Monday, September 24, 2012

Residuals




At birth life handed me options 
To come out with significance or an expiration date

At three life again gave me an option
To live with decay or throw it away
With heaven aide it seems like the past played with the strings of destiny 

Destroying everything that made me 
From my cousin in the closet
About being a compulsive fire starter 
Until she started a fire in the closet she hid in
To my eldest brother walking out on my mother when my father beat her
Leaving a feeble girl as our family protector

God then developed a sense of humor
Because the same man that constantly threatened to kill her
if she leaves him;
developed symptoms that told him his time would soon expire 
The effective aide, AIDS have 
A family cured of a monster while it spread one amongst us
This irony killed the hierarchy 

Time passed and so did everything around me 
I was standing still and witnessed everyone fall about me 

Then someone woke me and spoke one day I'd live to rule
As long as I paid attention to rules
Though nothing comes easy 
I traveled from orphanage to home 
And back numerous times
Ridiculed for belonging to no one
I fostered a hatred as a foster child
Self-control created an uncommunicative mind state 
a cynical self-absorbed hate  

My self-hatred inflated 
Preservation deflated 
I learn to run 
And hide
I learn to live outside,
And inside my mind

I became the ruler of my world 
And broke all the rules I was forced to follow
I took to the night 
Because light was to heavy to swallow
I tried to drown the sorrow
I guess the water was to shallow

……
Then a blessing was born in fallow 
emotions swarmed me;
To much to bottle.
I now speak with a different tune
however at times revert to the old melody 

… my cup of tea, this is what keeps me until morning, writing.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

Home Cooked




When the selfishness subsides
I am a willing man who only wish for my soul to rise
A mans man
But still I cry
Each tear for a defendants descendant  of the civil rights 
No cries come out just questions
Know the life lived isn't right
Wonder if they forgot what was fought so hard for
I waited a decade for my voice to become that of a renagade
A reconnaissance plan to rise up and retake mans…
brain.
The pain in our mothers eyes...
daily
as she rewatch her sons die
The mannerism is gangster
Manifestation: danger
For the daughters; which turn our future generations futile



The hardships of a partnership
With faith
I work greatly to create the mental space for his grace
He holds a vast place in my arteries
Specifically the main ventricle 
I treat hymns as instrumentals
Living along the lines of to many coincidentals
Its hard to steer clear
 when where I from…..
[                              ]
 its important to watch what creeps up in the peripherals. 
I'm from an area where love is scarcely spread and the language of trust is difficult 

I'm 22 statistically the (neighbor)hood should of swallowed me by now

Remembering not drinking at fountains,
 where water had NO COLORED ALLOWED signs around 

When violence is vibrant to the conscious it is uncommon to not yeild the pen but consequences created verbal artist

We, "writers"……...
 realized ink is the most powerful instrument way before Dr. King, Malcolm or Medgar
Inadvertently, inscribing the histories 
sprang mysteries of what if's
Planting,
Laying seeds in the mind 
I now realize why you can only become legend after you die. 


Saturday, September 8, 2012

First Flight




Emotional boarders
Irrational separation rollercoasters
Trust issues hoarded upon ones shoulders
Dried up spring creeks
Time after time the weaker tends to weep
Heartbreaker
Heartless undertaker
Monsters
Nothing worse than us