Why are you so ready to die when you haven’t even lived?
Torn apart by the ways of the world getting wrapped up in
Everything but your own happiness and wonder why you keep
Feeling this way not a fix a story a pill a drink will take you to the place you dream
So ready to die ready to hide when you have warriors here to help you fight your
battle
A wizard if you want to call him that, that will help you if you just trust in him
So ready to die when you haven’t even lived hidden in cloth that isn’t your own
Covering up what is already beautiful here let me show you your thrown
So ready to die when you haven’t even live
With three little angels placed at your pier, and you dare to turn away from their tears
You see you are great to them they know what others can’t see and you wish to die before you have lived
Beaten by the pain of your past I know your fears I know what darkness you’ve left behind and the more
That awaits in the shadows, but I am here we are here you don’t have to die before you have lived
We cry your tears we feel your wounds and it would do us no greater honor then to help you heal
But you have start face your fears listen to what’s in here, believe in you that’s where you live.
Listen please please listen to this I don’t want you to die before you have lived
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Father’s Day and Single Mother’s
Ladies it’s time for us to stop that trying to say that we play both roles when reality is that the only thing that we are doing is creating a complex in the minds of children. I know being a single parent you feel like damn I have to play the mamma and the daddy but truth is your only doing the dual income expectation.
What I have learned over the years is that for as much as I don’t need a man my young son does. While to me in the past I didn’t think that there was anything a man could provide for him that I couldn’t the truth is that the belief is false even if I had a daughter it would still be false. Men provide an image to follow to for young boys kind of like there out line on how to treat women and work ethics and just how to be (even if they don’t copy everything or even use it in their adult life). With young girls it teaches them what kind of man to accept how he needs to treat her and what to look for or what not to look for. However, we have changed this idea and given our children our interpretation which at times is more negative than positive.
How can one expect their young daughter not to follow in their footsteps by saying well men is no good and they are all liars? Or how can we expect the young men to be better if we are telling them that most of the men in their lives are liars and etc. If they are, are we leading or being the best example by telling them that? Have we shown them the best by being bitter and upset at being a single parent or not having the help from the other parent? I am not saying it’s easy. I mean it’s hard for me too But it wouldn’t be right if I only spoke negatively to him about his father or help him grow as a man to be a better man. If I has a daughter how could I expect her to demand for better or want better if I am already telling her nothing but negative things (or even allowing her to see me with someone who treats me bad). That’s me setting her/ or my son up with limitations and for as long as you do that nothing will ever change. Your words and your idea’s and actions affect your children great deal ladies.
Now ladies I am not saying go out there and just get with one or stay with one just so that they can have but if you’re putting any figure into your child’s life you need to make sure that it is a quality man and not every man is that, nor do you have to be in a relationship with them (romantic) to have a good figure around your child. Look at all that man has to offer and where they are who they keep around them and whether their value systems match yours or not before you jump and let them into your child’s life and yours for that matter.
We set the example on how we want to be treated on how we want our men to treat our kids and so on (not all the blame lies on them) if we accept a man who has other kids and ignores them and expect our children to be treated differently or if we are loose women and allow our sleeves to be treated a certain way. I don’t want my ladies to think that I am in any way bashing us because I believe we can do better and we need to be better for our children and I know that we can we just have to wake and see that.
Father’s day is for those who are dads not for us. And once again while we magically believe that we play both roles it is impossible for us to do and the reality is as a single mothers we are only playing one role and sometimes barely that when you have to work go to school and etc. Financially your two people but solely we are just one person and will need a better half (father, step father, brother, cousin, uncle, grandfather) to help us the rest of the way.
What I have learned over the years is that for as much as I don’t need a man my young son does. While to me in the past I didn’t think that there was anything a man could provide for him that I couldn’t the truth is that the belief is false even if I had a daughter it would still be false. Men provide an image to follow to for young boys kind of like there out line on how to treat women and work ethics and just how to be (even if they don’t copy everything or even use it in their adult life). With young girls it teaches them what kind of man to accept how he needs to treat her and what to look for or what not to look for. However, we have changed this idea and given our children our interpretation which at times is more negative than positive.
How can one expect their young daughter not to follow in their footsteps by saying well men is no good and they are all liars? Or how can we expect the young men to be better if we are telling them that most of the men in their lives are liars and etc. If they are, are we leading or being the best example by telling them that? Have we shown them the best by being bitter and upset at being a single parent or not having the help from the other parent? I am not saying it’s easy. I mean it’s hard for me too But it wouldn’t be right if I only spoke negatively to him about his father or help him grow as a man to be a better man. If I has a daughter how could I expect her to demand for better or want better if I am already telling her nothing but negative things (or even allowing her to see me with someone who treats me bad). That’s me setting her/ or my son up with limitations and for as long as you do that nothing will ever change. Your words and your idea’s and actions affect your children great deal ladies.
