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I am he – We are you


I heard what you had to say yesterday

the pain felt anger

condemning those who seek to control the outcome

conveyance of blatant murder

they say the flavor of death has been seasoned

by we who sprinkle tweaks

in audibles of failed reason

claiming it’s ok when we

let

lo-jacking our young

start

hi-jacking our minds

we begin to start killing our kind

silently

postponing thoughts of saving countless lives

loosing them to the streets whether it be black on black crime

or mishandled weapons of mass destructions

still we choose when to yell bloody murder

ouija

are you with me

there’s bound to be plenty of fruitful nights

lying ahead just around the bend

over there…

yes, and right here

look in your backyards

because while we lay sleep-dormant to the fight

I am still him

and we are still you

lost ones dying in the light

caught in the crosshairs of an uneven life

pitted within the mixture of matchbox realities

and hand grenades

who stands witnesses to those cocktail bombs thrown

at hollowed tree’s and burning crosses

lives hanging in the balance

triggers pulled as chaos runs through the night

maybe we are scared of the fight

too numb to find a way to deliver proper justice

in the hour when no one is looking

I never thought death

a natural happening

would attack before its scheduled time

an unbecoming enemy considering the inevitable

what becomes of…

I am him and we are you

when it causes me to keep check of my neck and shoulders

when it scares the innocent to be stopped by those blue marching soldiers

I understand the notion of those who think we dont know about the countless others

but we do

ill-advised experiences have shown me to save myself so I can write the plight

of unforgotten memories in remembrance of you

me

we

at the end of the day we dont need things to be televised

this type of…

well hell

lets just say it happens everyday

and why who is the blame

who should feel ashamed

we continue to let it happen

I use to think it was a choice of lifestyle that caused us not to speak

but its plain to see

theres to many dangers in standing up

when murderers are allowed to roam free

we are afraid and held captive by our own mental trappings

so today will remain to be like yesterday

our past, present and future are written

Miss America-petty thoughts

are we about knowledge or about change

American pain.

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Only If….


The Curse of the Gifted 
didn’t want to lie
fabricate emotion or meanings
only wanted, hoped, and pleaded for the real thing
Changing, 
we all grow and learn
everyday limited passion
replaced with fond memories 
learned experiences 
becoming a better self
 
The price of having a voice
sharing past, present, and future truth,
slinging words, feelings, and innovative ideas
for active thoughts-definitive action
 
proposals of loyalty
tithes for the silence of lovers 
satisfying gratuity
leveling the plateau 
leaking escape from the mold 
of ones perfect circle
 
Gifted are those who place the true
value of one as one
and cursed are those who recognize
the jagged edge to their perfect circle
consuming the need of change
 
When all one ever wanted
was one plus one to be two
enjoying the fork in the road
of that rollercoaster journey.
 
yet we trap our own intentions
with the overpowering curse of possession
fighting the war against puppetry, self, and
expectation
 
the curse of the gifted always stares back
at you in undying mirrors.

Experience


I ponder
words you speak
bathe and soak-in
emotions that breathe
conceptions misconception
the miseducation of feelings rite
like a flower blossoming in favor
of summer reign
I depend on you
like soil
to seasons change
hoping that you return
replenishing again
yet again
I beg 
Lord forgive me for I am weak
give me the strength 
to find what I seek
my days are long and my will 
lies asleep-weak
failure results- getting lost-in
achievements feats
I have big dreams but I’m tired of
my speech
when will I allow myself to be free
Ideals are nothing without drive
to complete
compete
mind over matter 
I sharpen skills
the outer shell is 
strengthened
however direction lost
like lost clouds storming over
natures fields-it owns but
can’t predict
the outcome of its acts
 forever wrapped in the
evolution of earth
oceans rolling tide could be 
the strongest force
yet still and calm
unlike birth
I search for serenity’s 
reflection of treasure
angels
in search of skills 
that permits one to be fruitful and happy
giving all to love
love that depends on
surrendering souls
I have faith in turnaround
and patiently wait
but if only I find the missing element
that will begin my 
exhale
my cries pray out to all whom listen
my tithes are tears wrapped in offerings
seeds yet to be planted
in this life or the next
I only wish to provide
for my family-the world
and those wandering
consuming eyes
 
 

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