As your friend,
I vow to trust and respect you.
I will give you your space.
As I work with Art,
I respect that today is not THE day:
Hope brings tomorrow right away.
As your friend,
I will show appreciation,
And offer a hand without hesitation.
As I work with Art,
I will give you my ear to contain your thoughts.
Encouragement:
Thy daily vitamin I will give to thee.
I ask:
How can I be the best friend for you?
Any time you need a friend,
You can ‘Lean on Me.’
I cannot promise to hide all my emotions.
Even as I right these sentences,
I cannot help,
But to see ‘Beyond Imagez.’
But with these feelings,
I can promise to work with Art.
With these feelings,
I can accept with all your flawz!
As I work with Art,
Love,
Respect,
Honesty,
And communication—
All create your image.
We know how the ‘Toy Story’ goes:
Art, you have a friend in me!
Friday, August 7, 2009
King of the Hills
I am a dilapidated tenement in Arbor Hill,
The guttersnipe roaming in Hamilton Hill.
To these societies upon a hill,
Wonders linger:
What hinders me?
No one to confide,
My shoe strings untied.
Going down the hill,
I fall like leaves.
When I fall,
I go back home:
I am a dilapidated tenement in Arbor Hill,
The guttersnipe roaming in Hamilton Hill.
So I creep like TLC.
Pretentious bourgeois elite:
We all made in his image
General will goes beyond your feats,
An Age of Reason: some enlightenment
Look Too Deep, go Beyond Image
and glean who you are inside.
When life throws curve balls, I stay
Straight like the Leaves of Grass
Brash expectations exceed statistics
Back to the drawing board-logistics.
Haters cannot hold me back from greater accomplishments
When I fall,
I go back home:
I am a dilapidated tenement in Arbor Hill,
The guttersnipe roaming in Hamilton Hill.
Envisioning takes paying homage,
Looking them in their eyes, and
I see in your eyes a reflection of me.
Michealin’ it in the mirror
The man sees the dream.
No more understanding,
No more contemplating
No overstatement
I overstand the template:
From the ‘hood we come,
And to the hood we go
I dream a dream to never let go.
Crème de la crème
I rock to the top,
An economic disaster,
His stock flopped
Man in black,
Like MIB Will’in’ his top-down approach
When life’s like the MLB,
Balls curved
I hope no more:
Wills hope his foe.
Although I am
A dilapidated tenement in Arbor Hill,
And a guttersnipe roaming Hamilton Hill
I want, I need.
I want, I need.
I want your heart for love storage.
I need your home full of porridge,
To eat from the bottom of the hill.
The guttersnipe roaming in Hamilton Hill.
To these societies upon a hill,
Wonders linger:
What hinders me?
No one to confide,
My shoe strings untied.
Going down the hill,
I fall like leaves.
When I fall,
I go back home:
I am a dilapidated tenement in Arbor Hill,
The guttersnipe roaming in Hamilton Hill.
So I creep like TLC.
Pretentious bourgeois elite:
We all made in his image
General will goes beyond your feats,
An Age of Reason: some enlightenment
Look Too Deep, go Beyond Image
and glean who you are inside.
When life throws curve balls, I stay
Straight like the Leaves of Grass
Brash expectations exceed statistics
Back to the drawing board-logistics.
Haters cannot hold me back from greater accomplishments
When I fall,
I go back home:
I am a dilapidated tenement in Arbor Hill,
The guttersnipe roaming in Hamilton Hill.
Envisioning takes paying homage,
Looking them in their eyes, and
I see in your eyes a reflection of me.
Michealin’ it in the mirror
The man sees the dream.
No more understanding,
No more contemplating
No overstatement
I overstand the template:
From the ‘hood we come,
And to the hood we go
I dream a dream to never let go.
Crème de la crème
I rock to the top,
An economic disaster,
His stock flopped
Man in black,
Like MIB Will’in’ his top-down approach
When life’s like the MLB,
Balls curved
I hope no more:
Wills hope his foe.
Although I am
A dilapidated tenement in Arbor Hill,
And a guttersnipe roaming Hamilton Hill
I want, I need.
I want, I need.
I want your heart for love storage.
I need your home full of porridge,
To eat from the bottom of the hill.