Now ladies I am not saying go out there and just get with one or stay with one just so that they can have but if you’re putting any figure into your child’s life you need to make sure that it is a quality man and not every man is that, nor do you have to be in a relationship with them (romantic) to have a good figure around your child. Look at all that man has to offer and where they are who they keep around them and whether their value systems match yours or not before you jump and let them into your child’s life and yours for that matter.
We set the example on how we want to be treated on how we want our men to treat our kids and so on (not all the blame lies on them) if we accept a man who has other kids and ignores them and expect our children to be treated differently or if we are loose women and allow our sleeves to be treated a certain way. I don’t want my ladies to think that I am in any way bashing us because I believe we can do better and we need to be better for our children and I know that we can we just have to wake and see that.
Father’s day is for those who are dads not for us. And once again while we magically believe that we play both roles it is impossible for us to do and the reality is as a single mothers we are only playing one role and sometimes barely that when you have to work go to school and etc. Financially your two people but solely we are just one person and will need a better half (father, step father, brother, cousin, uncle, grandfather) to help us the rest of the way.
More of my work
Open your eyes
Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?
Do you see that child standing there with a smile do you see the mother with the same ? Now who do you think is to blame?
Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?
Now look at the child now at sitting in the corner crying and rocking,
Look at the mother with the new burses on her face while she thinks to her self why me.
Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?
Are you hearing the screams coming from the Childs room ? do you the Childs father standing over him? Do you see how the child is no longer a child?
Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?
Now look at the mother and child again with the same smile. Do you see what you missed? I see what you missed. That scratch on the Childs wrist about 5inches long and the burses the mother tried to cover up with make up . Do you see the black spot on her face?
Open your eyes and what do you see?
Open your ears and what do you hear?
1103
Raise Your Fist
Drawn to things that he thinks is right but can’t quite understand so he raises his hands in violence and drugs expecting this to change him into a man.
Damn at that sad daddy that lived in the home but would have been better off gone didn’t teach that boy right from wrong.
Now his so called brothers are teaching him the stories of the revolution that is dreamed about but will never happed cuz their still talking about keeping it real with gangster rappin.
Cuz the ones that weren’t born with our flavor are no longer our jail keepers and don’t share our anger and ain’t the ones pointing the fingers or pulling the trigger’s its only the Nigga’s.
The same ones that complain about inequality but divide their selves from the place they descended from ( notice I said they and not our ancestors African Heritage.) Born here in America but don’t vote don’t give their opinion cuz they are to afraid someone’s listening .
Those brothers soon forget the miracle that missed 34th st and hit Virginia when Doug was voted , in our life time.
The same brothers that holla I can’t toward math and science not knowing
Hebrews, Africans and Ethiopians use this method to stimulate their brains.
But they wanna holla revolution
Nigga please your same nigga in the club beating down you own
The same nigga that complains about the white mans poisons but gives
Crack and weed to little Raheem and the boyz In junior high
Just so you can get a piece of that money pie.
Now look out how the death tolls
And drop out rates have risen since you started selling.
Tell me how are you going to lead a revolution without education.
What revolution are you going to lead I’d sure as hell would like to know
So when my army comes out and starts to grow you’d be the 1st to go
As Nikki G. would say we are tired of you and your bullshit niggerish ways.
You destroy our culture day by day with every decision you do and don’t make.
So I beg of you let your guns lay stop killing your own and unit your own and
Others will learn to respect and teach your own.
121503
Welcome To Richmond
Welcome to Richmond was kids can’t read and some can’t eat where the homeless don’t sleep and the rappest creep…
Welcome to Richmond the safest place to be only if you’re packing your own AKA 47 heat…
Where the school board keeps money from the schools to deny the uneducated fool. Where child molesters and kids with guns are allowed in school. Where the only way Negro find success is leave this town but only to be chased back by the county hounds.
Where vaginal creams are brought by the pounds by kids whose feet barely touches the ground as they sit. Where sex is more common with kids between the ages of 8 and 9.
Where John F. Kennedy High School students were shoot at and the story barely touched based with the 6 o’clock news.
Where schools produce 230 pending graduates and only graduate 108 or less..
Where drugs seems to be the life of luxury where selling something to change your life is a virtue. Where healing begins with bullets and brives where the truly holy hide and the wicked pride.
Where there are no shopping malls for kids to go to.
Where the truly holy hide and the wicked pride.
Where the same police who ignore your cry are for help?
And the same one’s who sell dope to our youth are given awards for Cop of the Year.
Welcome to Richmond where stray dogs aren’t to far away
Where dog attacks happen day to day
Welcome to Richmond, Where construction and Destruction is underway.
But the only construction is happing in the suburban areas
And the only destruction is happening in historically African-American Sites..
Welcome to Richmond where only the rich play and the poor pay
Welcome to Richmond where the dollar counts before the help comes.
Where an ambulance will let a victim sit for hours, when it only takes a few minutes to come.
This poem is not just about Richmond but about all my urban cities near and dear to them. I only speak what I know and write what I think and Ill keep talking until they lay me 6 feet deep or cool down this poisons heat.
