I cannot change what is already behind me
Or manipulate what lies ahead
What I can do is hope to make the right choices
And pray that Allah guides me to the straight path
For it is the way too paradise
Wakeel
Copyright © 2010
Saturday, November 27, 2010
Humble
I listen twice as much as I speak
Taking in others knowledge….
I am not weak…but strong...
Strong enough to admit…
I sure as hell don’t know it all…
Yet strong enough to know…
I’m no fool waitin’ to fall…
But I still ask for help.
I am very meek in my demeanor;
I am not weak…but strong..
Strong enough to admit..
I’m gentle and don’t like to argue…
Yet strong enough to know…
I can stand up if I have to..
But I continue in my meekness…
I bow in awe before life’s grandness;
I am not weak…but strong..
Strong enough to admit…
I cannot outshine another…
Yet strong enough to know…
I can shine as bright as any other…
But I let others shine.
See…
It’s not about self-glorification…
It’s about lifting up a nation.
It’s not about superiority…
It’s about bowing…
Before humanity…
I am humble.
Shane P
Copyright © 2010
Breaking the cycle
Son of a father who
Never hug me
Never said, son I love you
Yeah, you taught me how to pitch
And all the basic of baseball
But still I can recall
The day you were getting high
Right in front of my face
Must have thought I was
Asleep but I wasn’t
Witnessing every sniff of the
Powder every hale of the
Cigarette you took witnessing
Your every intoxicating moment
Killing yourself with the poison
Which turned you in to a zombie
And a stranger to your children
Now a man – father, I fully
Understand the ills of society
Burden on you that
Emasculated you mentally
Debilitated you emotional
I see that this begun before you
Not knowing how to express your love
Because it wasn’t express
To you
From drugs to hail
I did the same as you
As a child
Now grown I can see then
How I was affected
From the neglecting of your love
As a child
Where does this cycle ends
As a fatherless child?
Sean H.B
Copyright © 2010
Friday, November 26, 2010
WHEN DREAMS FALL
When Dreams Fall
From the cliffs of eternity
It’s people like you
That carries them spiritually
It is people like you
That breathes life where it’s lost
With the unbiased LUV
That delivers without cause
When Dreams Fall
From the cliffs of eternity
It is you, your compassion
Your kindness… sincerity
That spills poetry like water
On the deserts of my soul
You bring warmth like the sun
Whenever life becomes cold
When Dreams Fall
From the cliffs of eternity
I know you’re there fighting
To revive them
Preventing an
INJUST Calamity
Rap
Copyright © 2010
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Liberty of Death
Born entrapment of poverty
Pain
Suffering thru the long days
And thru the hell of
The nights
Still a man of
Pride and principles
Standing fearless fighting
Against the odds
Can you see my scars
Feel my hunger, my rage
For the freedom of living
Of my life is priceless
Yet taken for granted
The liberty of my death
Should be celebrated
For the life I live
Trying
To make it.
Sean H.B
Copyright © 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Mama Dear
Many hours many hours
Yet time stands still
A milestone has been set
Year after year
To understand life is
To understand death
One can't be without the other
That you can bet
The circle of life will forever be felt
The gateway to creation
Is your way to help
I thank you for the comfort of your warm
Inner being
Just you and me together
Damn, what a dream
Many hours many hours
Yet time stands till
A milestone has been set
Now I'm here
To you I owe a lot
I am forever grateful
That's without a doubt
In life and death
You will always get
Your prop's
Many hours many
Yet time stands still
A milestone has been set
now you are here
You are the most
Beautiful thing
That came from God mouth
Be and it is
And here you are
Teaching a nation
To rise and never fall
Many hours many hours
Yet time stands still
A milestone has been set
Now I'm here
Thanks for given me
Life
I love you
Mama Dear
To my mother and friend: Sarah E.B
Wayne B.B
Copyright © 2010
The Realization of Death and Eternity
Where is he? Where did he go?
Dad is gone but to where I don’t know.
They say he is dead, but what is death!?!
Decayed in a world without one’s breath!?!
He must come back, his role is due!
Without my dad, I’m done, I’m through!
What does it mean to not exist?
“He will come back,” my thoughts insist.
He knows I need him, he shall return –
God forbid the opposite I learn!
God forbid my thoughts be false!
God forbid he has no pulse!
They make it clear…
He’s dead, he’s gone – never to return!
OH MY GOD, how the truth does burn!
I must reach him in this land of death;
I’m compelled to expel my final breath.
Upon the toilet I take my stance,
I grab the chord – this is my chance.
Like in the movies, I make a noose
To ensure it tightens, I tie it loose.
I take my step closer to Dad…
I want it back, what I briefly had…
I have no fear….
Shane P
Copyright © 2010
Show some love
The bang-bang theory is prevalent today
Body count rising, in shallow grave they say.
Countless young men, no sense of purpose
Rampant crime, totally remorseless
Hatred, mistrust, fences need to mend.
