I was born
In a city
Right by the bay
and my heart's pure
Just like water
Because thats how I was raised
But I was torn
Between two worlds
And I'll admit I made mistakes
but the sun dont stop because of one rain drop
and trouble dont last always
God i'm dirty as the red clay I walk uponbut You can pick me up, mold me, shape me
if poetry was pottery
try me by fire
and make me your chosen vessel
finer than china
porcelain, whiter than snow
Cause I been runnin', I been gunnin', I been sinnin', I been grinnin
I been boomin, I been bunkin', I been trappin like a fool
Like a fool
God give me something true
Truer than that box of christianity i feel pressured to fit into
Cause I been hoopin', I been hollin', I been shoutin', I been doubtin'
I been prayin', I been swayin', I been actin like its cool
But prayer changes things,
Like keys open doors
Every prayer is poetry,
God works in metaphors
He was that conscience that told you you were wrong
That warm feeling when you heard that song that said hold on
Because He's keeping us
He is the... something
That told you to go home
common sense and life lessons, that's how God speaks to us
He is the... voice you cant hear
the hand you cant see unless
you know what you're looking for
you'll see it opening doors
Every prayer is poetry
God works in metaphors
Thy kingdom come
Thy will be done
Every prayer is poetry
Deliver us from evil
for thine is the kingdom
Every prayer is poetry
Hail Mary, full of grace
pregnant with grace
Every prayer is poetry
Every prayer is poetry
Forgive me for my sins
tho I will sin again
God, show me the way
and if you cant show me the way..then God, forgive me for being lost
I'm a man
sometimes my pride stops me from stopping and asking for directions
But as the sun lights the way
Your Son is the Light and the Way
And i'll get where I wanna be if I delight in your way
But I dont
I run right the other way
Thats how my life was led astray
The deviil whooped me but You let me live to fight another day
and with my life in disarray
I fall down on all fours
Every prayer is poetry
God works in metaphors
I let the devil creep in with stress
I seen him retreat
regroup
and redress
I let him re-enter after I repented
and I regressed
but after all those bad deeds I just confessed
This is how I want to be blessed
a moron without the oxy
My prayer is alliteration
I plead to my provider
please
Help me pursue perfection and practice patience
Cause Satan's trying to murder me
That aint hyperbole
I'm afraid to drink from Your cup
Unworthily
If I could just touch the hem of your robe
I could be pure
Every prayer is poetry
God works in metaphors
God take care of my baby
When I am not able
He said I never seen the righteous forsaken
Every prayer I pray it seems the answer is do right
every prayer I pray it seems I'm dying for new life
I prayed father keep me from falling
with my face on floors
unto him who is able to keep you from falling
and to present you faultless before the presence of his glory with exceeding joy
may it rest, and abide with me
now, henceforth, and forevermore
Every prayer is poetry
God works in metaphors
My Last Show
Downtown Durham, NC (Bimbe Festival 2010)
Friday, August 13, 2010
A Prisoner's Justice
Then dangle it over my head,
Why dont you?
That'll teach an infidel
like me
who's pulling the strings
make me your puppet
Justice is nothing more
than poor judgment that belongs to yesterday
disrupting all subsequent
Right?
then what is justice
For me it is a perfect girl with a husband
who isn't me
always what we cant have
always all we want
If justice were but fairness
If justice were but common sense
a tree stump where new growth begins
a prisoner's justice stalks him
some pages write themselves
some we get to write ourselves
some have already been written
read em and weep said the judge
echoing and echo and echoin the law
A convict looked up at an american sky
Not a spec of hope he saw
Why dont you?
That'll teach an infidel
like me
who's pulling the strings
make me your puppet
Justice is nothing more
than poor judgment that belongs to yesterday
disrupting all subsequent
Right?
then what is justice
For me it is a perfect girl with a husband
who isn't me
always what we cant have
always all we want
If justice were but fairness
If justice were but common sense
a tree stump where new growth begins
a prisoner's justice stalks him
some pages write themselves
some we get to write ourselves
some have already been written
read em and weep said the judge
echoing and echo and echoin the law
A convict looked up at an american sky
Not a spec of hope he saw
Monday, August 2, 2010
Better Half
There's gotta be somebody who can match softness for my roughness
Tenderness for my toughness
Level-headedness for my pride
Sweetness for the bitterness I hold inside
Behind every good man is a good woman
Good advice, good lovin, good food, good God
There's gotta be somebody who cried
and had a shoulder
A bosom to hold em closer
A hug to hold em over
A gentle hand to wipe the tears from their eyes
There's gotta be somebody who had aunts like mine
There's gotta be somebody with a girl like mine.
When a man finds a wife,
A good thing, he finds
There's gotta be somebody in love
There's gotta be somebody rising above, against all odds
Who couldn't have done it without their mom
Cause when the world was filling my head with lies
She helped me recognize and opened my eyes
and she always did what she had to do to provide
and when breast cancer tried to deprive...