Black Beauty
Born from a race of trials and tribulations
And Nations of unrenowned beauty.
Strong and Powerful
The teacher yet the Lover,
Stressed but loved.
Haven’t you heard Black Beauty?
The world’s calling you!
The brother is calling cause he needs your support.
The cousin is missing that mother figure and needs you at their beck and call.
The man and his woman of no color needs your essence and beauty so they can duplicate it, cause we’re like no other.
Black Beauty everyone nothing is greater than thee,
Only he who created you.
Black Beauty everyone one needs you From Africa to Europe to Canada too.
From Whoopi to Hallie
From Oprah to Free
From Aaliyah, TLC, Maya, Maggie and Nikki G.
They all Represent Black Beauty, From the Nubian to the African to the Jamaican to the Hessian to the Ethiopian to the American…
We all represent the kind of beauty god intened.
More graceful then birds
More beautiful then Flowers,
More ADMIRED then God.
Black beauty no one compares to thee…
Black beauty is in you and me..
Infatuation
His eye’s light brown matches his light brown skin tone, lips that are a new paradise.
His tone of voice I love to hear especially when he needs to put it down.
A brother not a Fake Blackman.
He comes from the shadows only seeking one.
Smells like love from one of the beyond.
To good to be true but enough sex appeal to turn your head.
Imagine my tall black brother Love em cuz he’s black need him cuz he’s a man be completely smitten by his charm and amazed at his educated self.
Dangerously infatuated with this brother only to find out he loved another
Days of my loneliness are still ahead.
Like the Shadows of the night I run to the river completely infatuated
I stand 15 above
I took to long to say all the words he’ll never hear
I took one last look and dropped 15 below
Infatuation…
ATTENTION
I wear a pair of my best the ones that fit my hips better than the rest.
I wear my best shirt, not to tight or to big it’s just right.
My hair looks so nice it could start a fight.
Do I have your attention yet?
I move my eyes up and down I move my hips from left to right
My lips glisten. I run my fingers though my hair, while I give you a good stare. Men beware this women has a special flair.
You walk over and smile
“Hello” is what I hope you say, but you don’t.
Why don’t I have your attention yet? This isn’t just a bet or a one night with someone you just met.
You do me one better and embrace my face. I can feel your heart race.
Dancing and romancing
All eye’s please keep them on me
My I have your attention please…..
Timeline of Change
Strong, Powerful, they are often spoken of as being
Their man are the leaders and the women are the highly respected
These are all ancient words that use to be spoken about my people.
The common criminal, 3 out of 5 dead before age 21, are the stories now told.
Their men are the robber’s and dead beat dad’s. The women dance half-naked and are the whores that stand on Broad Street.
Funny how things change. The word black once a powerful word now poisoned by it’s own
(timeline of Change)
CLARIFIED
If I could be described as a hood, it will be all good
24 with no gang war’s out side the doe
Just people screaming for mo of my poetic flow
Now I may lack your professional status in other situations
But THE POETRY CORNER IS MY PERMANENT DUTY STATION
With or without knowledge of any situation
My stuff stay’s real even without a paper deal
Check out the SKILLS FROM DA DIRTY and then ask again if you are worthy
We’ve got U….N…..I…..T…Y with all the right colors, My New York brotha
I rip verse’s like no other and couldn’t be compared to anyone you’ve seen
So while we are sitting in Cally and you mean mugging me I’ll be sitting to the side doing the electric slide..
This is years of making it do what it do so I PETTY THE FOO…..
CUZ IAM THE ORGINAL BLACK HESSIAN DON DARDA
SO YOU BETTA GET THAT DIRT OFF YOUR SHOULDERS
THIS AIN’T BLUES CLUES, YOU DON’T HAVE TO LOOK AT WHO’S WHO TO FIND OUT I AM THE NEW NEWS. Rip it just da dudes due and I still aint gotcha FOOD?
14 years I’ve been polishing these skillz writing TEARS FROM A PEN and REMEMBER WHEN from the LOVE OF THE HUSTLE to FEARS OF THE STREETS to CITY TRENDS and WHO KNOWS WHEN
So I’ll let you have a brief look of what it took and while your busy tryin to polish the style’s and get me shook
The BEST POETIC RHYME TROFY has been took, not but the crook but Fine Mrs. Wit The ass that won’t quit and class to match
After it’s all said and done and the best has won
I’LL STILL LOVE YAH CUZ OPPOSITES ATTRACT AND WITH OUR SASSY AND LAID-BACK STYLE’S WE ARE THE PERFECT MATCH……
But you still can’t battle me when it comes to poetry please……
DON’T KNOW ME?!
The Art of War
The Battle’s
We to understand one another
We fight to compromise
We fight for privacy
We fight to remain open
We fight for the number one spot and all the other places that makes us hot
We fight to control
We fight to set free fears
We fight to let go tears
We fight to WIN
Some I win other’s you do
I fight for you to be done wit your past and all you want to do is have the time you lost back (whether you want to admit it or not)
You fight for emotions that I often find hard to express, other then anger and pointing fingers……
I want your thoughts and you want my heart …….I want endless passion and you want all that I ain’t askin
I want you to see me as is and you want to look behind doors that don’t belong to me and relate when that ain’t me …….I want straight forward you want between the lines….
