poetry

Count on me

THE tribute to my talents tribulations attributes to the esteem of myself from what I’ve contributed in raising my kids in the trivial there, is tantamount to the personal knowledge that knows the shared pains I give… Understanding the things I didn’t do, caused by what I did…

THERE will be many who know just what I said… Because I’m in discernment of all the thoughts that hurt my head… hanging around in a damp dungeon where people have hung their memories from what haunts them., is just cold isolation administered from other men…

I only realize where I am when I feel the hate rise within. Vindication for their vindictiveness. Has a vengeful vantage for viciousness; and then I think of lost friends… I can’t casually ruin a vision gifted thru sin… those who wait would become a casualty in the wake of my loss where a system wins…

YOU’VE heard many of the harrowing stories I’ve told, my hand now is so cold – I just glide this pen lightly across paper… The ink on these original copies pull their own caper… I try to push away anger… In hopes love will be a dangerous infection and spread like bacteria to strangers…

SOME people place wishes in to coin tossed fountains. And that’s swell to allow the well to recycle its allowance… for most balance, the laws of nature subtracts when overload amounts… most of our beginnings are dubious; it’s the glory we alone find in our ending that counts…

P.S. Those that know “we are one”… Is the world ready for “us”?..?

Stop hiding

Now a days,I have no clue what 1/2 the dudes are say’n…. Drop’n a beat and jumbl’n A bar into spaces…..that’s like a slap to the face. You’ll never spit on a mic on my stage…There’s only a few that’s still true to the woe of Rue… and that’s ruefully those who still teach the truth, Speaking thu tha speakers about how positive Hip Hop was to the youth…

These fools now are ly’n in raps about shit that’ll getcha smacked over the tiniest of things… About how to chose a color-or rob a muthafucka for the shiniest of things… and that’s when a hard working sucka will splatter some kids brains, And you’ll see some mother age b 4 ya face crying on another screen- that way one of these new Rappers can brag about what they did for tha streets… Damn you cant see, It’s really life that ‘s fleek….

Where would most people be-if Pac-Biggie- and Big L were still here?I’d like for the machine to still rage without the split that made it all disappear… I’m awake in a place where the masses slumber in fear . and thats like a drastic hazard where control abuses its authority of power over men … and man would be nothing without his rib and her sin, but since when did we ignore the struggle with-in! and influence these kids about shit we really ain’t did!?

Damn that’s like a tin can being talked to on a string for a line You’z a gossip’n plunder made from silt… you piece of shit, try’n to extinct your own kind… expand ya mind-even if you gotta smoke some kind’a Bud-buddy Whachoo talk’n bout is just breed’n masses of dummies…and them cracka’s pay’n yo check really think this shits funny… when yo chick sense my sense she’ll be my hunny…some crummy asshole’ll clap back at me cuz I aint shoot’n …you c what beef did to my generation! that’s useless…yours is stuck on chemicals and the words that keep fans deeply rooted… how we save us from the realms of all excuses -is to wow a nation out from hiding love where they’ve become reclusive.

Belong

Things not given from the heart have a motive that’s mixed in a plan….Vanity is priceless when you feel the compassion compel the will that’s vested in man…I envy the good I cant proclaim. Knowing my influence will never give cause effect…Because efforts I promise to be endless may go undone, I may be bacteria that infects….

If I’m not cerebral because of emotions;Is being celestial factions…Is it hard for you to believe a man carried a tree upon his back as it was ravished with lashes…You perceived the words I’ve conceived because we are all mystic, you’ve not had an illusion….Everyone has their own confinement. I rejoice for those who’ve not left me inside my on exclusion…

Somewhere between here and forever, we’ll always stumble to look back…You cant find who I’ve become because I know I’m still lost but I’m exploring all maps…The eternal measurements Ill take us on with music one day, travels inside, out, and beyond… If uni is one, and universe is all; and we’re passing through this galaxy …..

Where do we belong………………………………

Should the night slip away it’ll pass on bye.
And if the day never comes, no one can ever ask why.
The dusk from the sun will sprinkle stars in the air.
The final sleep that never wakes, seeks the unprepared.

Clouds that hide the moon collect the mist of darkness.
When sun shines through pouring rain its proof the earths entirely fortress.
Time is boundless way beyond any powerful grasp.
Destiny and destruction may collide, but your soul should never collapse.

The dirt is soil that became dry and bitter.
Crazy that trees shed their leaves getting naked for a winter.
Water flows through the land to the ocean that gives life back.
Should everything suddenly vanish we’d be fiction not a fact.

So from here I’ll fade away into the nights silence.
Soul searching the reason I’m a victim of my own violence.
Making it through another year, hope has survived.
If I could just stop the memories from hurting.

I’d be thankful I’m alive.