UH-UH
My phenomenal woman said she still rise
Cant deny a woman's worth
They decorate this man's world
They hold together our lives
They are the staples, so today, I celebrate with you
I congratulate you
You empower me
I appreciate you
Our better half
Audition piece for Women's Empowerment and Networking Conference, 2010. Didn't make it... Try again next year...
Tenderness for my toughness
Level-headedness for my pride
Sweetness for the bitterness I hold inside
Behind every good man is a good woman
Good advice, good lovin, good food, good God
There's gotta be somebody who cried
and had a shoulder
A bosom to hold em closer
A hug to hold em over
A gentle hand to wipe the tears from their eyes
There's gotta be somebody who had aunts like mine
There's gotta be somebody with a girl like mine.
When a man finds a wife,
A good thing, he finds
There's gotta be somebody in love
There's gotta be somebody rising above, against all odds
Who couldn't have done it without their mom
Cause when the world was filling my head with lies
She helped me recognize and opened my eyes
and she always did what she had to do to provide
and when breast cancer tried to deprive...
UH-UH
My phenomenal woman said she still rise
Cant deny a woman's worth
They decorate this man's world
They hold together our lives
They are the staples, so today, I celebrate with you
I congratulate you
You empower me
I appreciate you
Our better half
Audition piece for Women's Empowerment and Networking Conference, 2010. Didn't make it... Try again next year...
Opus Of a Martyr
No cause can be called lost
What have but one fool left to fight
No folly can be found in hope
No wrong can be done for the sake of right
To not care
Is a luxury I do not share
with the masses
Not fair
Never passes my mind
To be a coward is to live
but can they live with themselves?
Myself; I live for last
So
the debt that each man must repay...
To whom do it I owe?
I only pray
To die on a day worth livin fo'
It would seem noone knows they're a martyr
But we all know we may not get there with you
Martin knew
Malcom knew
Jesus knew
we are the great ill-fated
Most loved, most hated
we dont debate it
We dont await it, thats senseless
anywhere could be my Memphis
no home but my believer's hearts
no four walls to grow old in
no old to grow, forever young
a fountain of youth we all drink from
our immortal times, forever frozen
a select path we've chosen
My blood will not be treasured as a scholar's ink
but a selfless heart is golden
A selfless heart, I beacon out until I am departed
To die at once, and never die
The opus of a martyr
What have but one fool left to fight
No folly can be found in hope
No wrong can be done for the sake of right
To not care
Is a luxury I do not share
with the masses
Not fair
Never passes my mind
To be a coward is to live
but can they live with themselves?
Myself; I live for last
So
the debt that each man must repay...
To whom do it I owe?
I only pray
To die on a day worth livin fo'
It would seem noone knows they're a martyr
But we all know we may not get there with you
Martin knew
Malcom knew
Jesus knew
we are the great ill-fated
Most loved, most hated
we dont debate it
We dont await it, thats senseless
anywhere could be my Memphis
no home but my believer's hearts
no four walls to grow old in
no old to grow, forever young
a fountain of youth we all drink from
our immortal times, forever frozen
a select path we've chosen
My blood will not be treasured as a scholar's ink
but a selfless heart is golden
A selfless heart, I beacon out until I am departed
To die at once, and never die
The opus of a martyr
Home Sweet
Something about the place we were at when we met
The good place i was in when we met
A nice face don't mean much
But her grin seemed to welcome me in
Her words, comfortable, familiar
Like an old friend
But she got a glow,
A radiance that surrounds her
and seems to warm the area around her
The one you dont say you met, you say you found her
See I dont go for the chick
Thats always got on heels
Busy body, cant stay still
Like she on wheels
Dont get me wrong
Baby gurl know how to put on
But her demeanor and style remind you she grown
and her aura just remind you of home
You know, those eyes you can trust
Like windows to her soul
Just feel right, put you right in that mode
Relaxed, laid back
I can just be myself
Staying up late to cupcake
Frontin
for nothin
Scared to say what I wanna say cus, how she gon respond to that?
If i say all jokes aside, frontin aside from that
To be with you is to have my cake and eat it too and you're the icing on top of that...
Tell her she sexy but I'd rather be beside her than behind her
But I got your back
or simply said, you feel like home sweet home.
When I see her picture I hear saxophones
Her ringtone is a love song
My high heel short skirt tshirt Taylor Swift
tailor made... baby gurl, we a perfect fit
And she dont need you to buy her a whole lot
Just keep things real dont hold out
Just tell her how you feel instead of roll out
and we can save all the drama for the soap ops
I tell her i'ma need a lady when I go out
Then turn into a freak when the do' lock
cause these college girls act like robots
and these hoodrats look like they smoke rocks
lol
But I just want someone to share a nice. Quiet. Evening with, you know?
