful nuggets of knowledge or would it bellow out in a hate filled rage.


I wonder.




If water is the source for all life then what would it drink when it's  thirst needs to quenched.


Why does the feel of grainy sand squishing in-between your toes feel so good.


I wonder






Why do sunsets appear so  lovely while moonless sky can seem so desolate.


I wonder.



Is me or doesn't seem like the insects are harmonizing a tune a tune when the sunsets.


I wonder


Peaks and valleys.




Mountains and streams


shimmering dew drops in kissed by the morning light.


What comes first....lighting or thunder


I wonder.












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Friday, June 21, 2019

Heartfelt questions

What would you tell someone suffering?


What would be your first word?


Would you tell them to hang in there or tell them to suck it up followed by a curse word?


How would you engage a person with a broken soul and a weary spirit?


What would you do when you can feel the hurt before you can see it?


They need answers.


What do you say?


Is it alright not to know?


Sometimes you can say a lot without speaking.


Acknowledgement is a shared gesture.


Empathy is the perfect remedy to heal an open wound fast.


Understating is the reassurance to the ailing.


It lest them know that the pain won't last.


















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Thursday, May 23, 2019

They can't stop you.

Who are they?

What do they know?

Do they pay your bills?

Do they fuel your fire?

Do they support you?

Why do they upset you?

Do they know your struggle?

Do they know your plight?

Are they cut like you?

Can they handle your fight?

Do you a favor and don't listen to they.

They are miserable.

They are afraid of you.

They are intimidated by you.

Secretly they want to be just like you.

They would love to be in your company.


They actually want to be friends with you but they don't think you would like they.


Do you.


Keep running your race.


Keeping improving on you.


Don't waste time clapping back at they because they are lost and have no clue.

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Black woman I want you know

Sistah will you please be kind enough to lend me your ear for few moments.


I need to get a few things off my chest.


First off  I would like to extend an apology to you for this mess I help create by staying silent for so long allowing the blatant disrespect of you.


At times I've been one doing the disrespecting to you.


Please forgive me queen.


I wasn't thinking clearly and neither was my brethren.


We failed you.


I want to let you know just how special you are.


Your not told by the world nearly enough.


You are flawless beauty magnified by factor of infinity .


Nothing on earth compares to it.


Your mind holds the secretes of the cosmos and only you hold the key to unlocking it.


Your soul is brighter than a trillion solar flares.


Your strength is astounding to say the least.

You endure unfathomable pain.


Yet you still have the stamina stand firm and fight
and accomplish remarkable feats.


You birth young gods and goddesses.


You have a natural mystic about you that everyone is drawn to and seeks out.


You have the power to transform the meek into the mighty and humble giants.


Black woman I want you to know you are bold.
Your beauty is timeless.


Your quick wit is often duplicated and rarely appreciated.


You are sultry with just the right amount of sass.


Black woman .
This world is nothing without you please believe it.
You should be cherished at all times.


You are worthy.


You are more than enough.


Above all you are needed.






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Let's talk about it

It seems like you have a lot on your mind.

Judging by your tone I think you have something to you want to say to me.

I can tell its eating away at you.

Speak your peace.

Free yourself.

I promise you won't hurt me.

I think too highly of myself.

Say what you say.

You got the floor.

Spit it out.

I'm all ears.

My attention is yours.

I won't interrupt.

I'll wait my turn.

I'll let you get it all out.

Just do me one favor though.

Before you unpack what you have to say about me to me...make sure its really necessary.

Above all make sure your assessment's true.

Then take inventory of how thick your skin is because even though I won't waste my time rebutting.

Someone will eventually want to pull you off to the side and tell you what they think about you.






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Monday, May 6, 2019

Breezy.

I envy the wind.
Sometimes I wish I could move just like the wind.
Be every where at once yet nowhere at all.
Seeking nothing yet finding everything.
Making sounds but not noise.
Inconspicuous yet omnipotent.
It can come as a gentle breeze or a strong gust.
I guess that's what people mean when they say look what the wind blew in.
Some would say free spirits blow in the direction that the wind takes them.
I blow you in the right direction or take you on detour(depending on who you ask)
Yeah I would like to be just like the wind.
Rustling in the grass.
Whispering through trees.
Complex but not complicated.
Yeah.
now that I think about it.
That is me.
On my path.
Flowing with life.
a mellow breeze.


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Find your peace.

Find your peace.
Find your peace.
It's necessary to find you before you loose you.
Get into your space.
Meditate on your quite place.
Visualize your sanctuary .
Feel the stillness.
Create your calm.
Concentrate on nothing.
Find your peace.
No alerts.
No ringing.
No vibrating.
Find your place.
Close your eyes.
Find your peace.
Feel the warmth.
In this  going battle we have with chaos we have to remain centered and reflect.
Let the tension ease.
The answers will come.
The confusion will cease.
Seek understand.
Learn to listen to yourself.


