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We are lost between one another. There is no beginning nor an end to our despair with our everyday disappointments. What truth are you following?
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We are lost between one another. There is no beginning nor an end to our despair with our everyday disappointments. What truth are you following?
The Sassy One #Sarne
It is only Love that can conjure the soul and compel you to bend, unyielding.
Conviciton
It's coming and you don't even know it
And if this doesn't resonate, didn’t move or make you think, I suggest
You shed your black skin because you’ve surely out worn it
Obsidian derives from those whose passion runs wild and volatile, and you
If you’re still backing up cops -- shooting our kings, unwritten sins
Still trust in god, turn’em in under holy water, rinse ya kin
Cause all of these things written in the good book are stolen, now contradicted,
Written on monies, all hail the gawd, manipulated shit
Misguided dwellings of religion used to keep us obligated, --pray--
For forgiveness -- for the things that have been done – for the things that have been said – for the things that have yet to come
It goes far beyond our master’s wishes and only journeys further
I beg of you, ---let’s not beg to differ any longer
Because truth of the matter is, we don’t matter and will never matter
And the only thing we’re good for in this country is the slammer, which
Ultimately means our fate, engraved upon burnt skin of slaves we’re destined to be slaughtered
You wanna empathize, please come good sir
Dip your sons and now dip your daughters,
There’s enough tar to baptize a whole market of the martyrs, --for starters…
You should’ve pushed for equal civil rights a little harder.
Now it’s your turn to…
Put your Hands in the air, spread your legs, let me control your mind
Picture
Faces pushed into the ground, throats closed and now on a decline
Sadly
I wonder if you can really see it or if your heart is just as blind
When the hell did being black become a standardized crime?
We’re swinging...
You want us to back down, hang up our morals too and to confine, but the
Way that I see it is, you can shut up -- just shut the fuck up stop crying
Tick tock tick tock --
Now you can start beginning to beg for your life – Jury there goes your time – conviction?
How does it feel when it’s only your life that now weighs on a dime?
What’s the sentence I ask; there’s been consistently no mercy for the black people
Walkin’ around with the nerve to believe we would ever be equal
Just saying...
Like a pendulum sway back and forth, right before you, we’re not even noticed
The invisible man on the trees-- an ornament for even the poorest
Hypnotized by the lack of awareness, it’s no upper hand and no I don’t know cause
It is always a choice to be mute, or refute, press the issue and join us
They say we should follow the law -- and it’s the same lawmen that do this
Placing false claims of protection, run up on us -- and then they shoot us
Have no idea where to begin to grasp this struggle, the lives that we’ve stolen
The trickled down delusions we lie, we lie and tell to our souls and
The full stories botched up by the press and will be forever left untold, the --
The wife that cries over his dead body rotting, desecrated on our paved roads
To add insult to injury left like common trash, fresh produce and we’re still undersold
Even in death we are guilty to the highest of bidders -- the devil cloaked in black robes
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Cannot beat the system -- so they give us a wager
Say look you can take this on your record, do your time, or *laughs* just pay us
More dollars that we owe -- More dollars that we owe,
More time… more time... more time passes…. and still more hatred bestowed
And we will never clear our debts as long as the blood drips all the way down to our toes.
The sweeter the berry, darker and thicker the juice so it runs slow
We’re swinging.
I wish I was as devoted to God as I am wholeheartedly about love. Is it fair to say that my devotion to the ideals of love is a reflection of my devotion to God?
I could only hope.
I lose faith at times. I fall to the temptations of sin. But, I always come back to God; to the desire to want to...
Rusted Copper
Women, the disposable napkins niggas vigorously blow their cum in and toss away
Only to buy a new box at the end of the work week with their shiny pennies
Garbage loads of bag-able solids and plastic bagged
Spoiled babies and earns of burned hearts
Ashes to ashes, dust to puff
Infecting our lungs with the gun smoke of dissolved marriages.
Infidelity gleams high off the flag poles of America
gracefully dancing in the wind, the new praise dance on Sundays.
Let the church say “amen” in unison, pass the basket, drop your pennies
To the left; Quick, fast, quick, fast
Listen to the words engraved under the pastor’s tongue; inhale; relax…
In God we trust, That our men will falter
When we take a stance, firm legs spread shoulder width apart
right hand over what’s left of our hearts, with cracked rib cages
repercussions of the right to own a pistol to defend our
bewildering obsession of the shit we claim to be our
most prized possessions; (inhale) Niggas.
What can’t you see?
