What had Happened was

When people support you they see your vision get behind and push you
Then you just walk away like the same people wont miss you
Those same people that show up with the mob and kiss you
Boom pow surprise when you ask for tissue
Your nose runs faster than your feet
And your mouth spills your heart on the street
How hard should we take the lack of leadership
How hard should we take the need for ownership

One to one there is no place for thee
You name in the book but we are erasing thee
Your name on the building I am effacing thee
Some one get the krylon there is now space for me

Feeling oddly changed
Caught missed and lost in politics games
There is no need for a fraud to aim
I haven’t been this mad since I couldn’t rock troop in the first grade
Yes my mom knows about the drug dealers closed
About the boy up the street who had the funeral with his casket closed
Me I’m just a kid what could I know; all is see is the shine and yet
There is no more

I’m getting lost in the pleasure if ebb and flow
Sometimes I forget what you come here for
My eyes look off in the distance and forget the moment
Slice the ice like ice skates sluicing my mind producing
A picture for you to apprise you began to see my vision no need to close your eyes
And then back to the issue we came here for
Busta rhymes gimmes some more or was it swizz beats get it on the floor
Either way I suppose we take it long gone the days of polariods you shaken
How many ways from Savannah to Macon
How many days for Detroit to make it

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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

I am a poet so I could just write away the stress

somebody ever stress you out so bad that you can’t do your job, your normal function you just feel like depressed and angry and more mad at yourself for letting this sucka put you in this position

hear feel me if i could work my dream job i would work as an apprentice with jesse james let him teach me how to cut and shape metal build cars and motorcyles

then i would build bikes and cars and just cut the tops off just cause i could and if anybody had even an iotem to say about it i would tell them to eat a rock

sorry i went off on a tanget but pick this up i’m not on some violence tip but im so mad if i had a brick i would definitely….here check this out i wish i had a foam brick then i could have hit him in the face and he wouldn’t really be hurt i could have got a good laugh out of the deal…

sorry that was me on my confused soapbox here is the poem i promise it will make your day and take away some of your stress…

put the darn brick down sheesh!

I’m pissed

 Sometimes the only way to change minds is to be so forward so aggressive
So passionate so drastic so caustic so weapon wielding fierce so loud
That they cant help but hear us

 Then there is the chance that these guys that we throw rocks at from the nosebleed seats
Really are not worth our effort
 I’m going to buy a stadium big as the roman theater

Forgive me mom but I’m sick of being held down by the neck

 These suckas got to show me some respect or I’m going to burn the building down
And that’s not a threat that’s me being repressed
I’m stressed
And I cant see a way out of this mess

 I’m a poet
 So here I’m going to add flowers
Here is a field full of Iris in the early dawn
Dew drops on her back smell like ripe pear nectar
 An my chest feels like its caving in and the only way to save it then
 Is to relieve the pressure like a cool autum breeze
Write when the air turns brisk and the evening comes

But the darkness has yet to arrive
And the kids play in the leaves
And I’m trying to paint a picture but I never been an artist
 Give me the chance to describe the yellows and the blues
And the light of the shade and the darkness of the rain
But its so refreshing it is God’s blessing
In the form of a life lesson
And I am is and  was
but I’m not so let the stress cook

In the piping hot boiling pot
 And I’ll have  a stew a soup for the soul
A moment to lie awake in the mold of life
And it can be molded into whatever you like
And I just want the hills and the bridge and the park

So I will get the hills and the bridge and the park

I am after all
I am a poet so I could just write away the stress
And let them know in the quiet of words written
That they have once again been belligerently smitten

Dull Pain

If this is your first time reading this blog, check out this short poem that I just wrote and leave me a comment. Also please  send a contribution so that I can get the publishing of my book completed

thanks dave

Dull Pain

No heart no emotion no cure for pain

Cold is the mental ice the veins

Up an down a few floors and what remains

 

The bitterness the scorn the heart is torn

Can’t get away from the day and the night forlorn

Look away from the past your regrets are gone

 

Could you pop popcorn or bake bread

Could you vacuum enough floors or make enough beds

Could you clean and scour before you begin to break

 

In the chest of a kitten is the heart of a falcon

And the deeper the picture the harder the outcome

You can’t touch the masses without corrective glasses

 

Mind your manners and begin to break ties

From those who hold the negative

like pans that bake pies.

