Wednesday, December 25, 2013
Birthday
Loud claps symbolizing rhythmic beats
Drowning out the many hearts giving up secrets
Patch work the leaks
The moment you've been waiting for
A surprise
No bun, just meat
Singing "the song" is so cliche' but a must
What's a birthday that goes unnoticed, never mentioned
Don't obliterate the cake
the sapor, they're endless
Christmas time
The city
The reckless misuse of sugar
Age old techniques for mixing punch
The pity
Maybe something sweet like the nectar from honeysuckle
Perhaps vanilla to keep things simple
Devils Food Cake
The opposite of heaven sent
Chocolate with little flakes of freshness
The coolness of peppermint
The gifts, the laughs, the hugs, the kiss
No rain, just sun on your day
The candles, your wish
The texture of the lips pressed to blow them out
A seed is planted mentally
Thoughts ignited before the discharge of air in the direction of heat
Face expression that's meek
No mask, no filter, it's your day
I speak
Mimicking the sound of thunder
Loudly I repeat
Happy Birthday Happy Birthday Happy Birthday
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Just Cry
Life is filled with its fair share of obstacles and challenges
Some at which feast on your inner core
Don't run, hide, or lie about your circumstance
Be real with yourself
Just cry
It is then when raw emotions take ownership of the room
Like brooms, hands sweep moisture from the cheek
No food and the closest thing you have to a check don't hit until next week
Just cry
Friends that didn't speak up
Knew the truth
Lips stayed tight like perhaps one was blowing warm soup
Just cry
He said he would make it this time
A son wishing his dad would watch him play
Another missed call,voicemail, fake cough, he's sick
Just cry
Another young soul arriving to a death date reservation to soon
To the mothers picking out their babies last outfit like she once upon a time did his first
My my my
Just cry
These tears we cry say more than any cluster of words
Share your story
Something as natural as a baby whimpering for attention
Tears can move mountains and those with hearts will sympathize with your pain
No longer is this a sign of weakness
Speechless as they roll
Just cry
Another family member, another friend, captured and held as a prisoner to drugs
Their soul
Such a beautiful warm spirit
Missing a hug
Nothing like thicker than water, we're blood
Like pants that don't fit we're that tight type of love
Just cry
When that soldiers flag is folded and presented grave side
Did all he could for his country
No weapons needed
His legacy shall survive
Just cry
When you think of the past
Just cry when you think of the present
Just cry when you think of the future
Just cry when you think of the next generation believing everything they hear in the music
Some at which feast on your inner core
Don't run, hide, or lie about your circumstance
Be real with yourself
Just cry
It is then when raw emotions take ownership of the room
Like brooms, hands sweep moisture from the cheek
No food and the closest thing you have to a check don't hit until next week
Just cry
Friends that didn't speak up
Knew the truth
Lips stayed tight like perhaps one was blowing warm soup
Just cry
He said he would make it this time
A son wishing his dad would watch him play
Another missed call,voicemail, fake cough, he's sick
Just cry
Another young soul arriving to a death date reservation to soon
To the mothers picking out their babies last outfit like she once upon a time did his first
My my my
Just cry
These tears we cry say more than any cluster of words
Share your story
Something as natural as a baby whimpering for attention
Tears can move mountains and those with hearts will sympathize with your pain
No longer is this a sign of weakness
Speechless as they roll
Just cry
Another family member, another friend, captured and held as a prisoner to drugs
Their soul
Such a beautiful warm spirit
Missing a hug
Nothing like thicker than water, we're blood
Like pants that don't fit we're that tight type of love
Just cry
When that soldiers flag is folded and presented grave side
Did all he could for his country
No weapons needed
His legacy shall survive
Just cry
When you think of the past
Just cry when you think of the present
Just cry when you think of the future