We haven’t come to a treaty yet so all that is left is WAR!!!!!!!!!!
The War
Now it’s doesn’t really have to come to this since all we want is P.E.A.C.E.
The war starts with me wanting EQUALITY AND UNDERSTANDING ……..And you wanting LOVE AND KNOWLEDGE OF EACH OTHER ……..
So here’s the impossible person fighting another impossible person and the war is set
Now fighting can be bad but for us it’s healthy
I mean it’s not that we can’t live without each other at anytime but why would we even try
Not when our war come’s out to say Equal Love
See what everyone might miss from this is whatever war’s or battle’s we have, it helps us make our art
With words, markers, sculptors and a combination of things it’s art and our War’s creates
Our passion our need for one another, like I said I mean it’s not that we can’t live without each other at anytime
but why would we even try
When we make THE ART OF WAR
Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?
Do you see that child standing there with a smile do you see the mother with the same ? Now who do you think is to blame?
Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?
Now look at the child now at sitting in the corner crying and rocking,
Look at the mother with the new burses on her face while she thinks to her self why me.
Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?
Are you hearing the screams coming from the Childs room ? do you the Childs father standing over him? Do you see how the child is no longer a child?
Open your eyes and what do you see ?
Open your ears and what do you hear?
Now look at the mother and child again with the same smile. Do you see what you missed? I see what you missed. That scratch on the Childs wrist about 5inches long and the burses the mother tried to cover up with make up . Do you see the black spot on her face?
Open your eyes and what do you see?
Open your ears and what do you hear?
1103
Raise Your Fist
Drawn to things that he thinks is right but can’t quite understand so he raises his hands in violence and drugs expecting this to change him into a man.
Damn at that sad daddy that lived in the home but would have been better off gone didn’t teach that boy right from wrong.
Now his so called brothers are teaching him the stories of the revolution that is dreamed about but will never happed cuz their still talking about keeping it real with gangster rappin.
Cuz the ones that weren’t born with our flavor are no longer our jail keepers and don’t share our anger and ain’t the ones pointing the fingers or pulling the trigger’s its only the Nigga’s.
The same ones that complain about inequality but divide their selves from the place they descended from ( notice I said they and not our ancestors African Heritage.) Born here in America but don’t vote don’t give their opinion cuz they are to afraid someone’s listening .
Those brothers soon forget the miracle that missed 34th st and hit Virginia when Doug was voted , in our life time.
The same brothers that holla I can’t toward math and science not knowing
Hebrews, Africans and Ethiopians use this method to stimulate their brains.
But they wanna holla revolution
Nigga please your same nigga in the club beating down you own
The same nigga that complains about the white mans poisons but gives
Crack and weed to little Raheem and the boyz In junior high
Just so you can get a piece of that money pie.
Now look out how the death tolls
And drop out rates have risen since you started selling.
Tell me how are you going to lead a revolution without education.
What revolution are you going to lead I’d sure as hell would like to know
So when my army comes out and starts to grow you’d be the 1st to go
As Nikki G. would say we are tired of you and your bullshit niggerish ways.
You destroy our culture day by day with every decision you do and don’t make.
So I beg of you let your guns lay stop killing your own and unit your own and
Others will learn to respect and teach your own.
121503
Welcome To Richmond
Welcome to Richmond was kids can’t read and some can’t eat where the homeless don’t sleep and the rappest creep…
Welcome to Richmond the safest place to be only if you’re packing your own AKA 47 heat…
Where the school board keeps money from the schools to deny the uneducated fool. Where child molesters and kids with guns are allowed in school. Where the only way Negro find success is leave this town but only to be chased back by the county hounds.
Where vaginal creams are brought by the pounds by kids whose feet barely touches the ground as they sit. Where sex is more common with kids between the ages of 8 and 9.
Where John F. Kennedy High School students were shoot at and the story barely touched based with the 6 o’clock news.
Where schools produce 230 pending graduates and only graduate 108 or less..
Where drugs seems to be the life of luxury where selling something to change your life is a virtue. Where healing begins with bullets and brives where the truly holy hide and the wicked pride.
Where there are no shopping malls for kids to go to.
Where the truly holy hide and the wicked pride.
Where the same police who ignore your cry are for help?
And the same one’s who sell dope to our youth are given awards for Cop of the Year.
Welcome to Richmond where stray dogs aren’t to far away
Where dog attacks happen day to day
Welcome to Richmond, Where construction and Destruction is underway.
But the only construction is happing in the suburban areas
And the only destruction is happening in historically African-American Sites..
Welcome to Richmond where only the rich play and the poor pay
Welcome to Richmond where the dollar counts before the help comes.