Find your peace.


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Wednesday, May 1, 2019

Your needed.

You might not realize it but somebody is depending on you.


You play a bigger role in life than you think.


They wake up daily just to notice you.


You give their life depth.


They admire your strength.


Your charisma motivates them.


They admire your dedication.


They praise your convection.


So the next time your feeling that you have no purpose in life or that your life is insignificant


Just remember your always being watched.


Your deeds or not going unseen.


Somebody notices you.


You are their vision of self esteem.


The power is lying deep within you.


You must believe it.


The world requires your unique  gifts.


You are needed.




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Think

Was it all that serious?




Was it really worth it?

Did you prove your point?

Do you feel strong now?

Were they really that big of  a threat to you?

You let your anger over take you and their no more.

No longer here.

Gone.

Removed from this plane.

A lifeless corpse.

Eyes open.


 Motionless.


Blood stained.

Stiff.

Laying on the ground lifeless.

Do know life is priceless.

Once its it gone its gone.

No do overs.

No repeats.

Game over.

No reset button.

Delete.

Weigh your options before you squeeze that trigger.

See your them dead.

Play the scenario out fully inside you head.

Think about your loved ones.

Think their loved ones.

Think about prison sentence.

Think about alternatives.

Think out about every possible outcome before
you go off half cocked and grab your gun.


Life can be long and blissful or over in one blink.

Stop.

Be still.

Breathe before you react.

Think.


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Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Why we need poets

Poets are the world's best civil servants.


Poets provide a service to mankind.


Poets identity with emotion and illuminate the mind.


A poet can tare down a barrier with their words or their pen.


A poet can speak to that kindred spirit within.


A poet can make the darkness fade.


A poet plays mental ballads of sovereignty for inert souls.


Poets overstand the things that need to be understood.


Poets are healers.


Poet are motivators.


Poets are mood elevators.


Poets are the champions of social outcasts and miscreants.


Poets are the universe's un- deaf ears.
Poets are art transcended.
Life is art.
Nature is poetry.
The world needs poets to tell the tale life.




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Love life every day

Don't wait until the end draws near to let a person know how much they are needed here.



Don't wait until the life force drains from a loved one's veins to tell them to hold on and be strong.



Don't let another day pass without taking the opportunity to make someone smile.



Don't wait until a landscape erodes to reflect on the enchanted bliss that once bloomed fruitfully.



Don't ponder so long about what could go wrong if you take the first step.



Don't spend the rest of your days being afraid.



Tell that special someone how you feel about them today.



Give the world your gift.



Give your dreams your best effort.



Give your vision your all.



Gaze at sunsets.



Visit your paradise escape.





Live all the life you can today

Because tommorow might be too late.







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Thursday, March 7, 2019

my blackness



My blackness runs deeper than ocean trenches.

My blackness beats like shametic drums.

My blankness is defiant.

It never runs.

My blackness is symbolic like kemitic signs.

My blackness is brilliant.

My blackness is resilient.

My blackness.

My blackness is the very epicenter for passion.

My blackness exudes pride.

My blackness is conciousness personified.

My blackness is strength....amplified.

My blackness is Afrodsiatic.

My blackness is melenated magic.

My blackness is all.

My blackness is everything that ever was and everything that shall be.

My blackness is magnificent.

My blackness is the universe.

My blackness is me.

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Sunday, February 24, 2019

Labled

You want to look fly.


You want to look fresh.


You want the world to know you love to dress in excess.


You want to stay dipped in designer.




You want be the best you that you can afford.

(or even if you can't afford it)


Name brands only.


You don't feel like a king/ queen if all of your labels don't match and say the exact same thing.


You want to color c-oooooordinate.

You want to match all the way down to the socks.


You want to hear those brand new bags crumpling.


You want to hear the sound the tags make when they pop.


It's your money.


It's your time.


You can spend both of them any way you wish.


I just want to know a few things.


How far will you go to obtain it?


How many family functions will miss out on to peruse those brands?


How many entire evenings will  you stay up  clocking?


How strange will you act for some change?

Where do you draw the line?


Can you look at yourself in the mirror after you cash out?


Are your designer labels the only thing you want your cash to be about?


Do feel good about yourself even if your not freshly pressed?


Will everyone in your circle still be there for you if didn't stay fresh to death?


Would they still respect you if you didn't wear designer?


Do you do it for you or are you trying to impress?


It's your money.


It's your time.


You can spend both of them any way that you wish.


I just wanted to know how far you would go.


How much integrity are you willing to sacrifice j in order to look high priced.


If those labels bring you that much joy then please by all means do you.


I just hope that those labels don't define you.











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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.


So I close  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 me my ABC's.


Smokey Robinson 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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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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