Poetic Injustice: 2011

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Poem of the Week # 3 What is Love?

Love seems to be a reoccurring theme
But I dare anyone – anyone to explain to me exactly what it means
Can it be touched, felt, smelt?
Does love have a taste – a face?
If so, what does love taste like
What color are its eyes
Brown, blue, green
If you screamed its name
At the top of your lungs
Would love come
Would it run
Does love have wings, residing amongst the clouds?
Or can it be found in the pages and fables
And if so in books, would I be wrong
To say that love, indeed, has its price
Does love dream
And if so, does it dream of you – maybe me
Wait….does love hate?
Yeah, does love hate?

Christian H
Copyright © 2010

Poem of the Week # 2 Refugee

They told me
That terrible things happen
But good always outways evil
That love always prevails
And no matter what
Everything is gonna be alright
They told me not to worry
They told me
They are only doing what they were told
For the protectionj of our culture
That certain sacrifices must be made
In order for our people to survive
That certain individuals have betrayed us
And they must be dealt with, accordingly
Things will be said and done
And diabolical acts of justice
Must be enforced
To ensure the prosperity of our nation
But not to worry,
Everything's gonna work out
They told me everything is going to be alright
It was just part of life
They told me
That my father's opinions
Poisoned the roots of our system
That his venomous tongue
Was too sharp for children
So they chopped it off
Like the truth to his innocense
Then without reason
Pertaining to me personally
They kidnapped my father
After he just cooked dinner for me and sister
They took him before they could even take his dignity
And I haven't seen him since then
They told me
That man was not your father
They, they took me
Placed a weapon in my hand
And told me
That the purpose of life
Was to life it
That everyone over their
The same color skin
The same kind of hair
The same eyes, lips and
Everything in between
Will enslave my soul
The minute I give them
Room to breathe
They told me
That blood has the sweet taste of honey
And power taste even better
Murder was the path they gave me to achieve Nirvana
They told me
I was a leader of my people
The same people I've witnessed then rape
With a twinkle in their eye
Like annihilation was a part of my life
They told me
That was a part of life
So, I ran
I ran until my lungs exploded in agony
I ran until my legs disagreed with my spine
And took off by themselves
I ran until I lost their eyes, their voice, and my mind
I ran until I was found
By the woman who manifested my existence
And the other 1/2 of my destiny
My mother and my sister
Now I hear someone telling me
Everything is going to be alright (again)
They are telling me
That safety lies beyond the seas
Without any strings attached
They are telling us
Don't worry, don't worry, don't worry
Be patient and you will soon be there
In paradise
Well, we got here
And they are telling me
The exact same thing
They told me back home....
The world is beautiful
Blood has the sweet taste of honey
And power taste even better

Peace

Rap
Copyright © 2010

Poem of the Week # 1 Imagine that

In the concrete and steel, who would have thought,
A rose would spring forth, such value, such worth.
Cast out, but not forgotten,
Root were formed though the soil was rotten
A rose would spring forth
Such value, such worth
Rampant mistrust and dreams deferred
Still hope was alive and love nurtured
The rose sprang forth, radiant and alive
A few thrones here and there, but it was destined to survive
A rose sprang forth in the concrete and steel
Value and worth and beauty surreal

Michael P
Copyright © 2010

Sowing the Seed of Ruination

The carrier of life's

Preoccupation with the world

Has snatched her away

From the ultimate role.

The origin of life

Becomes smudged with toxins,

Inflicting the unarmed

With a habitual need.

Disease infuses

Expanding gray matter,

Permeating the being

Of the soul unknown.

As poisonous provisions

Are cut by separation,

A victimized being

Withdrawals in the world.

On the borderline of

An internal silence,

Strangers' Innovations

Regenerate the inner pulse.

Shane P

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Secrets

Let me find out that

You really do care about people,

that you know the meaning of

faith, hope and love

let me find out that you cry tears

of remorse, regret and that kindness

is not just an appropriate emotion for lames,

but a real expression of friendship.

Let me find out that MOM's SON is really

a sucker for the underdog, a shoulder to lean on

I knew it all along but I never dared to

share the information, to much was at stake,

the legend of Timmie Poole, aka, Big Boy

Who to a select few was really lucky all the time

A paradox, a contradiction in terms, a friend

Who sticks closer than a brother

the truth is finally revealed

In actuality, Big Boy is,...............Momma's Boy!!

Michael P

Epitaph

New Jack City is what he said,

I didn't understand.

Thirty (30) years later, it's a state of mind.

Getting rich, leaving principles behind.