Where an ambulance will let a victim sit for hours, when it only takes a few minutes to come.
This poem is not just about Richmond but about all my urban cities near and dear to them. I only speak what I know and write what I think and Ill keep talking until they lay me 6 feet deep or cool down this poisons heat.
Black Beauty
Born from a race of trials and tribulations
And Nations of unrenowned beauty.
Strong and Powerful
The teacher yet the Lover,
Stressed but loved.
Haven’t you heard Black Beauty?
The world’s calling you!
The brother is calling cause he needs your support.
The cousin is missing that mother figure and needs you at their beck and call.
The man and his woman of no color needs your essence and beauty so they can duplicate it, cause we’re like no other.
Black Beauty everyone nothing is greater than thee,
Only he who created you.
Black Beauty everyone one needs you From Africa to Europe to Canada too.
From Whoopi to Hallie
From Oprah to Free
From Aaliyah, TLC, Maya, Maggie and Nikki G.
They all Represent Black Beauty, From the Nubian to the African to the Jamaican to the Hessian to the Ethiopian to the American…
We all represent the kind of beauty god intened.
More graceful then birds
More beautiful then Flowers,
More ADMIRED then God.
Black beauty no one compares to thee…
Black beauty is in you and me..
Infatuation
His eye’s light brown matches his light brown skin tone, lips that are a new paradise.
His tone of voice I love to hear especially when he needs to put it down.
A brother not a Fake Blackman.
He comes from the shadows only seeking one.
Smells like love from one of the beyond.
To good to be true but enough sex appeal to turn your head.
Imagine my tall black brother Love em cuz he’s black need him cuz he’s a man be completely smitten by his charm and amazed at his educated self.
Dangerously infatuated with this brother only to find out he loved another
Days of my loneliness are still ahead.
Like the Shadows of the night I run to the river completely infatuated
I stand 15 above
I took to long to say all the words he’ll never hear
I took one last look and dropped 15 below
Infatuation…
ATTENTION
I wear a pair of my best the ones that fit my hips better than the rest.
I wear my best shirt, not to tight or to big it’s just right.
My hair looks so nice it could start a fight.
Do I have your attention yet?
I move my eyes up and down I move my hips from left to right
My lips glisten. I run my fingers though my hair, while I give you a good stare. Men beware this women has a special flair.
You walk over and smile
“Hello” is what I hope you say, but you don’t.
Why don’t I have your attention yet? This isn’t just a bet or a one night with someone you just met.
You do me one better and embrace my face. I can feel your heart race.
Dancing and romancing
All eye’s please keep them on me
My I have your attention please…..
Timeline of Change
Strong, Powerful, they are often spoken of as being
Their man are the leaders and the women are the highly respected
These are all ancient words that use to be spoken about my people.
The common criminal, 3 out of 5 dead before age 21, are the stories now told.
Their men are the robber’s and dead beat dad’s. The women dance half-naked and are the whores that stand on Broad Street.
Funny how things change. The word black once a powerful word now poisoned by it’s own
(timeline of Change)
CLARIFIED
If I could be described as a hood, it will be all good
24 with no gang war’s out side the doe
Just people screaming for mo of my poetic flow
Now I may lack your professional status in other situations
But THE POETRY CORNER IS MY PERMANENT DUTY STATION
With or without knowledge of any situation
My stuff stay’s real even without a paper deal
Check out the SKILLS FROM DA DIRTY and then ask again if you are worthy
We’ve got U….N…..I…..T…Y with all the right colors, My New York brotha
I rip verse’s like no other and couldn’t be compared to anyone you’ve seen
So while we are sitting in Cally and you mean mugging me I’ll be sitting to the side doing the electric slide..
This is years of making it do what it do so I PETTY THE FOO…..
CUZ IAM THE ORGINAL BLACK HESSIAN DON DARDA
SO YOU BETTA GET THAT DIRT OFF YOUR SHOULDERS
THIS AIN’T BLUES CLUES, YOU DON’T HAVE TO LOOK AT WHO’S WHO TO FIND OUT I AM THE NEW NEWS. Rip it just da dudes due and I still aint gotcha FOOD?
14 years I’ve been polishing these skillz writing TEARS FROM A PEN and REMEMBER WHEN from the LOVE OF THE HUSTLE to FEARS OF THE STREETS to CITY TRENDS and WHO KNOWS WHEN
So I’ll let you have a brief look of what it took and while your busy tryin to polish the style’s and get me shook
The BEST POETIC RHYME TROFY has been took, not but the crook but Fine Mrs. Wit The ass that won’t quit and class to match
After it’s all said and done and the best has won
I’LL STILL LOVE YAH CUZ OPPOSITES ATTRACT AND WITH OUR SASSY AND LAID-BACK STYLE’S WE ARE THE PERFECT MATCH……
But you still can’t battle me when it comes to poetry please……
DON’T KNOW ME?!