 

 

END

 

 

 

 

 

Coming this friday I will have written a short one pager about Micheal Eric Dyson, as you know he is a strong advocate of positive hip hop culture and music. I don’t know much else about him so we can learn together.

 

I’m hoping to embed some video and get some usefull information from the good ole wikipedia

also don’t forget to check out Jadkiss new album which seems to be creating a monster buzz

and it looks like jim jones has some kind off documentaries coming out they don’t seem to be very positive in my personal opinion, but they do show his marketing genius so if you can learn something from them check them out.

 

 

 

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

 

Help Yourself Poem

i thought that i had posted the lyrics to the help yourself poem but i must have forgot don’t worry i’ll publish the words later i’m trying to get the video thing down now so check out this reading of my poem entitled Help Yourself

So here are the words to the help yourself poem that i promised

Help Yourself

I’m running but I’m winded

And as I near the finish

I realize this is only the beginning

 

In the moments when I felt my soul was troubled

And I couldn’t make my feet travel the path

I felt like someone had blocked my passage

Like I couldn’t really carry the message

 

When I was feeling locked away

Like I had lost a day

And all the other runners were passing me

It is only now that I see that the path for me

Is well paved for me and this is the energy that is saving me

 

I dare not waste away or pitch my talent off the cliff of negativity

Instead I would rather run the race positively

I should have death meet me after I have fought the fine fight

After I have made my wrongs write

 

It is so simple anyone could have done it

Or so I thought but it seems that the path cut for me was just for me

I’m  the one doing the running but my feet ain’t hurting

And one thing is certain

I’m being helped because I decided to help myself

 

Believe me

I’m not playing me

When I say I was on my knees praying

Head down frowning

Tied up my shoes and got up off the ground then

 

I felt that much more refreshed

And as I got close to the finish

I felt the need to express myself

And thank God for his help

 

 

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

fuel for the fire

image_037even a sucker can sometimes slip the jab
a champ can fall but he’s looking for the rematch

and me i’m just trying to climb i keep pitching dimes in a 5 gallon bucket
you know how many times i wanted to just walk away and say forget it

i’m not going to quit
i got the soul of a soldier the heart of a champion
i got a little swagger that i keep on the side
and i’m fly on the streets like a superhero

don’t be mad at me just get out the way before you casually become
a part of the apathy

then there is the small fact of this
me being me is me acting like an activist

because i’m actively against everything and nothing at all
and i cant wait for the top to fall

i’m trying my best to swing at those on the top
but i’m so low on the totem pole that i’m buried underground
i’m an iceberg and my heat is nowhere to be found
so i must recover but i’m so cold that i’m staying under covers
or should i say quilts i cant see the top i need stilts
and from the foundation is how the house is built
so i’m starting on the bottom and making it strong

by the time i reach the top ill have the whole house singing my song
this is a lesson watch the one counted out come out of the depression
with all the energy that he is currently supressing
and please dont be suprise when i use these works to fuel my agression

helping my brother out

Today I’m thinking about people that ask for help, so many of us hold on to the words “independant” and “self-sufficient” that sometimes when we see someone ask for help we might pass up the opportunity and the privelege. You know me I just wrote a poem about it…enjoy

Reach Out To a Brother

reach out to your brother please don’t leave me without a leg to stand on
i’m going thru some things that i just didn’t plan on
i need some help my brother the kind you could lend a hand on
and i know for sure that you could be my legs to stand on

right now i’m looking kinda depressed maybe even a little desperate
you probably thinking im begging but this is the best i get
i tried to do other things but life got in my way
now i just need a little help to get me thru the day

brother don’t look down on me cause i’m lowly really don’t be like that
cause if the shoe were on the other foot you couldn’t get no help like that
i’m asking for your consideration for a min of your time
i know that you are an important person so if the minute is to much
brother please spare a dime

i don talked with you to long for you to know or see
that there is more underneath these clothes and hair that what your eyes
can see
i’m trapped in a situation i’m gone need some of what you got to help me get along
and if you help me work this out i promise that when i am strong
i’ll take up the slack for you and help you carry on

cause i know that you are afflicted by troubles time and trials
and i know you probably thinking that you want to be left alone for a while
but don’t be that way brother that won’t get you no reciprication
i’m just trying to get you to help a brother out of a precarious situation

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