Money and dames, all part of the game

Call it like you see it, they all were lames.

Love the blind? You pay a price

30 to life sure ain't nice.

New Jack City, a mind set you see

Hustling, getting DOE, "How it used to be."

Prisons are full of dudes from set,

Parole denied, no not yet!!

You clap and enjoy, yell, "kill the pigs."

Truth be toild, the dude was a rat....

New Jack City to Boyz in the Hood,

Black drama depicted, but few who really understood.

Sons and daughters, absentee fathers,

Holding it down, it really don't matter.

Smell the coffee, it's getting late

Death don't have an expiration date.

Bend over, spread 'em, ain't you tired,

Justice is blind, don't even try her.

Too anxious to fail, let impatience rule,

Your headstone will read, "Here lies a Fool!!!"

Michael P

The Refined Aggression

Coming forth from an unknown depth,

From a pit of deprivation and emptiness,

Raw material for this steel emerged...

It contained elements of love...and hate.

Being forged through the fires of many hells,

The flames infused anger, mistrust, and...

Aggression, into a force of destruction.

This destructiveness was not alone....

Inherent was the trio of happiness,

Trust, and peace – elements of life.

Within this cold steel a battle waged,

Good elements versus bad elements.

But the refining fires of Hades

Raged to destroy what it saw as impurities...

Happiness...trust...peace...life

It became the sword of refined aggression...

A destructive weapon began its reign.

Beneath its sheath, it laid in wait...

For instigation or cause to act -

Then it would strike.

Thoughtlessly justified in its transgression,

It was too furious to feel remorse.

Ironically, this way of life increased its needs...

To be held...to be useful...to be loved...

Shane P

Success

I've been walking down this road

So long,

When I look at my side

All of my friends are gone

Still got my head in the sky

Success on my mind

Nothing gonna stop me

From getting where I'm going

Wakeel

Nothing Without You

Without the horizon
Would the sun ever set?
Without the seasons of isolation
would a rose ever breathe?
Without the joy of living
Would we ever live?
Without the harmony of Freedom
Would we ever sing?
Without the beauty of poetry
Would we ever write?
What would we write?
"I Luv you"?
"You Luv I"?
"We Luv..."?

Without Luv
Would "WE" have any meaning?
Without I
Would "You" have any meaning?
Without You
Would "I" have any meaning?

Luv would mean nothing without you...
We are nothing without Luv...
I am nothing without You.

RAP
Copyright © 2011

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Drifting to the Welcoming Crowd

With warm smiles and welcoming arms,

I was lured into the welcoming crowd.

It is in their eyes, I see understanding;

Understanding og me, my past, my life.

In their expression, I recognize my pain;

Suffering I thought only I endured.

They seem like me to their inner core,

Not like the kids from earlier years.

My past experiences they seem to welcome

My traumas they hold dear to their heart.

My search for acceptance is over.

I begin to create my own identity,

In the welcoming crowd where I fit in.

We fight with those who make fun of us,

And do what we think our parents would do.

We live on assumptions and know we are right;

We have found the life that met our impulsive needs...

The friends and faces and wild places.

Fighting',fuckin',and getting' high...

The life we wanted 'til the day we die!

Oh so many come and go,

As often and free as the breeze,

They always stop to share a smile

With just the slightest ease.

Shane P

Rise

Bury beneath the earth

With my eyes

Piercing the sky

Seeking

The destination

Of my destiny

Seems externally to obtain

For the comfort

Of my soul

In journey

Seeking salvation

All trials and tribulations

Embracing each root

Climbing to reach the surface

Thru all obstacles

There I stood

Tall as ever

There I stood

Overseeing the valleys

Of my struggles

I grew forth from with

The burden of the world upon

My back

Still – I was able

To rise

Yes! Still I was able

To rise

Stronger than ever

I rise

Stronger than ever

I rise!!!

Sean H.B

Cosby Kid

It was the eviction notices,

The kicks with holes in 'em

Only three outfits and chicks were noticing 'em

The streets offered me love, how could I say no to it

I became somebody quick

And was so proud of it,

Started to feel like a Cosby Kid.

Wakeel

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Haikus from Mike Perry

Build a prayer,

from a prison cell,

the depth of love,

I know so well.

Momma said, no not yet

to a whispered regret.

In shallow minds words erode,

small packaged dreams seldom

EXPLODED.

Touch a memory

back space erase

10 to 30, what a waste.

Helpers Who Need the Help

Puzzle masters in their own right,

They piece together fractured minds;

Years of schooling prepared them for this -

To sift through the scattered pieces;

Yet some fail to sift through my own.