Dance with the King
Lord of the King of the Hills
And of the purple haze;
God of the dark skies
And of the better dayz,
I will dance with thee.
Lord of the crying sparrows,
And of the wiltered flowers;
God of the cracked bells,
At the marking of the hour,
I will dance with thee.
Lord of the poor souls,
Throughout all of eternity;
God of the broken bread,
And of the red wine,
I will dance with thee.
Lord of life and death,
my selfhood lives--
not in my lips
alone,
but in my will.
On the throne,
will you
let me dance with thee?
And of the purple haze;
God of the dark skies
And of the better dayz,
I will dance with thee.
Lord of the crying sparrows,
And of the wiltered flowers;
God of the cracked bells,
At the marking of the hour,
I will dance with thee.
Lord of the poor souls,
Throughout all of eternity;
God of the broken bread,
And of the red wine,
I will dance with thee.
Lord of life and death,
my selfhood lives--
not in my lips
alone,
but in my will.
On the throne,
will you
let me dance with thee?
Son to Father
A fatherless child falls on his face,
While son of man tastes wine in paradise.
Unconscious systemic generational betrayal:
That is, the influence of the childless father;
Reflections of maleness in a negative way.
Dawn is time for the strongest father hunger
President Barack Obama would say,
Stop feeding us cold Popeye’s for breakfast.
Toward manhood the fatherless child screams,
I just want my father back.
The 21st century patriarchal father role:
Beyond Imagez, men look like fools.
The old maxim holds,
Any fool can have a child.
A marginalized sex acting infantile.
In a society ruled by a dark patriarchy
Absentee fatherhood blinds the community:
Absent fathers present an intractable problem,
Afflicting an indelible impression on children.
A wise man once told the boy,
Responsibility does not end at conception:
A confusion without a clue for many moons.
Crossing the waters, we see
An epidemic of fatherless families;
Single-parent households:
Weakened foundations necessary
for intergenerational development.
In many ways,
the patriarchy uses and abuses most men.
Men are the disposable sex.
Men pay an exorbitant price
to ’the streets’ for families,
Having nothing left for sons.
Other than traditional ways,
Loving fathers are baffled as to
How to help the sons of man.
Resolved,
co-habitation versus marriage:
Society must renew its interest in marriage.
Father, here I am to pray for you.
Model the image of man;
Father, believe in son even when he doubts self.
Give son boundaries.
Teach son from where he comes,
And how to help future sons of man:
Upstreaming backwords,
To recite a King James verse unrehearsed:
Therefore I urge you to imitate me.
A man never stops looking for a good father,
A man with some flicker of interest in a boy’s future.
While son of man tastes wine in paradise.
Unconscious systemic generational betrayal:
That is, the influence of the childless father;
Reflections of maleness in a negative way.
Dawn is time for the strongest father hunger
President Barack Obama would say,
Stop feeding us cold Popeye’s for breakfast.
Toward manhood the fatherless child screams,
I just want my father back.
The 21st century patriarchal father role:
Beyond Imagez, men look like fools.
The old maxim holds,
Any fool can have a child.
A marginalized sex acting infantile.
In a society ruled by a dark patriarchy
Absentee fatherhood blinds the community:
Absent fathers present an intractable problem,
Afflicting an indelible impression on children.
A wise man once told the boy,
Responsibility does not end at conception:
A confusion without a clue for many moons.
Crossing the waters, we see
An epidemic of fatherless families;
Single-parent households:
Weakened foundations necessary
for intergenerational development.
In many ways,
the patriarchy uses and abuses most men.
Men are the disposable sex.
Men pay an exorbitant price
to ’the streets’ for families,
Having nothing left for sons.
Other than traditional ways,
Loving fathers are baffled as to
How to help the sons of man.
Resolved,
co-habitation versus marriage:
Society must renew its interest in marriage.
Father, here I am to pray for you.
Model the image of man;
Father, believe in son even when he doubts self.
Give son boundaries.
Teach son from where he comes,
And how to help future sons of man:
Upstreaming backwords,
To recite a King James verse unrehearsed:
Therefore I urge you to imitate me.
A man never stops looking for a good father,
A man with some flicker of interest in a boy’s future.
