It may seem as though I don't care.
Oh, but I do.
I care so much,
I'd shed blood for you.
As crazy as it seems,
the world is on my shoulders.
Everyday is pain,
never should she carry this bolder.
I see, I said. I see, I said.
Dreams of lifting you up to the highest angels.
The distance between the waters:
So deep, I can't even gage you.
So proud of mommy,
I look up like I'm seein' her angel.
Ghetto princess rise,
Brothers of her own die.
God's lookin' down on them,
makin' shit right for them.
But, she can't seem to grasp,
She is all he has.
Past memories are all we have,
I'm so glad you're my true and only past.
Wednesday, September 3, 2008
Dream Lady
Holding onto unspoken words far too long.
Knowing nothing about who you truly are.
Your appeal rings to me with great sounds.
Having not tried this since High school,
Worthy is the risk of letting emotions fly.
She will come around in due time.
Hesitant for a second.
Words are hard to come by
When you see the special Lady,
Whom makes your heart skip.
Wondering if I might slip.
Like a halo:
Up in the wind do my thoughts blow.
She's my destiny:
The angel in my dreams tells me so.
Solitaire,
Cold Winter nights lasting forever.
Rigid social structures introvert me, clever.
When I walk past,
They sneeze,
Like they crossed black pepper.
In my heart,
Waiting is an empty room
For love storage.
Revealing who I am,
Taking tremendous courage.
Knowing nothing about who you truly are.
Your appeal rings to me with great sounds.
Having not tried this since High school,
Worthy is the risk of letting emotions fly.
She will come around in due time.
Hesitant for a second.
Words are hard to come by
When you see the special Lady,
Whom makes your heart skip.
Wondering if I might slip.
Like a halo:
Up in the wind do my thoughts blow.
She's my destiny:
The angel in my dreams tells me so.
Solitaire,
Cold Winter nights lasting forever.
Rigid social structures introvert me, clever.
When I walk past,
They sneeze,
Like they crossed black pepper.
In my heart,
Waiting is an empty room
For love storage.
Revealing who I am,
Taking tremendous courage.
Black Church In White America
When He came,
they said He was lyin'.
Disciples by the dozens
Doing the supplyin'.
Sqeeky clean,
But, no bold head.
Images are more consistent:
He had dreads.
Sharin' real emotions wit' supa'ficials.
They don't like it,
But He gotta let real flow.
Minglin' with the common thug,
they do the blockin'.
His favorite number is 16:
Lock'd behin' the bars.
As normal as the Carhart,
The workin' man is poppin'.
Half the proceeds to Your Lord,
Cuz He's your Lawyer.
In the Va lour,
To the streets delivering the message.
That man has two strikes,
Next: You get the message.
Judgment day is a comin',
someone has to pay, Damn.
Life is a give-take;
Problem-solution;
humans-pollution;
Dichotomy;
Astrology;
Metaphors;
And Irony:
The Black Church In White American.
Why you tryin' me?
they said He was lyin'.
Disciples by the dozens
Doing the supplyin'.
Sqeeky clean,
But, no bold head.
Images are more consistent:
He had dreads.
Sharin' real emotions wit' supa'ficials.
They don't like it,
But He gotta let real flow.
Minglin' with the common thug,
they do the blockin'.
His favorite number is 16:
Lock'd behin' the bars.
As normal as the Carhart,
The workin' man is poppin'.
Half the proceeds to Your Lord,
Cuz He's your Lawyer.
In the Va lour,
To the streets delivering the message.
That man has two strikes,
Next: You get the message.
Judgment day is a comin',
someone has to pay, Damn.
Life is a give-take;
Problem-solution;
humans-pollution;
Dichotomy;
Astrology;
Metaphors;
And Irony:
The Black Church In White American.
Why you tryin' me?
Double Entendre
Small town Woman,
finding Her own.
A debutante:
In a class of Her own.
No matter what people say,
Got dough?
Still gotta pay.
Like righteousness,
Fire running through,
Living in Her spirit--
all we need to brew.
Like the wolf: Sparkles in Her eyes.
Her pack holds more wieght,
bags unda d'eye,
Damn I gotta take a look.
It's all in the book.
The Pocketbook:
Money never goes dry.
Play the hook:
I gotta hear this Dove cry.
Her pain,
Her anguish,
Running through my spine.
When the pain came,
I took it all in,
now it's mine.
In time,
Reflective thoughts make Her pain His.
Even though it was just one moment,
not even a kiss.
Breath His emotions,
Feel His love,
Hear His call.
No matter what Her intentions are,
Envisioning Her eyes shootin' at the stars.
Only wishin' to have one small part of Her.
The hole:
This conflict of feelin's yearns for Her.
finding Her own.
A debutante:
In a class of Her own.
No matter what people say,
Got dough?
Still gotta pay.
Like righteousness,
Fire running through,
Living in Her spirit--
all we need to brew.
Like the wolf: Sparkles in Her eyes.
Her pack holds more wieght,
bags unda d'eye,
Damn I gotta take a look.
It's all in the book.
The Pocketbook:
Money never goes dry.
Play the hook:
I gotta hear this Dove cry.
Her pain,
Her anguish,
Running through my spine.
When the pain came,
I took it all in,
now it's mine.
In time,
Reflective thoughts make Her pain His.
Even though it was just one moment,
not even a kiss.
Breath His emotions,
Feel His love,
Hear His call.
No matter what Her intentions are,
Envisioning Her eyes shootin' at the stars.
Only wishin' to have one small part of Her.
The hole:
This conflict of feelin's yearns for Her.
A Creed of A Stong Intellectual
Push to understand Self in ways
Which transcend He into a purposeful spirit.