The Art of War
The Battle’s
We to understand one another
We fight to compromise
We fight for privacy
We fight to remain open
We fight for the number one spot and all the other places that makes us hot
We fight to control
We fight to set free fears
We fight to let go tears
We fight to WIN
Some I win other’s you do
I fight for you to be done wit your past and all you want to do is have the time you lost back (whether you want to admit it or not)
You fight for emotions that I often find hard to express, other then anger and pointing fingers……
I want your thoughts and you want my heart …….I want endless passion and you want all that I ain’t askin
I want you to see me as is and you want to look behind doors that don’t belong to me and relate when that ain’t me …….I want straight forward you want between the lines….
We haven’t come to a treaty yet so all that is left is WAR!!!!!!!!!!
The War
Now it’s doesn’t really have to come to this since all we want is P.E.A.C.E.
The war starts with me wanting EQUALITY AND UNDERSTANDING ……..And you wanting LOVE AND KNOWLEDGE OF EACH OTHER ……..
So here’s the impossible person fighting another impossible person and the war is set
Now fighting can be bad but for us it’s healthy
I mean it’s not that we can’t live without each other at anytime but why would we even try
Not when our war come’s out to say Equal Love
See what everyone might miss from this is whatever war’s or battle’s we have, it helps us make our art
With words, markers, sculptors and a combination of things it’s art and our War’s creates
Our passion our need for one another, like I said I mean it’s not that we can’t live without each other at anytime
but why would we even try
When we make THE ART OF WAR
Monday, December 28, 2009
ONE DAY (JUST FOR TONIGHT)
ONE DAY (JUST FOR TONIGHT)
One day it will all be okay
One day we will make it right
But for right now let’s not fight
Just for tonight lord let it be alright
As days turn into weeks I can see your hidden fears and tears as a man
And as women I should be able to shield you but all I can see is my tears and my pain
Sometimes I think I can’t stand this rain, all that we’ve wanted was to become one and all that we needed is to be as one , Divided and molded covered and sugar coded nothing is okay, the truth stays at bay and both of us are to scared to say …that all we want to do is stay
One day it will all be okay
One day we will make it right
But for right now let’s not fight
Just for tonight lord let it be alright
No one’s perfect no one ever gets it right the first time
I give you mine, you give me yours
Baby I’m tired of the locked doors
The midnight wars
People speaking out of term
We’ve come too far with so much more to learn
It’s our turn to smile together not a part not when we know
Where we want to be at heart.
One day it will all be okay
One day we will make it right
But for right now let’s not fight
Just for tonight lord let it be alright
Closing our eye’s never realizing that tomorrow may not always be there
Forgetting That I can promises you today and hope that I keep it for the next day and the next and the next
In all forms of art I’m trying to finally say what I couldn’t from the start from the pause in “I DO” Knowing deep down I only see you
I miss you and all the things we use to be and all the things we could grow to see.
We were made to be together no matter what the weather. Everything happened at the right time, it’s our season. And it stands for this Reason
I love you and there are several ways we could fall apart but hundreds why
Continue to fall in love. We will make it past this rain and once again maintain
One day it will all be okay
One day we will make it right
But for right now let’s not fight
Just for tonight lord let it be alright
7/4/07
One day it will all be okay
One day we will make it right
But for right now let’s not fight
Just for tonight lord let it be alright
As days turn into weeks I can see your hidden fears and tears as a man
And as women I should be able to shield you but all I can see is my tears and my pain
Sometimes I think I can’t stand this rain, all that we’ve wanted was to become one and all that we needed is to be as one , Divided and molded covered and sugar coded nothing is okay, the truth stays at bay and both of us are to scared to say …that all we want to do is stay
One day it will all be okay
One day we will make it right
But for right now let’s not fight
Just for tonight lord let it be alright
No one’s perfect no one ever gets it right the first time
I give you mine, you give me yours
Baby I’m tired of the locked doors
The midnight wars
People speaking out of term
We’ve come too far with so much more to learn
It’s our turn to smile together not a part not when we know
Where we want to be at heart.
One day it will all be okay
One day we will make it right
But for right now let’s not fight
Just for tonight lord let it be alright
Closing our eye’s never realizing that tomorrow may not always be there
Forgetting That I can promises you today and hope that I keep it for the next day and the next and the next
In all forms of art I’m trying to finally say what I couldn’t from the start from the pause in “I DO” Knowing deep down I only see you
I miss you and all the things we use to be and all the things we could grow to see.