Titanic Expression
Falling, Falling
Children with God on their breath;
Lay your sleeping head down to rest.
Calling, Calling
Intervention from The Most High.
Shed tears for me and for many.
Roots deeply engrained
So here falls the rain,
God still bleeds for us:
Should I bleed for him?
Hell on Earth:
From East to West,
Orphans glean the lost train;
From paradise lost,
Man divorced self from God.
Dark, Black, and Blind:
Small hopes feed
Impious feet of starved men;
Mercy, have upon them;
As they search for the tomb,
Here is bread and wine.
Stuck in indelible impressions:
Oppression,
Recession,
and Depression.
Self murdered hearts:
Leap up to my God,
Who pulls me down?
Children with God on their breath;
Lay your sleeping head down to rest.
Calling, Calling
Intervention from The Most High.
Shed tears for me and for many.
Roots deeply engrained
So here falls the rain,
God still bleeds for us:
Should I bleed for him?
Hell on Earth:
From East to West,
Orphans glean the lost train;
From paradise lost,
Man divorced self from God.
Dark, Black, and Blind:
Small hopes feed
Impious feet of starved men;
Mercy, have upon them;
As they search for the tomb,
Here is bread and wine.
Stuck in indelible impressions:
Oppression,
Recession,
and Depression.
Self murdered hearts:
Leap up to my God,
Who pulls me down?
Fairy Pop Tales
Rocket 88 shines brightly.
Beacon of hope
Bestows “Innocent America”
Ever so slightly.
Let us call him
A “Hound Dog.”
Not for his crying all the time,
For brilliantly infiltrating
The rhythms of his time.
Ohh, “Innocent America:”
Mos Def would say,
“Elvis Presley ain’t got no soul.
Jimi Hendrix is rock and roll.”
A profound cultural question
Goes beyond Elvis’ role:
Is Ike Turner
The God Father of pop and soul?
“That’s All Right,”
It’s nothing new:
A white boy singing the blues,
And stealing black roots?
Historically speaking,
We may have
“Trouble” with
The “Hootchie Cootchie Man.”
Ever since then,
We’ve been moving Beyond Imagez;
Whitey’s pickin’ up on
Things we’re doin’.
Further than a broken tradition
Of stolen music
And 55 years of
Indelible impressions.
This 21st century has men
Reminiscing ‘bout terrible
Misappropriations.
Mr. Presley would say:
Buy my records,
Shine my shoes.
Niggers, I make the rules.
It’s very simple:
Peter’s Principle,
Rising levels to incompetence.
Questioning the merits,
Misplaced credits
And accomplishments.
In regard to the origins of rockability,
We now have another
“Thriller” in the night.
Do whop, doo whaap.
By day,
I wonder what this King might say:
“Change the world,
Make it a better place.”
Ohh, “Innocent America:”
Mos Def would say,
“Elvis Presley ain’t got no soul.
Jimi Hendrix is rock and roll.”
Rocket 88 shines brightly.
Beacon of hope
Bestows “Innocent America”
Ever so slightly.
Let us call him
A “Hound Dog.”
Not for his crying all the time,
For brilliantly infiltrating
The rhythms of his time.
Beacon of hope
Bestows “Innocent America”
Ever so slightly.
Let us call him
A “Hound Dog.”
Not for his crying all the time,
For brilliantly infiltrating
The rhythms of his time.
Ohh, “Innocent America:”
Mos Def would say,
“Elvis Presley ain’t got no soul.
Jimi Hendrix is rock and roll.”
A profound cultural question
Goes beyond Elvis’ role:
Is Ike Turner
The God Father of pop and soul?
“That’s All Right,”
It’s nothing new:
A white boy singing the blues,
And stealing black roots?
Historically speaking,
We may have
“Trouble” with
The “Hootchie Cootchie Man.”
Ever since then,
We’ve been moving Beyond Imagez;
Whitey’s pickin’ up on
Things we’re doin’.
Further than a broken tradition
Of stolen music
And 55 years of
Indelible impressions.
This 21st century has men
Reminiscing ‘bout terrible
Misappropriations.
Mr. Presley would say:
Buy my records,
Shine my shoes.
Niggers, I make the rules.
It’s very simple:
Peter’s Principle,
Rising levels to incompetence.
