Archive for June, 2011


Blue skies in the forecast…Day light passing fast…Hoping and praying that the sun light gon last…But I don’t really care cause I’ll blast off into the night…Reaching for the stars but got tangled in the stripes…The grip was python tight…So it was useless to fight so in spite of my plight I decided to just shine bright…As bright as I could…Can’t no body deny that I’m good….

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In my house I have invited several guest, of these visitors some offered more others less at times it felt like there was a contest amongst my guest…competing for my mental attention I feel its fitting now to mention who a few of my guest were…I’ll start with the first he introduced himself to me as…

Anger he lead me to believe that he could relive my frustration with violent demonstrations instead of collaboration he breed separation he also increased my lost instead of gain I knew it was time for him to go so I asked him to leave but he remained he disrespected me by inviting company like hurt and pain since he wouldn’t leave to maintain I learned how to tame my guest…

I must confess that my door is always open and I welcome anyone’s arrival my experience in my house was not always negative I studied and learned things essential to my survival lessons so strong they were documented in the bible with an unbridled passion for life I left my window open and love crept in thru the night smothered in darkness but her light shine so bright she gave insight to my wrong ways so I began to be polite gave a new meaning to life the other side of strife but we all know pressure bust pipes and since anger never moved out love left me thru the same window she came in without a doubt…

I ran to the window screamed and shout for her to come back and then I heard a tap on the door I checked to see who it was but it was just a note it was from peace and we never spoke he said he’ll be back when love can cope with peace gone before we could meet and love off in the streets tryin to find someone else to meet I got tired of playing host, reached my peak and kicked everybody ass out and then I was alone, my home was empty and it tempted me to leave to but instead I went to my bathroom and looked in the mirror dried my tears so the picture would be clearer, realized wasn’t nothing wrong with me…all along it was just my choice of company…

So I took heed to my observation and from that point on everyone was subject to different forms of interrogation so I can learn exactly why they were here…I finally meet fear and it was okay for him to be there he made it unlikely for me to relapse cause if I did all the wrong people would have moved back…

One day I ventured out my house in search of truth and facts and in one instant it felt as if my heart collapsed…she didn’t look the same but I was sure it was love so I gave her my rap and just like that it was on and she was back…with no more feelings of being trapped, finally able to relax I received an unexpected visit from a man traveling from the east…when I saw him I didn’t know him but I recognized it was peace…and finally there was in MY HOUSE!!!!!


Everything is copasetic when I induce my local anesthetic when things get hectic I get poetic. Please respect it or give me credit for my rhyme…I’m in this for the long haul and I’m battling against time I be careful with my search because I might not like the truth that I find…In the mitts of my people but they don’t feel like my kind it’s like everyone I deal with make me read between some line…Passionate about this shit running red lights and stop signs…

I’ve finally made up my mind cuz thoughts of love and crime can stick like pine needle true evil disguised like cathedral put your faith in and it keep you who know that we would do what we had to if placed in a situation we’ll see how strong you is when faced with complication…

I’m focused liked 100 proof concentration I reject none of my creations tempted with the apple and I’m tastin…Hmmm it’s delicious satisfying my suspicion I felt the power of the lord and it’s eclipsing drippin tears for my peers in fear that they may be responsible for me to lose ones I hold dear lets gets the air clear…You don’t want to see me up I can feel that but in turn I don’t wanna see you up do you understand that we got things in common like I’m black and you black we both wear baseballs caps and smoke bluts to relax but jealousy is a mother fucker I gotta watch my…Back explain that!!!

I start doing something you ain’t and you relapse…Begin to attack in a form of espionage, camouflage your intentions you knew it was a trap ahead but you failed to mention, things, wouldn’t be so bad with your intervention but you won’t help because it threatens your position…I don’t know if it’s true but you fittin da description…Enemy and not a friend of me I can’t pretend to be happy when I’m not so my unhealthy relationships will soon have to stop!!


Relationships…Grossly misunderstood like the bible…Answering the question on why hundreds and thousands of hearts stay unattended and idle…Ignorance is the main reason but many are still asking why…Why after they try, they have to try again…With so much diversity I guess every situation depends…Depends on if the person is looking out or looking with in…As a whole our people tend to begin with original sin…Which is having the wrong first thought…Like my woman would truly love me the person from the things that I bought…Or if I lay my web of jealousy until my man gets caught he will finally see the beauty in me…

Desperately searching for some form of reprieve we’ll accept different types of abuse instead of accepting that we must now get up and leave…Moving at different speeds we all find it difficult to connect…Rejecting peace in our camps cause we feel a loss of respect…Engaging in war amongst each other with the main objective to protect…Ourselves…Instead of putting our petty difference and problems on the shelves we raise hell…I must tip the scales…So if he yells I have to yell back…Preemptive attacks so strong it could crush the soul…Rather than playing our role we’ll struggle for control…Going as far as cutting off our nose trying not to lose face…Exhibiting behaviors of disgrace just to prove the case…If we trace this love line back to when we were courting….