Just cry when you think of the next generation believing everything they hear in the music
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Why celebrate black history
With heart of gold
It doesn't surprise me my people were stole
Night get cold
Backs bend by force but souls don't fold
Shoes that get along with the road
What I mean is our people marched a lot
Black is my life because it's what I am
Not by choice
Of course
But with my mouth shut I have no voice
So I choose to speak out
The lack of money doesn't bother me one bit
Caramel, peanut butter, honey, gold, mustard, cornbread
And the list goes on
If you know what I mean
Put the shoe on it fits
It's the colors of my race which makes me rich
Smiles
Yea they're hard to find now a days
Maybe it's because the history books don't tell that blacks help pave the way
With their backs against slavery's wall
They came close to the edge
To pledge
Not to the flag
More like cotton sacks and rags
Masta beat' cha if you lag
I gag
Pants on, belt loose, pre swag
Because we're of African descent gives us the right to brag
To not celebrate our American history is like walking with your eyes closed
You zig zag
Clear your throat
Don't choke, no joke
No matter what your race is
If you believe in God
We where all made in his image
Therefore we're kinfolk
We should celebrate our history for what it's done for us
For us not to embrace it
Leaves our race like a body with no blood
Dead
Instead try to get knowledge
Not the kind you get in bed
College
Where dope heads homestead
It's takes you and me to take a stand
By not celebrating our history
We become our own ku klux klan
Quick to say whites owe us and what they did was so cruel
Old news, new news
Let your education be your 40 acres and a mule
So what if I don't own a pool
I have a nice garden tub to dream in
Fair East Side
But this ain't Lean On Me
And I ain't Morgan Freeman
Hold your head up and be proud to be black
Afros, fades, braids, locks
Doesn't it feel good to be the cream of the crop
Stop
Loosen you neck and look back
Let your brain be the gun and cock back
Open your mouth and pierce minds with facts that relax complicated thoughts
Call the cops?
The most they can do is charge you with assault with a deadly weapon
Just think if your mouth and mind can do all that
Who needs a Smith and Wesson
It doesn't surprise me my people were stole
Night get cold
Backs bend by force but souls don't fold
Shoes that get along with the road
What I mean is our people marched a lot
Black is my life because it's what I am
Not by choice
Of course
But with my mouth shut I have no voice
So I choose to speak out
The lack of money doesn't bother me one bit
Caramel, peanut butter, honey, gold, mustard, cornbread
And the list goes on
If you know what I mean
Put the shoe on it fits
It's the colors of my race which makes me rich
Smiles
Yea they're hard to find now a days
Maybe it's because the history books don't tell that blacks help pave the way
With their backs against slavery's wall
They came close to the edge
To pledge
Not to the flag
More like cotton sacks and rags
Masta beat' cha if you lag
I gag
Pants on, belt loose, pre swag
Because we're of African descent gives us the right to brag
To not celebrate our American history is like walking with your eyes closed
You zig zag
Clear your throat
Don't choke, no joke
No matter what your race is
If you believe in God
We where all made in his image
Therefore we're kinfolk
We should celebrate our history for what it's done for us
For us not to embrace it
Leaves our race like a body with no blood
Dead
Instead try to get knowledge
Not the kind you get in bed
College
Where dope heads homestead
It's takes you and me to take a stand
By not celebrating our history
We become our own ku klux klan
Quick to say whites owe us and what they did was so cruel
Old news, new news
Let your education be your 40 acres and a mule
So what if I don't own a pool
I have a nice garden tub to dream in
Fair East Side
But this ain't Lean On Me
And I ain't Morgan Freeman
Hold your head up and be proud to be black
Afros, fades, braids, locks
Doesn't it feel good to be the cream of the crop
Stop
Loosen you neck and look back
Let your brain be the gun and cock back
Open your mouth and pierce minds with facts that relax complicated thoughts
Call the cops?