Discuss, pontificate, elucidate on end
Sale words is all, no one would bend.
Missing the forest to concerned with the trees
Strain out a gnat but swallow a camel!!
Who has an ear to really listen?
Truth be told, love is missing!!
Conscious we say?? Our ancestors are weeping
Our demise is calling tenuously creeping
Who has an ear to really listen??
Truth be told, love is missing!!
Today is a new day “together, we can!!”
With love as the foundation, we can heal the Lord.
Michael P
Copyright © 2010
Awakening in the mist of false friends
Opening my eyes, I see many faces -
All the support I should ever need.
Yet when the sky begiuns to darken
And droplets of rain begin to fall,
I see some of the far-off faces
Turn and begin to fade in the distance
The wind gusts with a shuddering chill,
We tighten together, searching for warmth,
I see less faces the tighter we get;
The outer circle falls away.
I see less faces, but love the few.
Clouds start launching hail at our heads...
Many more scatter to save themselves.
The circle of faces shrinks even more.
Standing firm in the storm of life's haze,
I see the few faces standing strong;
The faces with me during lonely nights,
Sharing in laughs and drugs (our ideas of love).
These were the faces I knew would be there,
No matter what the storm would bring.
But then it happened ... the lightening struck.
The ground shook with a ferocious shudder!
I searched around, but saw no faces -
Alone I stood....consumed by the storm
Shane P
Copyright © 2010
Thursday, November 4, 2010
They Don't Like Us
We broke the rulez, ya know
we did what "they" said
we were not allowed to do
we laughed -
we cried -
we thought
we explored universal knowledge
resulting with a missive
written when U-N-I- verse
we planted seeds
and cultuvated the foundation
of a taboo relationship
we expressed feelings of emotions
that we never knew
we could emotionally express
we took
2 steps to the left
we took
2 steps to the right
we hopped
2 times then cha cha'd
yeah we cha cha'd ya'll
we kris - crossed
just in the nick of time
for my sweet aunt
to ketch my words
Ann - a never let go
Ann - a never forget
We laughed -
we cried -
we thought -
we did what "they" said
we were not allowed to do,
we broke the rulzes....
....ya know?
Rap
Copyright © 2010
Now, I can cry
Living with no remorse
of immoral acts
having a heart with no feeling
of who has hurt in the process
there is no worries
no happiness - no smiles
for those past immoral acts
there no apologies
for my thoughts
and no time for sympathy
concering hows one feeling
As I'd laid with the roses
the thorns beneath
had no effect
as I'd walked the surface
of broken glass
barefooted
a tear yet, I shed to regret
and through the years
still there no sorrow.
But, now I can cry
Yes, now I can cry.....
Sean H.B
Copyright © 2010
Don't
Sarah beautifully articulates in this poem all the "don'ts" and then some that we were warned about. It is truly sad that more than anything the social stigma attached to incarceration starts right from the penal system itself which draws a thick wall between "them" and "us". - halima
Don't sit too close.
Don't let them manipulate you.
Don't get too emotionally attached because you won't be seeing them.
Don't wear clothes that will make you appealing to them.
Don't open your heart to them,
Don't forget any second they could rape, assault or kill you.
DOn't ask what they're in here for.
Don't hug them on your way out.
Don't meet there gaze when you're walking past them.
Don't write or correspond when you leave here.
Don't talk to them in the hall.
Don't forget any second they could rape, assault or kill you.
Don't develop any feelings for them.
Don't mail letters out to their families.
Don't relay any messages.
Don't let them take the lead in the conversation and talk too much about themselves.
Don't show any emotions when they share their stories.
Don't sympathize with them.
Don't forget any second they could rape, assault or kill you.
What they forgot to warn me about the most of all was
Don't take their knowledge, passion, life's experiences, education, vulnerability and daring to bare their souls.
Don't take the info shared here back to the streets to educate the up and coming youth.
Don't take their empowerment and respect they showed me without having to rely on half exposed breasts and jeans two sizes too small.
They forgot to tell me don't go back and share with the world that we haven't lost our men, GOD was merely giving them break.
Shit....just as I was about to go a little deeper.....I heard that nagging voice remind me....
Don't forget any second they could rape, assault or kill you.
Sarah Motley
Copyright © 2010
Dedicated
If I could literally put my life in your hands
I would give myself to you as a gift
As my vows as a token of appreciation to you
Your happiness would be my only wish……
The only tears you will shed would be tears of joy
Never of hurt nor pain.
I would attend your every need
You have my full attention with no strain….
I am your warrior- your Conan- your He-Man
Your ultimate fighter,
Your crutch-your ankle brace-your warm bed
And soft pillow when you’re tired……
I am your friend-your companion-your partner
Your dude-your significant other and spouse,
I will be the reason for your laughter-your giggles and all the many smiles
That will form your mouth……
I love you like I love life
And I hope you conceive the picture I painted.
You are stuck with me like a birth mark forever
Because I am completely dedicated……Yurs!
Hosea
Copyright © 2010
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