You’ll find a different picture canvassed in supporting…Each other…I swear I won’t be as firm as Danny Glover but this is what I want I always wanted to be your lover and smother you with affection…Beat you down with my erection and win your heart with my protection…But we fight what’s right…We do everything opposite of making our relationship tight…I believe in mysterious but you got me guessing where you was last night and that ain’t right…Enemies in the same house…We together but we settling scores…Love is an art but in this generation it’s an art of war.


I love the streets like the majority of y’all love peace…I despise being discreet to satisfy the conscience of those financially over me…Pressed to conform to the ways of what the masses consider righteous inevitably becoming a modern day slave…I dare to be free while others prefer to be tame…I go against it…You like safe and stay with the grain…We are not the same…I embrace my insane and find it strange when the more fortunate keep there’s behind closed doors…And call it sane…
I guess what is important is what’s presented to the public’s eye…As always the perception of a person is tied closely to their ability to get a slice of that American Pie…I try to understand why…Why we hit the gas driving towards the future and forget our past…
It’s true that Dr. King promoted peace…But out there in Oakland Bobby Seal and Huey P. Newton brought relief…Understand conspiracy cause my man Carter G. Woodson wrote a book that all my kinfolk need to see…We’ve lost our way…We dread bold moves like changing our name from Cassius Clay….
Hoping for better days we take advice from people that is far removed from our reality today like asking Tavis Smiley how to make this $800.00 a month stretch for 30 days…They say power comes when you invoke and pray…But the sanctified more than likely haven’t endured poverty stricken families everyday…If my bills we’re paid I would pray too…For it to stay that way…
The answer that is failed to be put in play…Is that action…I said action is what will save the day…The truth is muted by our so called intellectuals who know the facts and yet dispute it…We will stay divided as a people because our ego will not allow us to be equal…Look the man or woman next to you in the eye and ask them…Am I your equal?…We treating symptoms and not the problem so our efforts are ass backwards…


It’s hard to change…Easy to stay the same…Especially when you have the past staring right in your face…Positive is definitely powerful but negative leaves an undeniable trace when your losing the rat race and always have to plead your case on why you had the Jack and they had the Ace…Stacking the deck…Many people deal in disgrace…Causing a deep seed feeling to throw underhanded just so they can get a taste…Being a good person and living in peace has become an overwhelming chore…Sometimes to save yourself all you have to do is just close the door….

Before we look out lets look within and close the door on our original sin…As a trend we tend to take advice from our eldest kin…But they grew up in the 50’s and 60’s and only know how it was then…Looking deep…Way deeper than the skin we’ll seek our most important guidance from our closest friend…Five time out of ten they’ll reply with a grin and pretend to know the answer without knowing the facts…Like white people really know how it is to live black or the rich truly see the struggles of the poor without crossing the tracks…If we never thought outside the box we’ll still he considering the world to be flat with ignorance of our people creating more ceiling than floor…My advice to those who seek savior is to just close the door…Close the door now don’t close it in time…Paying extreme attention to the signs in our mind also known as divine intervention…An extension of gods hand…Beware of closing the door on gods plan…He is the creator and his workings we normally don’t understand.


I was born at odd’s so I’m an odd ass baby…Murphy’s Law has become my life so oh-well if you call me crazy…I’m living daily on a maybe trying to maintain my steady…When thangs tight it’s hard not to fight over thangs that’s petty…Like cash…Here today and gone in a flash…Ash to class, fall flat on yo ass and right back to ash…When folk know your struggling they tend to past rather than accept the task of getting you over the hump of making it last…I’ve dwelled in societies trash to find the truth of human nature at last…Self preservation…We all gone save our own ass at the expense of repeating the past…I fear not the chance to share my truth…I only fear the ones that do…Our true maybe opposite and I might not accept the thangs that suite you…I’m not one to judge with my melting pot of a stew…I just feel I deserve the right to choose between old and new…

I salute the few who like me…Pursue there dreams to an end…Some bend or break and don’t hesitate to escape there pre-determined fate trying there best to eat off the next man plate…Others just lose faith and get stuck in some funky old depressed state…Me I won’t stop until I get my own personal cake…When I get through I won’t know the meaning of the word wait or no…All I know is go…Never move slow…Over lap myself like de-ja vu like I’ve been here before…Thin like smoke…So I inhale my reality and blow back the brutality…I portray content

But its going to take the realization of my dreams to satisfy me…Until then I’ll just strengthen my roots like tree and pay the fee to roam the earth gallantly…Please save the false hopes filled with faith…I only eat food I can taste…And I’ll take it from a kind hand no matter the race cause even my own people have displayed acts of disgrace…Now I ain’t the first or last to join this rat race…And by no means do I have the right to claim that I’m a special case…I just acknowledge things are wrong and I just want to get them back in place…The truth is…Things will never change if I get lost in day dreaming about yesterday……


Location just above poverty, intended destination is sovereignty, this state will take shape with the mental trait thought, word, deed……the process to create….to create that special space universally known as my place……

The journey is problematic riddled with confessions from has been who had it, subject to rights of passage, and dealing with personal bad habits, self proclaimed righteous to an uncivilized savage, joy, love, stressed, depressed, acceptance, rejection, lost protection, misconception, misguided direction, tainted perception, is just a small collection of the reflection that will be faced during the rat race to that special space commonly known as my place….

In deep thought I develop a desire to transpire my space….