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

LOVE

whew this one is long and i couldn’t cut it down
i’m going in today kids so hold on to your seats
the poem is about loving somebody
first you fall in love
then you argue
then you have to try to maintain that relationship
lets see if any of you have ever done this before

LOVE part I

Who could know love like I know love
If it’s real love then you could show love
The love that binds and holds the both of you
Helping another draw close to you
Closing out the sea of doubt
The kind of love you can’t do with out
The ooh and ahh I need you back
The kind of love that won’t leave you
Without hope of coming back
This the love they write songs about
This the love you need to know about
This the love that consumes your soul
This is the love you can’t control
This love that makes men build houses
This is the love that makes a man buy a boat
This is the love that compliments hope
This the love that faith sustains
This is the love when no love remains
This the force that actuates the mind
This the love you hope to find
This is the love that makes kids runaway
This is the love that makes a man seize the day
This is the love that makes you dedicate you life
This is the love that makes you keep loving your wife
This is the love that has no price
This is the love that would make you give up you life
This is the love that don’t take no thought
This it the love new lovers caught
This is the love you cant’ take away
This is the love that never goes away
And if it leaves
Then it will return so quickly
This is the love that makes seven years pass just like two days
This is love that we want to make
This is the love that we want to make
This is the love that gets carried away
I don’t mean for you to be over taxed
And I know you think I should relax
But that is not where I’m going next
So prepare for the truth in this act
This is the love that keeps the lights on
This is the love that you can’t try on
Naw cause this type of love always fits
Yet this type of love you still practice
This is love it exist for sure
If love doesn’t exist then the heart is not pure
You can be sure that you are in love
Even if you are the only one
Love is lonely but it’s not alone
Love is on the phone all night long
Love is always in striking distance
Love is calling are you listening
Love is poetry all the time
Love is a poem that does not rhyme
Love is the only real reason to do a thing
This is the love that satisfaction brings
I’m going to stop in just a few bars
I just want to say love got me this far
Love is stronger than any horsepower
Love will keep watch till that fateful hour

Love is going to find us without much space
But love will always have a place

LOVE part II

I never pick up after myself
I never take out the trash
I always leave my plate on the table
I always think I’m right
I never ask I just do
I always have a double standard
I’m never on time
I’m always late
I’m always in a hurry
I’m never really great
I always say hurtful things
I never give compliments
I never spend time with the kids
I’m always broke
I always take
I never give
I’m always negative
I’m always leaving
I never go away
I always want to argue
I never stop nagging
I’m always hiding something
I talk too much
I talk to loud
I say the wrong things at the wrong time
My bills are always late
I’m never home
I’m never home on time
I always go places
I never want to go anywhere
I’m always selfish
I never share
I never care
I always act funny
I never smell nice
I never dress nice
I always get mad
I always make a scene
I never speak up for you
I always talk down to you
I never take turns
I always get mad when we play board games
I never play board games
I always talk during the movie
I never listen
I never talk
I’m always talking and never listening
I’m always complaining
I never get anything done
I never try
I’m always trying the wrong thing
I’m always in the way
I never have any money or did I say that already
I’m lazy
I’m corny
I’m fat
I’m big but not big enough
I get on your nerves
I always want things my way

LOVE part III

And you thought I wasn’t listening
I told you I heard you
Now check me out
Cause I really am the bomb

I’m there for you always
I’ll never leave you
If I ever leave you I’ll be right back
I’ll be gone till November
Maybe December
February at the latest
Plus I’ll be right back
I’m chewing with my mouth closed
Working on my diet and if you never had Sharwarma
I think that you should try it
I don’t mean to hurt you
I want to talk nice to you
I want to be there day and night for you
I’m not really lazy just a little tired
Worked so hard on the job didn’t want to get fired
I know I never have any money
And I might be broke
But I save some money for later on
So we won’t always be po
So you have to just have hope

I might seem so aloof but I really care a lot
And if you need the proof all you have to do is watch
I can learn to dress better bought me an Armani sweater
I don’t know where to wear it but I think things are getting better
I don’t like board games I get bored with them quick
I was only talking bad cause I’m so frus-tra-ted

I don’t me to complain I’m just working my problems out aloud
If it really bothers you I promise I will tone it down
I don’t mean to do the wrong thing this is like a wrestling
Plus it gets harder when I’m stressing
But now I’m in the gym trying to get my muscles strong
So if I’m going to make the progress I have to leave the drink alone

I swear baby girl I am such a change person
Yes I am a changed man
I had to really think it thru but now I got a game plan
I can’t always right way and never be wrong
So I’m down on my knees singing my song in a low key
This is true to us you mean the world to me