We were made to be together no matter what the weather. Everything happened at the right time, it’s our season. And it stands for this Reason
I love you and there are several ways we could fall apart but hundreds why
Continue to fall in love. We will make it past this rain and once again maintain
One day it will all be okay
One day we will make it right
But for right now let’s not fight
Just for tonight lord let it be alright
7/4/07
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Poems in 2009
What are words worth 2009©
What are words worth
To the kid with a gun to his chest
A mother who can't seem to find her success
A father who can't provide
And a victim still trying to figure out Why
What are words worth
To the boy who has lost his way
To the girl who doesn't know her worth
To anyone feeling defeated
To someone, who forgot how to kneel down and pray
What are words worth
To a community that struggles to survive
To a crowd of mourners asking god why
To the trick on the corner to
To the boom right next to her always wanting to bum a quarter
What are words worth
To families who hate each other
To a husband and wife who can't get it together
To a misbehaved child that feels this is the only way it'll get better
To the the battered and abused
To the raped and misused
To anyone anyone who at some point had the blues
What are words
Worth for those of us who walk away
To Those of us who continue with the negative things to say
To Those of us who say what we think and not what is needed
To those of us who don't know what is needed because we were mistreated
To those of us who cant forgive
Why can't we find the words to give
Look at how disconnected have we become
We've gotten lost in times that have no meaning
Lost with words that have no power
Lost in pushing buttons, texting and the ultimate twitter power
We forget what words express
Words are our greatest power
Use them wisely or they could be our biggest down fall
What are words worth?
Words can bring Change
Peace and above all LOVE
(self, family , culture, lovers, LIFE)
Get some.........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Other Side Of Me!2009©
The other side of me
Isn't a self proclaimed diva but she will make you a believa
You won't have any reason in the world to think that you don't need her
The other side of me
Doesn't have a bossy attitude but you'll already know what to do
The other side of me
Can mis-behave and still get her way
The other side of me explores all area's especially those with shades of Grey
The other side of me
Isn't shy but will hide if the timing isn't just right
The other side of me
Has been know to make Knee's weak and grown men scared to speak
The other side of me
Is soft sheer and very few if any can compete
The other side of me
Is Everything you want her to be
But she speaks to few and will leave many of you having the blues
The other side of me doesn't need me to continue to speak on her behalf
If your selected to see her you'll see why she wants to be her
why he needs her and next to none ever leave her
Your not silly you can do the math
Not many cross her path not many understand her graphics
Only one can master her craft to bad He hasn't crossed her
path.........
The other side of me you wish you could see one day one day maybe if it's meant
to be...........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Untitled 2009©
Only he can make me feel this way
He is the one I never wanted to wish away
Mistakes where made songs were song and in this battle nobody one
Stuck between what's right and wrong
Pride is what keeps you from wanting to fight the right way
Now we are so deeply departed broken-hearted
Missing us as one when will our day come when will our day come
When Our midnight rain and mid day pain
Finally jump and a train and let us unite as one....
YESTERDAY IT WAS YOU©2009
(Dedicated to every women and men in the struggle, Know yourself)
I don't want Internet letters on how you can make it better
I don't want text messages on how many more storms I have to whether
I don't to know how you wish you could love me one day because .......
Yesterday was you and there was nothing I wouldn't do ...
No storm I couldn't handle
No issue I couldn't dismantle
Yesterday was you I did all I had to
I fought all the battles
Tried climbing all your ladders
Road all the avenues
And it still didn't get better
I did all this because you kept saying
"All this yours boo one day I ll give you the world baby girl"
One day was never and from there I kept licking at the wounds
Yesterday was you and I was the fool
I carried your babies
Feed your families and homies
Supported your dreams
I was the number one player on your team
What was mines was yours even
When what was yours was yours
Yesterday was you and there was nothing I wouldn't do ...
No storm I couldn't handle
No issue I couldn't dismantle
Yesterday was you I did all I had to
I fought all the battles
Tried climbing all your ladders
Road all the avenues
And it still didn't get better
I did all this because you kept saying
"all this yours boo one day I ll give you the world baby girl"
One day was never and from there I kept licking at the wounds
Yesterday was you and I was the fool
What????I didn't understand
I fought all the fights
Protected his seed
Raised his child and his children
Paid his notes
Cleaned his house and his credit
Trying to figure out why he wouldn't let it grow, let me go or let me know what the hell was I doing this for
I waited by cells and jails
Sent you mail
Did time even when I was innocent of all crimes
All to no avail
I still get disrespected neglected and rejected
While still having to walk on egg shells to apiece you
All this because Yesterday was YOU
Yesterday was you and there was nothing I wouldn't do ...
No storm I couldn't handle
No issue I couldn't dismantle
Yesterday was you I did all I had to
I fought all the battles
Tried climbing all your ladders
Road all the avenues
And it still didn't get better
I did all this because you kept saying
"all this yours boo one day I ll give you the world baby girl"
One day was never and from there I kept licking at the wounds
Yesterday was you and I was the fool
Well Today Today is ME!!!!!!!!
Today I am living for me and letting you be
Working my jobs
Going to school
Trying to get my own silver spoon
And as tired as I might be I don't reminisce about what could be
Nor do I wish upon a star for you I petty you boo
Because Yesterday I mean Yesterday day I didn't Know
The WOMEN in me and How strong she could be and Today
I can see the boy in you that was always there
I just never took the Time to Stare
I am glad I can finally walk away from Yesterday !!!!!!!
