With whats going on in the news lately I thought it appropriate to read some poetry. Went back and started reading some old stuff. realize that sometimes we judge but if we look at our own lives we would find more similarities than differences. That we essentially become the result of our experiences, whatever they are.

THE QUESTION
What are our differences if I honor you in my own tradition, I send you roses and trinkets that make you smile and say nothing of my honor, what are our differences?

Hair you say, eyes you cry, class you shout, money you inform, skin you attest

Capability you affirm, education you speak, blood you insist

For if my hair is not as your brother from where did yours come

And my eyes you say are not divine and skin seems such a petty argument as you know I had no choice, capability I must concede as your current accomplishment shows that you are much more capable than me, which brings me to the condition which you claim is my state, the question of class

Which of us do you feel is of a higher class, simply because you mention Income then I will have to respond taxation, government, laws, and unskilled labor Yes we blame it whatever it is we shall call it by its very name

The thing that is Oppression, difference of form Form, of which form do you speak What are our differences, except what we know we have in common?

 

SOW

If you take a see and put it in the ground what flowers do you think will grow

Into bloom will be the very thing that you claim you don’t want the neighbors to see

Maybe the plant of life should I call the exterminator

If you take a see and put it into the ground what flowers do you think will grow

Front stage for all to see is the one thing that could bring you to your knees

Maybe a heavy conscience of guilt and fear it’s clear that we’ve cried some tears

If you take a seed and put it in the ground my friend there is a word for that deed you know, my friend what you do is sow

If you take a seed and put it into the ground what development do you think would take place?

My friend if you don’t water, nothing, but let’s say you do, well a flower will appear

All delicate and new with buds closed and fragile

If you take a seed and put it in the ground what development do you think would take?

Place.  Grasping by the neck it is ripped for its bed and tossed into a cold dark shed never to praise the sun

If you take a seed and put it in the ground my friend what you do is sow

And when you’ve ripped that flower from the ground there is a name for that too you know, but that word I speak of could cause you to end up down below

So when you take a see and put it in the ground there’s a word for that did ya know

And that word my friend is sow, so try to understand that when you take a see and put it in the ground my friend what you do is sow

 

SMOKING

Tired of smoking

Tired of being smoked

Situation never changing

Never any life rearranging

Just puffing and chilling

Relaxing and willing

Tired of being smoked out

The epitome of blackness

Mysteriously maneuvering thought

The maze of mental war

Love of will cannot manifest

Details are necessary to execute the goal

Looking skyward, bound for what has been preached

Since years of young

Tired of smoking

Tired of being smoked out

Looking forward pray don’t look back

Why can’t I find my way get on track?

See I’ve been smoking and every day

Is the last one, but I always find myself

Holding a cigarette, pulling, inhaling

Drawing it all into me, fire disease, death

Breathing, living may be too hard for me

But i’m tired of smoking and tired of

Being smoked out

 

DESTINY OF MANKIND

Could we be so on the wrong track, how do we pull the youth back?

Toward civilization toward prayer and meditation toward respect for self and love for others, to honoring our fathers and our mothers

 

Is it that we don’t want what is right, for we keep feeding the evil appetite and self hate and corruption?

Drug dealers what are you doing where is your conscience,

You say you hate the man that it’s because of him that you do what you do

But do you understand the body count do the science and look around

Dead black men and women and your known enemy is your closest friend

 

Could we be son on the wrong track that there is no way to pull mankind back from the brink of self extinction, eyes focused on revelations while cries for free will are ignored?

By those who quickly get bored with today’s creation, and seek ways of control by new inventions

Those who try to readjust god’s intensions all this nothing but an illusion

Adding to the confusion making people feel secure in a world soon to be no more

 

THE WEB

It began with a smile and how do you do, with the words I used to date someone who looked just like you . A twinkle in the eyes staring deep in my soul as I stepped into a web hundreds of years old.  A man tall handsome sweet with sex appeal who sang my song of praise as kisses he would steal, deceiving my heart altering my reality, as I stepped in a web spun by him for me.  To me he was the essence of real beauty, black, sexy with a sense of identity.  Passionate in love and the war for humanity.

But why did he target me, was it because I made it so easy, Following the urge to love you freely experimenting with our chemistry.  Taking all of you into me, Oh what a tangled web you weave, I was a woman of the world but so naïve.  Exactly what was it that I believed, that you would love me eternally, That we would live happily and expand our current family.

 No these were all just fantasies, but I expected honesty in your words to me.  The only way to determine our destiny why I was drawn to you and you to me. How could you tell such a lie after presenting the image of a conscious guy?Deny the wife with whom you took vow, deny the sanctity of your love, Spitting in the face of the lord god above

This has really hurt me emotionally; I had never been with a married man you see.  Will I burn in hell for committing adultery?  I must accept this as my responsibility; I saw the ring I knew it was there.  But I never looked close I guess out of fear, I asked the question and believed what I wanted to hear, the answers were your silky thread released from your lip with care.  Did you ever want love from me, or just something that was given so free?  Because you have found the mate for your soul so dealing with me what is your goal.

What is this love your profess for me and is it because I am a novelty, Who will share the rest of your life; technically it should be your wife.  She too seems caught in the lies; she has probably heard all your alibis.  Never knowing where the truth appears, dealing with her own insecurities and fears Holding your false image dear making sure your web does not break, For her and the children’s sake.                                        

And now like her I am too am trapped, in your web I am the rat.  Who was tempted and drawn by the aroma of cheese, but regrets the first bite and wishes to be set free.  Will cupid grant that wish to me or am I shackled by Aphrodite and your web a consequence of me being me?

 Maybe you don’t even care for this is your usual affair, maybe its best to disappear.  And act like what we had was never there, I don’t want to build on lies and I don’t want to say goodbye. So in the web I dangle each day and hope that you will see, that spinning a web of lies to trap ladies is no way for a man to be.

 

FEAR

No one said it was petal of roses this I do agree

But why does life always seem to save the thorns for me

Tragedy adversity, no happiness you see

 

Everyday new ideas not going anywhere

Crippled by insecurity, self doubt and fear

Words of encouragement I simply cannot hear

 

Scared of taking chances of falling in a hole

Setting up challenges but scared to accomplish the goal

Scared to turn left scared to turn right, scared to wake up in the morning and scared to

Go to bed at night

 

Scared of getting answers to the questions that I ask

Scared of my inaction and that someone will beat me to the task

And scared of doing work for which there is glory in to bask

 

Someone said do not fear for fear is thyne enemy,

But I say to that dear fool that fear has been a friend to me

For I have been here for centuries and fear has been my loyal company