So if you don’t mind and I don’t think you do
I gone to make a change in what say and I do
Or should I say did,done or am i out to sea
If I was always right before I guess now I will never be

And I hope I’m not wrong
And to tell the truth this is my fight song
And the way we go together you probably want to sing along
But I want to end it right here cause love got me this far
And since I love you so much I hope you always stay
And since I love you so much I hope you never go away
This the love they write songs about
This the love you need to know about
This the love that consumes your soul
This is the love you can’t control
This is the love

Take Some Time

when i wrote this poem i wasn’t thinking of slam poetry
and so maybe there is some type of evolution going on here
because i was thinking more paul mcartney, i kept hearing like the voice
of elton john, its wierd i couldn’t hear the voice of the black artist that i usally listen to
i’m trying to pick out somebody but this poem sounds so folksy to me
but it is what it is and i’m shooting for thirty days of poetry and of the four poems that i wrote today
not including the three i threw away i like this one the best so here it is entitled

Take Some Time

Tied to the times we stayed in tuned
Nusance and abatements let them leave the room
Creating closure where none was before
I hide behind my bedroom door

Deeply hurt I try to work the locks
Can’t get thru the combination as I cry these tears
I thought they were lost in my broken heart
But here they have arrived after all these years

Drawn in by the sight of fire
You can pull your eyes off the reck
My train is derailed and its off the track
And I walk with a brace on my neck

No w let us all take some time to breath as we relive the good and the bad
And if we find this is our time to leave then I’m sure they will all be sad
Take some time
Take some time
Come back to me but first take some time

Just to find out who you are you search and you look in your books
Just to find out where to go you give the past a second look
You lie awake in your bed at night hoping to make a new day
And as you see the sun arise you don’t know what else to say

Take some time
Take some time
Try to create a new space
Take some time
Take some time
You can’t live life with out enjoying the way

We all would like to believe that the sun shines down on us
But sometimes when we are down we have to come up from dust
In the cloud the lonely eve finds himself taking his stock
And in the day the lonely me finds myself watching the clock

Take some time
Take some time
You won’t believe what is owed to you
Take some time
Take some time
You won’t believe what you can do

Finally we walk roads alone
Hoping to stay on the path
And as we carry our number on we lose our own silly memory
Yes our memories are gone
And we hold our toungues alone hoping that the path is not slippery
Yes It is slippery
and we’ve said some mean mean things
Some things that we didn’t mean some mean things

So give us now a chance to make our little peace
And if we can ask forgiveness mate would you please give that to me
Give that to me
Please more than the time
It’s the memory of the mind
We take the time
To give the memory a day away from the sunlight
And this is the moment
We won’t let it go
But if we let go of the moment
Then I’m sure you’ll get to know

That you need to take some time
And breath
Calm down the mind
And flush those old memories
They mean nothing more to me
So take some time
Take some time
Please take some

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

taking the steps

here is my latest and greatest…enjoy

 

 

Taking the Steps

 

Water into steam there is no escape only pressure

I’m doing my best to create

But I’m not sure that I can always come up to the level

I wander if I fed my mind the right foods

Or am I compromised by malnutrition

Sometimes I stop and listen to the healthful words

The same ears that hear scripture can take in the perverse

The same tounge that can pronounce and expound the depths of prose

Seems to be tangle in the rain forest depths of rage and curse

 

So I step back and try to really evaluate the situation

I want to write poetry full time make that an occupation

No one wants to pay to read words written by unlettered men

But as far as I’m concerned I’m a poetic veteran

I mean every part of my being every fiber in my soul drives me to write

And where I seem to be lacking I asked God for insight

And I seek out the knowledge really devour a textbook

Insight and wisdom seem to come in a texture

The depths of which are only part of my lecture

 

I knew that I would be doing something different

 when I used to rap with my friends

We could all make rhymes but mine would never end

I thought something was wrong

I wanted to go on and on

I didn’t want to limit my freestyle to a 3 min song

And now I’m checking myself everyday for the proof

Am I really a poet or just quite a loof

The only way to know is to come off the stoop

Start writing down my lyrics straight off the roof

I got some pain and some losses I might not recoup

Slam poetry for the people they all want a def jam

Personaly im just trying to help by taking the steps man

end

I want to leave you with some Erica Badu I have always love her style you know. My wife sais i got poor taste cause I like Fergi too. Thats ok you like who you like right? Here is Erica Badu at a poetry slam

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

 

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

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

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