A Thin Line In Between
I wish he believed that dreams are not this unatainable far off fickle matter floating somewhere in the backs of our minds many a night, in our sleep quiet, still moments glistening in open eyes shake em off vigorously cause theres no way just no possbility I can hold them in my arms, I’m sure he thinks to himself as he releases away from my softness lift your eyes to the hills knowing if you capture that faint star no one else notices its shine in the moonlight thats where your dreams start to come true when we see things unimaginable to the normal, the naked someone before you was derided for thinking he could reach land and dance with that same moon until one day mimicry is the same drive that made him glorious now that’s a true parody reality clearly isn’t even a tangible thing we can grasp yet it shapes the spaces within the fissures of pink matter floating in the back of our heads far off in our minds how can we be sure where one ends and one is beginning
Naturally I was afraid of the things yet to come, but still I stood. Forgive me, my knees buckled and from falling I spilled my burdens, but I prayed someone would see my pain and offer to share the weight with me. And from my failure to hold onto the world that was given to me, I’ve gained a new strength to help me raise it from the ground and back up. Cause to be victorious you must find glory in the little things and I will count your every kiss on my bruises as a thousand and one blessings.
A friend’s first novel
maybe they’re right
Im scared
scared of losing you
you, myself
scared to make a decision thats not heart felt
scared to fucking look at my phone when it goes off
scared because I know it isn’t who I expect
scared to breath
to dance with life
no I mean really tango dripping in its sweet sex appeal
scared to move hundred of miles away, alone
scared I can’t live up to the woman I dreamed about
scared of being afraid and now afraid that I’m disabled
because I allow myself to let these stupid fears
into a place that once flourished
scared to be, well, too good.
snap back
what is the equation that I fit in?
the world keeps imbedding in my head
I was born a sinner
so realistically the only puzzle piece that could fit
is simply the one that does not exist
it just is, what it is
so snap out of it, don't look back
to the snapshots of a dream you once had
that only took 30 seconds to drift away
when consciousness reoccurred in the morning
and you couldn't recapture its face
when days faded to black
ink and crumbled papers on your bedroom floor
no pages left to turn, nor
prior emotions of prior moments which left you spiraling,
wired, and out of control
flipping continuously between
two cardboard deadends.
slithering, hungry for death or starving for more
snap, back up.. before I snap and black!
snap, back up.. before I snap and black!
snap, back up.. before I snap and black!
I'll commit to whatever the desperate must
it just, is what it is
drank the apple juice from those lips, yup took a little sip
a sinner
J. Cole wrote it too, so it must be true
can't remember the dream and can't see clearly when I open these eyes
to see that there is no puzzle, just this circle
a room with no doors
just one window
and a fate
so the questions rather is
does this equation exist and well, how is it shaped?
My Disposition
Let us just love naturally No titles serving as barricades to bewildering Temptations assumed with humankind, Let us just be whom we’re destined to become Repulsing the reception of abstract terms Deemed to define Taboos we love to call a blunder, Once we’ve reached neutral grounds in Cali We can submerge in loyalty Beneath prying tectonic plates causing this friction, We will bask in the light we’ve now found in these dark tunnels Diamond in the roughs, No, this does not mean that we speak words untrue Allowing these dirt walls around us to crumble, But, that we are unafraid to be genuine Despite the innate irrational whim telling us That we are ready! Rushing to proceed onto the next, Not a second earlier can we unwind in perpetual adoration Only when we’ve triumphed over our fears Accepting who we are, accepting one another, every disillusion Knowing that we are strong enough to forgive Without the trepidation of conditions, Loving with no qualms The sole understanding that equals One.
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I had forgotten How sweetly he used to kiss my forehead, left cheek, right cheek the residue of his soft lips peeling away from my face I could bask deeply in his eyes for hours, forever leaving and impression of sensual satisfaction imprinted in the heart of my mind vapors of desire flowing through my lungs, it was the sweetest air I'd ever tasted and I'd die without it
Dirty Converses
Like dirty converse sneakers size five and a half in boys chilling on the end of the sidewalk ironically as I walk towards them I feel a flush or a blush, rush my cheeks and lips as they make a wry crinkle across my face the simplest things create the most joy in our daily lives I must atest best when spontaneous and cleverly unexpected mmm mmm mmm so good, so good my heart runs out of breath everytime from over excitement Warming up my feet with dance exhilerated my blood flow, leaving my pores in a gaping aw the drool streaming down, cooling my body Strumming my chords till a sultry tone vibrated my drums and relaxed my un-nerving tensions with not a melodic symphony, but harmonic wonders of perfect fourths and fifths and minor and dimished thirds Carving poetic words into the ridges of our minds under starlit skies every other night ending in the warmth of our mending figures and endless conversation of our idealistic thoughts of the day Random travles to secret castels and shell infested sands of the shore with mother sun laying down and father moon rising for a kiss Loving love and not worrying about the practicality of its invisible hold on our soul I walk down the rest of the sidewalk with my broken in converse perfectly dirty and vintaged with an authentic touch strolling in the shoes of an old awaiting the moment to revitalize the gravel once always under where the day peaks just right, over the horizon of the south shore with waves racing up, crashing down losing the trail of shadows left behind in the uneven footsteps of the dark.
.. we give our everything for our every things and he is mine.
I gift wrapped my nothing and began to exchange it for the somethings...
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My mistaken cause for my sympathetic thoughts that flow in my mind, will forever be skillful thoughts. Examined by my own simple dislikes and read by the Thinker.
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