The most they can do is charge you with assault with a deadly weapon
Just think if your mouth and mind can do all that
Who needs a Smith and Wesson
Friday, December 6, 2013
At peace with his ideas
South Africans mourn the loss of Nelson Mandela
You're not alone
The world scrambles to find the perfect quote
The perfect picture
The ideal song
How is it that a star so bright
A man of patience
Be that light
Name given by a teacher
Sentenced to prison in 1962
More than 20 calendars and still he remained focused
Stayed true
Not a terrorist but a brother
Like a mother he gave birth to a dream
A love that out weighs hate
Defiant and inspirational
His accent shall ring in the hearts of those who support the movement
Death itself is inevitable
More than just a sense of pride
His ideas worth fighting for
Worth dying for
Segregation dating back to a time when the Dutch ruled
A country, a continent, with so much to offer
That mountain was moved
Another great leader muted by time
His great works shall speak for itself
Finally we witness an influential blessing out live his prime
As a planet we mourn
In unison
We wept
Thursday, December 5, 2013
Daydreaming
Close your eyes and lay back
Exhale slowly like its your last breath
And in the back of your mind all you can surmise is what's ensuing
Heartbeats that line up with every thrust
Strokes that mimic the sound of wind gust wrapping around the smallest of objects on a semi cloudy day
Low whispers that align with secrets being shared across an overly engulfed room
By simply making eye contact
The trust
Fantasies of being closer than skin
Situated on my mind like an emergency call seeking the next of kin
Eyes with no use, obsolete, imagination plus clarity
Images of the future take the place of lost thoughts
Displaying my feelings in HD
A form of mind masturbation
Selfishly thinking of self
Exhale slowly like its your last breath
And in the back of your mind all you can surmise is what's ensuing
Heartbeats that line up with every thrust
Strokes that mimic the sound of wind gust wrapping around the smallest of objects on a semi cloudy day
Low whispers that align with secrets being shared across an overly engulfed room
By simply making eye contact
The trust
Fantasies of being closer than skin
Situated on my mind like an emergency call seeking the next of kin
Eyes with no use, obsolete, imagination plus clarity
Images of the future take the place of lost thoughts
Displaying my feelings in HD
A form of mind masturbation
Selfishly thinking of self
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
The Things I Wonder
What if Malcolm X told jokes
And Martin Luther King sold dope
The things I wonder
What if Rosa Parks was holding on to her seat in the back of a cab
And Robert Kennedy wasn't shot but instead got stabbed
The things I wonder
What if Sam Cooke wasn't born by the river
But more like a creek
What if the kkk wore army berets
And the black panthers rocked the sheets
The things I wonder
What if The Heat of The Night was more like the cool of the day
What if Rickey would've thought about the power in numbers
And walked the opposite direction with Tre
The things I wonder
What if Pac and Big were teachers
And Joel Osteen was a hip hop DJ turned preacher
The things I wonder
What if Jeopardy was hosted by Steve Harvey
And the pledge of allegiance was rewritten by Marcus Garvey
The things I wonder
What if Tookie Williams was bald
And precipitation didn't fall
What if Grant never received Lee's terms for surrender
The things I wonder
What if the word holocaust meant a holiday celebrated by Jews during winter
And Patrick Ewing became a household name playing guard instead of center
What if slavery was more than just a story America refuses to remember
The things I wonder
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Debate of a word
Love, a four letter word to most
Good riddance to those who buy in
A toast
Crystal Tiffany glass
Pink fluid nicknamed Mimos
My intuition of the word is more symmetrical
A host
The mind prepares for another episode
Where did my thoughts go wrong
Signs all around, each pointing in the correct direction
Different ways
No moister but soaked
Postponing lust for feelings
Wheels turning, they're toiling
Delete button never works
These images I'm hoarding
Good riddance to those who buy in
A toast
Crystal Tiffany glass
Pink fluid nicknamed Mimos
My intuition of the word is more symmetrical
A host
The mind prepares for another episode
Where did my thoughts go wrong
Signs all around, each pointing in the correct direction
Different ways
No moister but soaked
Postponing lust for feelings
Wheels turning, they're toiling
Delete button never works
These images I'm hoarding
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