In this 21st Century,
He comes up with new ways of understanding 'self.'
Inner-conscious fills with mysteries yet touches by desires;
Maturity yet taps into ambition.
He remains young.
Complicated as it may seem,
He delves into His core,
Sending Him lightyears ahead of counterparts
whom still indulge in 'others':
The superficials of gaining respect.
It takes He who is above 'The forties'
And further out from the fashionable center of 'The city'.
On 'The hill',
Hungry He goes, preserving righteousness;
The food of that world delineates the fabrics of consciousness.
Investigating and reporting for 'The minorities' who cannot speak;
For most, they have been silenced.
Centuries of systems engaged to hide and silence them,
Leaving The Young Strong Intellectual addled.
On this day a promise:
Hermes Minority Report will come in due time,
Though a lot of time we have not!
One people and one Nation;
Survival is the only key to any upheaval as a family,
Expecting loyalty and responsibility to that family.
So that He may become His own man.
He must invest in the knowledge
And in the company needed to overcome struggles,
Over which simpletons die.
He must reflect on, and scrutinized,
every obstacle to decimate its long-term effect;
He crosses with His heart the virtue of self- Preservation:
It is the bottom-line.
Resolved,
He listens to His first-mind;
Who is strong knows the mind alerts Him as He falls.
Indeed behind every strong man is a strong women;
His Mother is there when He hits rock- bottom.
Because of His righteousness,
His family is there when He has risen to the top.
Which transcend He into a purposeful spirit.
In this 21st Century,
He comes up with new ways of understanding 'self.'
Inner-conscious fills with mysteries yet touches by desires;
Maturity yet taps into ambition.
He remains young.
Complicated as it may seem,
He delves into His core,
Sending Him lightyears ahead of counterparts
whom still indulge in 'others':
The superficials of gaining respect.
It takes He who is above 'The forties'
And further out from the fashionable center of 'The city'.
On 'The hill',
Hungry He goes, preserving righteousness;
The food of that world delineates the fabrics of consciousness.
Investigating and reporting for 'The minorities' who cannot speak;
For most, they have been silenced.
Centuries of systems engaged to hide and silence them,
Leaving The Young Strong Intellectual addled.
On this day a promise:
Hermes Minority Report will come in due time,
Though a lot of time we have not!
One people and one Nation;
Survival is the only key to any upheaval as a family,
Expecting loyalty and responsibility to that family.
So that He may become His own man.
He must invest in the knowledge
And in the company needed to overcome struggles,
Over which simpletons die.
He must reflect on, and scrutinized,
every obstacle to decimate its long-term effect;
He crosses with His heart the virtue of self- Preservation:
It is the bottom-line.
Resolved,
He listens to His first-mind;
Who is strong knows the mind alerts Him as He falls.
Indeed behind every strong man is a strong women;
His Mother is there when He hits rock- bottom.
Because of His righteousness,
His family is there when He has risen to the top.
Stand On Line
The souls of Black folks speaks ornate prose.
Scene of a firestorm: explosive. It shows.
But our eloquence builds cogency.
In the mind of American democracy,
We're the canary.
The souls of Black folks have
Such a special sensitivity to justice.
It goes way back to post- reconstruction.
A strict constitutional read; I call it genuine.
The only line in which I stand is the one of color:
Behind the lady of justice because blind is she.
Scene of a firestorm: explosive. It shows.
But our eloquence builds cogency.
In the mind of American democracy,
We're the canary.
The souls of Black folks have
Such a special sensitivity to justice.
It goes way back to post- reconstruction.
A strict constitutional read; I call it genuine.
The only line in which I stand is the one of color:
Behind the lady of justice because blind is she.
The Place of Skulls and Bones
Acknowledge the fallacy of inflexibility,
And the danger of doctrine.
You rulers of the State,
Be disturbed not.
The coming of the King is antagonist.
He seeks no Earthly throne.
You have lived in sin.
The poor cry in your streets.
And you regard them not.
Your neighbors, who are they?
You have defrauded friend and foes alike.
Your hearts are far away
And set on gold.
Your priests have found
Upon The People burdens far too great to bear.
They live in ease
Upon the hard earned wages of the poor.
Your lawyers, your doctors, and your scribes
Are useless cumberers of the ground.
They are but mere tumors
On the body of the State.
They toil not,
Neither do they spin,
Yet they consume the profits
Your marts of trade.
Your rulers are adulterers,
Your rulers are extortionists,
And your rulers are thieves,
Whom regard not the rights of man.
And robbers ply their calling
In the Sacred Hill;
The Holy Temple you have sold to thieves;
Their dens are in sacred places set a part for prayer:
This is in the land of Skulls.
And the danger of doctrine.
You rulers of the State,
Be disturbed not.
The coming of the King is antagonist.
He seeks no Earthly throne.
You have lived in sin.
The poor cry in your streets.
And you regard them not.
Your neighbors, who are they?
You have defrauded friend and foes alike.
Your hearts are far away
And set on gold.
Your priests have found
Upon The People burdens far too great to bear.
They live in ease
Upon the hard earned wages of the poor.
Your lawyers, your doctors, and your scribes
Are useless cumberers of the ground.
They are but mere tumors
On the body of the State.
They toil not,
Neither do they spin,
Yet they consume the profits
Your marts of trade.
Your rulers are adulterers,
Your rulers are extortionists,
And your rulers are thieves,
Whom regard not the rights of man.
And robbers ply their calling
In the Sacred Hill;
The Holy Temple you have sold to thieves;
Their dens are in sacred places set a part for prayer:
This is in the land of Skulls.
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