Questioning the merits,
Misplaced credits
And accomplishments.
In regard to the origins of rockability,
We now have another
“Thriller” in the night.
Do whop, doo whaap.
By day,
I wonder what this King might say:
“Change the world,
Make it a better place.”
Ohh, “Innocent America:”
Mos Def would say,
“Elvis Presley ain’t got no soul.
Jimi Hendrix is rock and roll.”
Rocket 88 shines brightly.
Beacon of hope
Bestows “Innocent America”
Ever so slightly.
Let us call him
A “Hound Dog.”
Not for his crying all the time,
For brilliantly infiltrating
The rhythms of his time.
Chance for Change
In the beginning,
God had done the impossible.
Remaining humble,
Ego can barely fathom it.
Approaches from the right angle,
Time has a ChanCe for ChanGe.
When righteousness falls
Like mighty waters,
Trails of tears run dry.
As I cry from my right,
And left eyes, divine
Visions appear to my third I.
Inspiration is derived from Him,
The Most High.
Most, in time, are suspended.
My time, though, is measured by the line.
As I writes these sentences,
'Beyond Imagez' bends thresholds.
Transcending further than His flesh goes,
Reborn is a lost prophet:
To reform Western world’s lost profits;
Bringing about a change of pace
To the seasoning process.
Souls find self existing without a face.
Indelible impression of Blackface:
Standing 'Too Deep' in space,
He wonders between worlds;
That is, competing with Egos:
The cornerstone of disillusionment,
Innocent civilians remain anonymous.
God had done the impossible.
Remaining humble,
Ego can barely fathom it.
Approaches from the right angle,
Time has a ChanCe for ChanGe.
When righteousness falls
Like mighty waters,
Trails of tears run dry.
As I cry from my right,
And left eyes, divine
Visions appear to my third I.
Inspiration is derived from Him,
The Most High.
Most, in time, are suspended.
My time, though, is measured by the line.
As I writes these sentences,
'Beyond Imagez' bends thresholds.
Transcending further than His flesh goes,
Reborn is a lost prophet:
To reform Western world’s lost profits;
Bringing about a change of pace
To the seasoning process.
Souls find self existing without a face.
Indelible impression of Blackface:
Standing 'Too Deep' in space,
He wonders between worlds;
That is, competing with Egos:
The cornerstone of disillusionment,
Innocent civilians remain anonymous.
Swans Lake
A rock on the Isle:
Appeals to the loner style.
Let us be true to each other:
Are we truly lovers?
Come home with me.
Symbols of Sophocles
Bringing internal sadness.
If you don’t
Come home with me,
Thou hast been, shalt be,
Art, alone.
Wondering between two worlds,
One dead.
The other:
Happiest you are
When you’re by my side.
Prolonging self-deceiver,
Come home with me.
You set off a beam
When you dream:
Two hearts may blend.
But, we mortal beings
Die alone.
Like E.T.,
Transcendence phones home.
Come home with me,
The angels divinely sing.
One grain of sand on the beach
Melancholy pools of life,
Reaping joy and freedom.
This sea of faith reminds us of
A turbulent ebenflow of
Universal unspoken myths
Blown in the midst like
Energy the turbine spins.
Must we see Beyond Imagez.
A God renders
his deepest desire:
We’re half a soul
In search for the other.
In the meantime,
In between time,
Come home with me.
A rock on the Isle:
Appeals to the loner style.
Ahh, let us be true
To each other:
Are we truly lovers?
Come home with me.
Appeals to the loner style.
Let us be true to each other:
Are we truly lovers?
Come home with me.
Symbols of Sophocles
Bringing internal sadness.
If you don’t
Come home with me,
Thou hast been, shalt be,
Art, alone.
Wondering between two worlds,
One dead.
The other:
Happiest you are
When you’re by my side.
Prolonging self-deceiver,
Come home with me.
You set off a beam
When you dream:
Two hearts may blend.
But, we mortal beings
Die alone.
Like E.T.,
Transcendence phones home.
Come home with me,
The angels divinely sing.
One grain of sand on the beach
Melancholy pools of life,
Reaping joy and freedom.
This sea of faith reminds us of
A turbulent ebenflow of
Universal unspoken myths
Blown in the midst like
Energy the turbine spins.