Their imperfections and frailties,

Uncollected and corrupted pieces,

Become known through unscrupulous acts;

Acts that have befallen me,

Leaving my mind even more fragmented.

Instead of helping me collect my pieces,

They've scattered my pieces even more;

I was strewn about and incomplete

How could they have taken this role...?

The role of decency they couldn't even fulfill!!!

Mortally wounded by a role abused,

I was unable to receive the help I needed;

Unable to display a completed puzzle,

The empty spaces were filled with madness;

Madness that went forth into the world....

Shane P

The Abusive Hands of Neglect

Beating hands thunderously smack

Against the flesh of a newborn;

It seems any chance he'll surely lack

Emerging in a body that's war torn.

Born into this he was cursed to be;

It seems no blessings he'd ever see.

Before one year, he's inched to death;

He'd almost breath his last breath.

Internal blood gushed around

Inside the battered baby;

His psyche issues were abound,

Seizing hold of the baby.

Born into this he was cursed to be;

It seems no blessings he'd ever see.

Before one year, he's inched to death;

He'd almost breath his last breath.

Returning to where he first saw light,

He's once again with strangers.

Their gifted hands made him right,

But couldn't keep him from dangers.

Born into this he was cursed to be;

It seems no blessing he'd ever see.

Before one year, he's inched to death;

He'd almost breath his last breath.

Shane P

What is man?

Is the most propose questions ever asked

So... who is he

To be respectful of

To be honored, admired – loved

Look upon as

Husbands, fathers

Brothers & friends

TO be provider, teacher, the protector

Of the garden

Is he to be just

Charitable, benevolent

Consistent with being sincere while

Upholding the dignity

Of his very existence

Is it we ( you & I)

Who actually exemplify the qualification of man

Hmmm... I ponder

As we allow ourselves to be dictated

By our uncontrolled passions

So blindly we are

Obsessed with our image

For we're so self – conscious

Are we not vain

Caught up in an illusion – the game

Cee, Its all a game we play

Seeking the glory, its fame

Living an pernicious life

Driven by greed

You know, a condition we fantasize for

The power, the wealth and the conquest of her

Yes! Beautiful her

“The World”

Queen of humanity

Though we abused, mistreat

As if she isn't the mother of we

Mother of man

So who is man?

That neglect the moment of defining self

for we masquerade out inner feelings

Ignoring the voice within

Such foolish pride

Believing the man don't

Cry tears nor should be sensitive

Damn!!!

We're so out of touch with self

The actions of our soul

Misguided of the lack of knowledge we

Possess of self

Know man was created in the light of Greatness

Created King the Thinker

Sustainer of his fate

Yes! Man is

To be respectful, honorable, dependable

Modest

Honest to himself & others

Man has integrity, dignity

He's trustworthy of his innate duty

Purpose – goals & aspirations

Man is phenomenal

Inspirational one

Who encourage the best in others

He is triumphant in his actions

Persistent, passionate

Fuel by persevering' thru life

Continuous struggles

Yes! Man is

Steadfast in his belief

Stand firm in his faith...

“This is Man”---

Sean H.B

Fireplace in my heart

I wanted you to know

That your portrait hangs over

The fireplace in my heart

I go there often

When you're not around

I sit and I stare at the

Beauty of your heavenly design

I love it there

I feel a warm and secure comfort

In these timeless moments

Hours may pass by

And I will never even notice.

Wakeel

Monday, August 22, 2011

2nd Chances

In the life we life, it will seem

2nd chances only comes seldom

A blessing that's rarely noticeable

From an delusional perspective

When accustom to a life

Living with no hope

Suffocated by fear

Provoke by anger

While regulated by unexpressed

Feelings – Pain & Rage

Suffering thru the pressures

Of the life styles we've chosen

Addicted to the fast lane

Enticed by its affinity

The wild fantasies of money, power, respect

All we pursuit

In drug dealing, murder & mayhem

Its the motivation

Succumbing to all temptations

Numbing the pain

Blowing weed, popping pills

Driking lac

Whatever it takes

To escape ------------------ Reality

With the belief : life is a curse

As if we were born

Not to make it

Not to excel

So is it right!!

Perpetuating a destructive path

Negating the fact

There will come a time

Blinded no more

By the veil covering our vision

Now, we can envision with grand

Hope by the possibilities to activate

The greatness submerge

Deep within -----Self

For if our thoughts

Don't have purpose

Than our purpose is thoughtless

To properly planning

A persistent positive path

Leading to our destiny

While diverting from a life of prediction

Sean H.B