i love poetry (Yeah I write whatever)

Can I get a chance to tell my side of the the story
Fight for the fame press for glory
I just want to make a mention
Add some dimension
Get my 20 seconds
Pay me some attention

I’m fallen by the wayside you could say thru the cracks
I’m gunning for the papers but they not coming back
So much for the Pulitzer I want the highest honor
But there is no room for me I’m beyond a goner
I’m so far out the loop I’m off the charts
I don’t even qualify for a Pulitzer fart
I guess I can forget about the prize
But I’m still focus never dim
I tried to be clever

I’m so hip hop
Yeah I write whatever

What if I could get that nobel peace deal
Or a source magazine honorable mention
That would push my poetry off the planet
Into a new dimension
I could go from rubbing sleepy eyes
To nightly recognition
I bet I could read a poem for Russel Simmons
And to tell the truth I’m just trying to keep my focus
Like a laser
I don’t want to get my 15 minutes of fame for being tasered

Even though I seem so dedicated
I could write 24 hours a day for a week and then spend the same
Amount of time separated
From my pen, pad or laptop

And lately I don’t write more than one page before I stop

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Detroit Public Schools Black History Month

Detroit Public School – Black History Month

 

Close the doors and pull down the shades

It’s February again and the teacher has some words to exchange

She wants to know – What do I know about black history?

And then if it’s not much

she is going to put us back in touch

But she’s in a rush

cause she’s only got an hour and she needs to say so much

 

Its hard to believe but at the tender age

The time when I’m so easily influenced

She wants me to know the past

so that it can always influence

Whatever it is that I’m doing

She wants me to find a dream and pursue it

 

Hold my head up high and have some respect for myself

“the knowledge that you receive is a weapon itself”

And just like a soldier moving in stealth the underground railroad

Never got away from myself

 

I know that a book is a tool

That lays ignorance and cowardice to waste

A book is a mode of travel to get you out a bad place

A pen and pad are like a sword and shield

Or more like brick and mortar

And I’m ready to build

 

Please don’t find me to heavy I did this all for you

put my mind and my sanity on the line all for you

I use to write in the dark now I write in the light

And fight so hard to make sure that I’m doing it right

 

And I’m making the rules so even if I’m breaking the rules

I feel that I should have the first right to refuse

To do anything other than to be black and die

Instead I just get up of my little cot my little pity spot

 

And I stand or I sit

I ran or I writ or I wrote

That even if I’m no politico

I know that it was important

For people to die to vote or to be put into jails

Prison in such

 for refusing to touch

 or enroll in the militias and such

 

Please soujourn soujorner

 and win for these losers

And if you can do it under pressure

 then I will accept

The first right of refusal

 

The right to defy

Those who deny

That I can say what I want

In the way that write

 

Just as long as my song shows that It came with a gift

I used the powers of good and I came to uplift

 

So in that moment in time in the back of my mind

I’m thinking about the movie as she’s pressing rewind

And I’m trying to find

the love for mankind

 

As I’m not sure if she showed me my soul

or the twoness of it

If I could march like a King

Am I Fredrick Douglass  

Could I be one of the Pantha’s brothers

 

I’m so conflicted  by this point in the lesson

Yet she is steadily pressing

 me to answer some questions

Will you fulfill a destiny fore written in failure?

Or will you write your own story and drop it in a mailer?….

 

What was I supposed to tell her?

What would you have told her

Fall off into mediocrity and hear her every day for 15 years

standing over my shoulder

Now I’m getting these words off my chest and they feel bigger than boulders

But this is the only way that I can see to give

Her efforts some closure

 

end

since writing this poem i have to shed light on a sad situation

someone took a picture of a dps book depository http://www.flickr.com/photos/tedguy49/312196513/in/photostream/

i don’t know how accurate this is i am not a journalist but this is heart rending i’m going to see if i can post the picture below

dps books

dps books

 

i hope this isn’t true ya’ll hit me up and say it isn’t so

 

the title of this poem is chest pain

Chest Pain

 

I got this pain an pressure

no relief no sleep it’s stabbing me on the left
uhhh the left side of my chest

 

I just need some rest
I have to do better than the rest
I need to rise up better than the best
this is my only escape from this madness


I got money I can’t spend it
I got thoughts that keep spinning
I can’t get to the pen fast enough to pen them


Anxiety is a high for me where is my sobriety
I’m taking in these thoughts like a drunk steady drinking


I’m shaking out these thoughts like the philosopher thinking
I’m going to free my peeps like Abraham Lincoln
then I got to cure this cough before I end up in a coffin


I’m walking down the sidewalk just to myself talking
and I find myself speaking to myself so often
that I’m beginning to wonder if I’ll ever have time
to quiet my mind

and maybe in time find the peace of mind
“that excels all thought”

 

the peace you work to find it
I’m just gone have to step out on faith


I don’t know how many times I need to be reminded
I suppose every day I awake and repeat the mantra
“1 tenth of all I earn is mine to keep”
and a portion of my mind is dedicated to peace
and as I arrive at the conclusion it’s l2:30
I hope that I can find my sleep

Stepping Out On Faith

Stepping Out On Faith

 

I saw a shadow of talent I felt afraid and challenged
now I’m just trying to find my balance
as far as success im starting to form the callus


Yes believe me when I tell it
because if you saw it you really wouldn’t believe it
move out of God’s way to receive it
step out on faith and breath in
hope that you don’t caught up in something foolish
I’m just trying to stay positive


You know how many people I asked if this could be done


If I could write out my frustration
give little kids some motivation
use my lyrics to motivate a nation
the negative came like summer rain

And it looked like I was going to be flooded
and just when the water was getting muddy
I stopped and prayed turned my anger and rage
to a positive page

 

 My momma told me
“if you don’t have nothing good to say don’t say nothing at all”


I refuse to sit here and say nothing at all
so let me say some words to make the little people feel tall
I could speak up for the under dog my voice could be seen in the fog
and I’m here for good so don’t expect me to just leave in the fall
this is my chance to show snow flakes how cool I am
or I could gather my seeds and show growth in the spring

2009 positive economy

I just want to keep things positive on
I can honestly see a bright side in this economy….