What are words worth
To the kid with a gun to his chest
A mother who can't seem to find her success
A father who can't provide
And a victim still trying to figure out Why
What are words worth
To the boy who has lost his way
To the girl who doesn't know her worth
To anyone feeling defeated
To someone, who forgot how to kneel down and pray
What are words worth
To a community that struggles to survive
To a crowd of mourners asking god why
To the trick on the corner to
To the boom right next to her always wanting to bum a quarter
What are words worth
To families who hate each other
To a husband and wife who can't get it together
To a misbehaved child that feels this is the only way it'll get better
To the the battered and abused
To the raped and misused
To anyone anyone who at some point had the blues
What are words
Worth for those of us who walk away
To Those of us who continue with the negative things to say
To Those of us who say what we think and not what is needed
To those of us who don't know what is needed because we were mistreated
To those of us who cant forgive
Why can't we find the words to give
Look at how disconnected have we become
We've gotten lost in times that have no meaning
Lost with words that have no power
Lost in pushing buttons, texting and the ultimate twitter power
We forget what words express
Words are our greatest power
Use them wisely or they could be our biggest down fall
What are words worth?
Words can bring Change
Peace and above all LOVE
(self, family , culture, lovers, LIFE)
Get some.........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The Other Side Of Me!2009©
The other side of me
Isn't a self proclaimed diva but she will make you a believa
You won't have any reason in the world to think that you don't need her
The other side of me
Doesn't have a bossy attitude but you'll already know what to do
The other side of me
Can mis-behave and still get her way
The other side of me explores all area's especially those with shades of Grey
The other side of me
Isn't shy but will hide if the timing isn't just right
The other side of me
Has been know to make Knee's weak and grown men scared to speak
The other side of me
Is soft sheer and very few if any can compete
The other side of me
Is Everything you want her to be
But she speaks to few and will leave many of you having the blues
The other side of me doesn't need me to continue to speak on her behalf
If your selected to see her you'll see why she wants to be her
why he needs her and next to none ever leave her
Your not silly you can do the math
Not many cross her path not many understand her graphics
Only one can master her craft to bad He hasn't crossed her
path.........
The other side of me you wish you could see one day one day maybe if it's meant
to be...........
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Untitled 2009©
Only he can make me feel this way
He is the one I never wanted to wish away
Mistakes where made songs were song and in this battle nobody one
Stuck between what's right and wrong
Pride is what keeps you from wanting to fight the right way
Now we are so deeply departed broken-hearted
Missing us as one when will our day come when will our day come
When Our midnight rain and mid day pain
Finally jump and a train and let us unite as one....
YESTERDAY IT WAS YOU©2009
(Dedicated to every women and men in the struggle, Know yourself)
I don't want Internet letters on how you can make it better
I don't want text messages on how many more storms I have to whether
I don't to know how you wish you could love me one day because .......
Yesterday was you and there was nothing I wouldn't do ...
No storm I couldn't handle
No issue I couldn't dismantle
Yesterday was you I did all I had to
I fought all the battles
Tried climbing all your ladders
Road all the avenues
And it still didn't get better
I did all this because you kept saying
"All this yours boo one day I ll give you the world baby girl"
One day was never and from there I kept licking at the wounds
Yesterday was you and I was the fool
I carried your babies
Feed your families and homies
Supported your dreams
I was the number one player on your team
What was mines was yours even
When what was yours was yours
Yesterday was you and there was nothing I wouldn't do ...
No storm I couldn't handle
No issue I couldn't dismantle
Yesterday was you I did all I had to
I fought all the battles
Tried climbing all your ladders
Road all the avenues
And it still didn't get better
I did all this because you kept saying
"all this yours boo one day I ll give you the world baby girl"
One day was never and from there I kept licking at the wounds
Yesterday was you and I was the fool
What????I didn't understand
I fought all the fights
Protected his seed
Raised his child and his children
Paid his notes
Cleaned his house and his credit
Trying to figure out why he wouldn't let it grow, let me go or let me know what the hell was I doing this for
I waited by cells and jails
Sent you mail
Did time even when I was innocent of all crimes
All to no avail
I still get disrespected neglected and rejected
While still having to walk on egg shells to apiece you
All this because Yesterday was YOU
Yesterday was you and there was nothing I wouldn't do ...
No storm I couldn't handle
No issue I couldn't dismantle
Yesterday was you I did all I had to
I fought all the battles
Tried climbing all your ladders
Road all the avenues
And it still didn't get better
I did all this because you kept saying
"all this yours boo one day I ll give you the world baby girl"
One day was never and from there I kept licking at the wounds
Yesterday was you and I was the fool
Well Today Today is ME!!!!!!!!
Today I am living for me and letting you be
Working my jobs
Going to school
Trying to get my own silver spoon
And as tired as I might be I don't reminisce about what could be
Nor do I wish upon a star for you I petty you boo
Because Yesterday I mean Yesterday day I didn't Know
The WOMEN in me and How strong she could be and Today
I can see the boy in you that was always there
I just never took the Time to Stare
I am glad I can finally walk away from Yesterday !!!!!!!
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