Back 2 Basics

today was just one of those days where i just wanted to be a kid again. i just wanted to be in ignorance bliss without a care in the world. i want my biggest worries to be what to bring to show and tell and not rejection from another job. i wanted go back to kindergarden where i could express myself in finger paints and it wouldnt be called abstract. i want to have nap time and a bed time. i want to be in a kids place where stress isnt a option. where bills dont seem to exist but u just know the lights, gas, phone etc is on and dont realize that it takes money to keep those things on. go back to the days where only the world you encounter is the world that exist...where war is just a fight and conflict between super heros on tv. back to watching cartoons on ktla after school...you know...pinky and the brain,and bobby's world or what about kcet...sesame street, bananas in pajamas, lamb chops...or nick...algeras window, gulla gulla island...man can i just have one day? maybe its best i dont go back...but how i wish i could just for a little while.

Calm Before The Storm

It was the night of the 14th of this month, and it was about 1 am in the morning. For some reason i decided to go out side at this hour at when i walked outside...it was this stillness in the atmosphere. Never had i experienced a moment like this... it was lightening with no thunder, the night wasnt hot nor cold, there was not even a slight gust of wind. the fact that there was absolutely no sound, was deafing. and to live in the inner city and not hear not one car creeping on the road was almost scary. and to look up at the sky to see blues, blacks and grays mix in the sky like a portrait of confusion that created such a mural of peace. i looked to the clouds and the connecting bolts of lightening and the pure moon...i, in that moment, awaited to see God's face. this encounter left me speechless and in a daze....and i knew for a fact that this was the calm before the storm.

And knowing this was the calm before the storm, i awaited for the storm and the storm came. Saturday morning came, and with it....death was at the door. Two women of God was called on home that i knew. And though, morbid as this could be, it is the storm much after the calm.

one bad interview!

i realized that if you were to interview me as a poet...
that would be a boring interview!
yeah ppl say i write good even great poems...
but if you were to ask me, what was going thru my head, what was going on when i wrote the poem, what inspired the poem....i honestly couldnt tell you
its like when i write, i just write and mold a poem from the random words later!!!
it doesnt take an inspiration to write most of my poems...weird i know!

My People

Ode to My People
Oh hail, to my black people
oh they tried to brake you and make your mind feable
your mind regenerated and you are stronger now more than ever
in this broken nation your are its heart unsevered

for a long time, you struggled to find your place
and always woke up with heart ache in your face
and you merely gave it a kiss
cause that was your way of appearing ignorance bliss

oh hail, my strapping black brotha'
that took blows from masta' one afta' anotha'
they tried to destroy you by any means necessary
their tactics to obliterate you is televised and known as legendary

knowing you have strength like none other
aroused the minds of your oppressor
and since then they planned for your demise
but oh! one day you will rise

oh hail to my strong black sista'
who has fought despite being bludgeoned by circumstance
and for a long time coming shown condemnation
but still in all, stood as the back bone just to see your man advance

oh hail to my black brothas and sistas!!!!

His Story Told!!!!

Misery
he cant feel but powerless
to the embrace of misery
the shackles of oppression
and faint characatures of the midnight deary
left for dead even though his soul lived
only wish one could say that for his heart
the fragrance of defeat loomed in the air
as the stinch of bliss and geniune ecstasy was bound and lost
he knew no love but all to familar with hatrid
and on his lips he would savor his last breath
and then he expired
cause of death...
choked by the threads of passion
and suffocated by his own words that bled from his heart
he went grotesquely and in surging pain
he went with the forlorn anguish and heavy heartedness
went feeling rejected from the womb of prosperity
and he left the world petrified that he wasnt loved
and that he would indeed be forgotten
and so he was
his greatest fears became reality
misery took him far too soon
before i could reach him
and to witness the sight of his stiff carcass with crusted tears
and to remember i heard his last words whisper
in the shrud air and nothing but the smell of misery remained

NON SENSE WRITING!!!!

first let me explain what non sense writing is...its when u jot down what ever comes to mind
it could be just a word, a sentence fragment or a complete sentence...doesnt matter...only thing is just dont stop writing! and when u dont know what to write next u repeat that last word over and over until something else comes to mind....try it some times!!! i find it helps during writers block! you never know where it would lead....so here i go and i hope u try this sometime....most certainly good for poets!!!!!

beat beat beat take a seat listen listen listen to the words that i speak
what are you in search of what do u seek seek sought i sought after what i couldnt grasp
piece of mind broken in shards shards shards shards/ scratch claw at the surface drill into the marrow and find the truth within/ breaking the molds of conformance and the cast of assimilation.....

thats just a demo but u should get the gist of it...
and when i read what i wrote a see a potiential poem in the making

NO CLUE WHAT IM DOING!

i realized that i have no clue what im doing in this thing called life!

each step i take is a surprise to me

every movement is uncontrolled

every moment is unexpected

every breath is my first

ever lasting suspense