Must we see Beyond Imagez.
A God renders
his deepest desire:
We’re half a soul
In search for the other.
In the meantime,
In between time,
Come home with me.
A rock on the Isle:
Appeals to the loner style.
Ahh, let us be true
To each other:
Are we truly lovers?
Come home with me.
Dream Not For Today
Looking out the window,
What do I see?
Reflections of the status quo,
Metaphysical winds
Blowing against the grain.
Nights like this,
I wish it would rain.
Disenfranchised Americans
Dream Not For Today.
If Barack Obama epitomizes
the American dream:
I, still, dream not for today.
I, Too, Am America,
Langston Hughes would say.
If not for hue,
Would we all be blue?
Examining tenets of a dream
The King once seen:
Crossing socio-economic lines,
Most say
We are still far behind.
The pace of our time:
Disillusioned.
Most eyes are closed:
Birds flying into windows.
No more than an unthreatening handful
Quotas reflect the governments scandal.
American Dream has been a failure;
That is,
Only a few can realize this.
In its fullest sense,
We've got to get 'Beyond Imagez'.
We've paid an exorbiant price,
While being deprived of knowledge
Of contributions to American life.
Like forty acres and a mule:
Hotchu, we're tools.
I see a benign picture.
The dangling carrot is here.
WE have Hope?
My will makes hope my foe.
So I will hope no more.
Gangster images keep Whites in the dark.
These intricacies of race relations:
In opposition to whiteness,
Blackness is thus defined.
Literary symbols refine
A culturalization.
Stripped consciousness
Moves Black into the mind.
Going back in time, no such word
to relate to one kind.
We are Black?
The color of my core:
Some may see blue;
Some may see red.
Of the racist mind: see that
Disenfranchised Americans
Dream Not For Today.
If Barack Obama epitomizes
the American dream:
I, still, dream not for today.
I, Too, Am America,
My man,
Mr. Hughes would say.
If not for hue,
Would we all be blue?
In short,
up streaming blackwords
To recite a King James verse,
Unrehearsed: Till now shall you come,
But no further:
And here shall your proud waves be stayed?
Looking out the window,
What do I see?
Reflections of the status quo,
Metaphysical winds
Blowing against the grain.
Nights like this,
I wish it would rain.
What do I see?
Reflections of the status quo,
Metaphysical winds
Blowing against the grain.
Nights like this,
I wish it would rain.
Disenfranchised Americans
Dream Not For Today.
If Barack Obama epitomizes
the American dream:
I, still, dream not for today.
I, Too, Am America,
Langston Hughes would say.
If not for hue,
Would we all be blue?
Examining tenets of a dream
The King once seen:
Crossing socio-economic lines,
Most say
We are still far behind.
The pace of our time:
Disillusioned.
Most eyes are closed:
Birds flying into windows.
No more than an unthreatening handful
Quotas reflect the governments scandal.
American Dream has been a failure;
That is,
Only a few can realize this.
In its fullest sense,
We've got to get 'Beyond Imagez'.
We've paid an exorbiant price,
While being deprived of knowledge
Of contributions to American life.
Like forty acres and a mule:
Hotchu, we're tools.
I see a benign picture.
The dangling carrot is here.
WE have Hope?
My will makes hope my foe.
So I will hope no more.
Gangster images keep Whites in the dark.
These intricacies of race relations:
In opposition to whiteness,
Blackness is thus defined.
Literary symbols refine
A culturalization.
Stripped consciousness
Moves Black into the mind.
Going back in time, no such word
to relate to one kind.
We are Black?
The color of my core:
Some may see blue;
Some may see red.
Of the racist mind: see that
Disenfranchised Americans
Dream Not For Today.
If Barack Obama epitomizes
the American dream:
I, still, dream not for today.
I, Too, Am America,
My man,
Mr. Hughes would say.
If not for hue,
Would we all be blue?
In short,
up streaming blackwords
To recite a King James verse,
Unrehearsed: Till now shall you come,
But no further:
And here shall your proud waves be stayed?
Looking out the window,
What do I see?
Reflections of the status quo,
Metaphysical winds
Blowing against the grain.
Nights like this,
I wish it would rain.
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