No elaborate tv date shit
Baby gurl know how to appreciate shit
simple things turn her on
like the smell of my cologne
just like how I come on
Just right and not too strong
and once its on
It just feels so right
To the left, that beyonce song
Just sounds so mother. fuckin. Wrong.
I aint gone, uh-uh, nowhere, come on
girl aint no place like home
Home is where the heart is.
The good place i was in when we met
A nice face don't mean much
But her grin seemed to welcome me in
Her words, comfortable, familiar
Like an old friend
But she got a glow,
A radiance that surrounds her
and seems to warm the area around her
The one you dont say you met, you say you found her
See I dont go for the chick
Thats always got on heels
Busy body, cant stay still
Like she on wheels
Dont get me wrong
Baby gurl know how to put on
But her demeanor and style remind you she grown
and her aura just remind you of home
You know, those eyes you can trust
Like windows to her soul
Just feel right, put you right in that mode
Relaxed, laid back
I can just be myself
Staying up late to cupcake
Frontin
for nothin
Scared to say what I wanna say cus, how she gon respond to that?
If i say all jokes aside, frontin aside from that
To be with you is to have my cake and eat it too and you're the icing on top of that...
Tell her she sexy but I'd rather be beside her than behind her
But I got your back
or simply said, you feel like home sweet home.
When I see her picture I hear saxophones
Her ringtone is a love song
My high heel short skirt tshirt Taylor Swift
tailor made... baby gurl, we a perfect fit
And she dont need you to buy her a whole lot
Just keep things real dont hold out
Just tell her how you feel instead of roll out
and we can save all the drama for the soap ops
I tell her i'ma need a lady when I go out
Then turn into a freak when the do' lock
cause these college girls act like robots
and these hoodrats look like they smoke rocks
lol
But I just want someone to share a nice. Quiet. Evening with, you know?
No elaborate tv date shit
Baby gurl know how to appreciate shit
simple things turn her on
like the smell of my cologne
just like how I come on
Just right and not too strong
and once its on
It just feels so right
To the left, that beyonce song
Just sounds so mother. fuckin. Wrong.
I aint gone, uh-uh, nowhere, come on
girl aint no place like home
Home is where the heart is.
Stream of Consciousness #9
WOW, only 9. I have been slipping. Well, I tried to type a poem into here called War on the Moon not too long ago, but I couldn't think of NOTHING for that so I just gave it up. (i was trying to go off two random facebook suggestions about something to write) Anyway, I guess I have been soul searching for the past month. Some stuff that I didn't even want to explore openly so I chose not to write it up here. But I'm back on top of things now. About to start a new job. Just wrote two new poems. I guess I'll add those up here today. One them I actually just wrote today and I haven't even edited it yet so i guess I'll do that when I type it into the blog.
So, well, I just feel like writing this. I think too much. SERIOUSLY. I look into things too deeply pretty much 200 percent of the time. But... I feel like thats my strongest asset too. So I'm not sure how to correct it. Its more than just a gift and a curse. See, me, being all poetic, I look at my life as like the longest poem ever written. My Odyssey, my Iliad. I'm the epic hero in the poem, obviously. So this thinking too much thing, falling into form, is my super-human strength and my tragic flaw. (pride might be one of those flaw things too, lol) At any rate, I think it is what allows me to write as well as I do, but I think it hinders me from just making something happen sometimes. I'm so critical of my every move. I have so many affirmations and pep talks for myself, but I tend to allow myself to give up because I overthink things and decide they aren't the best move...
Same thing with girls. WOW. I dont even wanna get started on that. I have no girlfriend right now, but I want one. I'm the type of guy to have one. And only one. But now I gotta have like 5 just to fulfill the role of one because I cant find the right one. I cant find that one that feels like home.
Wow, shameless cheesy intro
But its true.
Check out this next poem, it'll be above this one. The one called "Home Sweet"
So, well, I just feel like writing this. I think too much. SERIOUSLY. I look into things too deeply pretty much 200 percent of the time. But... I feel like thats my strongest asset too. So I'm not sure how to correct it. Its more than just a gift and a curse. See, me, being all poetic, I look at my life as like the longest poem ever written. My Odyssey, my Iliad. I'm the epic hero in the poem, obviously. So this thinking too much thing, falling into form, is my super-human strength and my tragic flaw. (pride might be one of those flaw things too, lol) At any rate, I think it is what allows me to write as well as I do, but I think it hinders me from just making something happen sometimes. I'm so critical of my every move. I have so many affirmations and pep talks for myself, but I tend to allow myself to give up because I overthink things and decide they aren't the best move...
Same thing with girls. WOW. I dont even wanna get started on that. I have no girlfriend right now, but I want one. I'm the type of guy to have one. And only one. But now I gotta have like 5 just to fulfill the role of one because I cant find the right one. I cant find that one that feels like home.
Wow, shameless cheesy intro
But its true.
Check out this next poem, it'll be above this one. The one called "Home Sweet"
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