Economy

It’s like trying to come from underwater,
where there is no air

Trying to breath in trying times
The financial hardship comes out in my rhymes
The truth is I’m doing fine

I’m doing whatever it is
that people who ride the tide do
when the tide is low

You don’t die or go away
you just riding slow
I’m mean if the tide goes down
then it must come back up
And if that’s the case then I’m waiting
for the tide to come back up

I’m building up
I’m here because I can’t field enough,
complaints about how this bubble burst
The troubles here and it’s getting worst
“Let’s bury our heads in the sand”
Ok you go first
I’m not going down without a fight

Let me tell you something and this is true
I’m doing good and so are you
I’m not angry
I can’t make money if I’m mad
I’m happy as a lark
You could say I’m glad

I’m at the ceiling and it is made of glass
Pass me a hammer I’m about to smash
I don’t have a limit or have you not heard
I think Master P said it in some of his words

This is my work if I get to relax
I’m going to sleep deep at night no anxiety attacks
Non of that staying awake waiting for harm
No more hitting the snooze button on my alarm
Every morning I start anew
And then I go to the inkwell and print the truth

Don’t try to rush me
though the time is urgent
My money is clean as laundry detergent

And I don’t need a bailout
I won’t count your money
Cause if I’m counting yours
then mine starts looking funny

I’m trying to tell you to
let the frustration go
Release your tension
and let the money flow

They call it a recession
But what’s receding
The prices aren’t going back
And people are still breathing

The causes are still here and what’s the reason
I mean no excuses that’s so out of season
So this is my chance to take away the grieving

This is the positive it will be ok
You made it this far you can take on the day
You got your caloric intake for the day
You may not have steak but you won’t pass away

thankful poem

I was listening to NPR one day and a lady had written a whole book on being thankful and why we should be thankful and the need to give thanks…that moved me so i wrote a poem about it i hope you enjoy

Thank you Iris

I’m thankful to have you
You be mad some days and I be mad too
You be mad at me and I be mad at you
But we got that mad love
And the love comes out more than the mad do

I keep thinking about snickers bars
Then that makes me think about Reese cups
And then sure enough
I cant thank God enough
Because the more I think about you the more of you I want

I love the way you laugh
cause your laugh is off the chains
And if I divide your laugh by the sound
only your smile remains
And I’m grateful
Yes I said that I’m thankful

I see your hair is such a pretty thing
Thick as the corn syrup and black as jelly beans

You look just like a queen
And maybe I’m a king
Or maybe I’m a fein
Because I’m over here shaking till you get back to me
And I’m thankful to have you
You make me feel safer

And I really just want to see if the words on the paper
Make you think of me
Cause I can only think of you
That’s just me being real
You can be my juicy fruit
And I will be your orange peal
Or you can be my candy coated cherry girl
And I will be delighted
to bite it…..oops maybe I should backspace
Here let me just re-write it
You got me so excited
I would be delighted
It keeps coming out that way ain’t no other way to write it
And I don’t want to overstated
but you the kind of girl that a guy could run away with
I just want to let you know
That I’m forever thankful to have you
I need you to know it
So even if I don’t show it
deep on the inside my love for you is flowing

I done gone off on a tangent but if you think
that you can handle it
Come and go away wit me I’ll never leave you stranded
I want’ you like a bandit
Looking at a thing and he knows he could never have it
I’m not trying to thief you
I just want to reach you
And if you come with me I have some things I will teach you
with love I will meet you

give me one chance just to say what I want to
I’m so into you I thought I could be at peace
Like the peace I have with you and I’m thankful now at least

I never thought I could relax and let time grind to a halt
but that’s just what seems to happen when we recline and we talk
cause a minute by your side is better than any 2 else where
When I’m with you I live with out a care
and the threats go away
my caution leaves me
I think you love me too
Unless my eyes deceive me

so I’m thankful believe me
And in my prayers that is what I say
a thousand times day
Thank you for this girl lord
may she never go away

we wear the mask (remix)

Paul Laurence Dunbar is one of my favorite poets
He wrote a poem called we wear the mask
I can really feel this poem
so i copied his poem and wrote my own personal responses to all of his statements for your own entertainment
this is like the we wear the mask remix by dave  [italic ours]

WE wear the mask that grins and lies,
But what would happen if we took it off
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
I know but this mask is heavy and i can’t feel my face
This debt we pay to human guile;
I don’t owe nobody nothing
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
Inside I feel a frown
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
I’m really thinking forget this i just want to quit

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
But when i see others of the brethren
I hear there sighs and we recognize if only for a moment
that mask migh not be a necessary component

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
let me take off this mask and answer those who ask


To thee from tortured souls arise.
let me tell them what my real plight is

We sing, but oh the clay is vile

then let me dismiss this smile and put down this charm

 

Beneath our feet, and long the mile;

my feet are tired and my eyes want to cry
But let the world dream otherwise,
forget it if this is how i survive they will never see my eyes
We wear the mask!
yes we do we wear the mask