Poetic Injustice

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Way to paradise

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Newspaper Ad

Ad- Man seeking woman that’s independent, strong, attractive kids or no kids, grandchildren and must know how to win a man. That was the ad in my paper that’s in my mind and you answered with this response;

Ad- woman seeking a man that loves children first! A man who can love and sweep me off my feet! A man who is not afraid of a woman who is independent! A man who is not afraid to take the lead! A man who knows what it feels like to be in love and not the fact that you are in love with the fact of being in love. A man who makes me feel like everyday it gives me another reason to grab my phone and wait for a call.

I responded;

Ad- I am that man you speak of. I am that man who loves children. I am that man who will make you heart yearn for me. I am that man if I lead, follow me, if I hesitate push me, if I cross you let me go because loyalty is everything, death before dishonor. I am that man who brings love not hate,who brings love not pain, who brings pleasure not shame. The man who you see has less to lose and more to gain.

You responded;

I am a woman who don’t come that often in a lifetime. I am a woman who will show you how to love and that’s not a bad thing. I would show you trust and to love mentally. I am that woman whose children and grandchildren made you come alive all over again. I am that woman you can count on. I am that woman who has your back. I am that woman who will bring your wall down if it is up. I am that woman who will hold your deepest secrets with my life and love and make you understand that finance is good but romance is greater. The woman who makes you understand that your heart beats different when its love inside. I am that woman!

I got the paper today and seen that ad and I wrote a new ad;

Ad-Whoever or wherever you are, come to me, let’s meet, let me see your face, let me see your smile, let me listen to your voice, let me look into your eyes and see your truth , your pain, your good, your bad, your happy, your sad. Light, light, let me see your dreams so I can wake you up. Just let me in the front door, the back door, the middle or end’ Let me be your man, lover, consloler or friend. Let me be the food you take in, let me read your thoughts, let me get in the race because I want to begin.

So our ad reached other and I received one more ad;

My number is ***-***- ****

Call today, call tonight, call when you can, because I can’t lose.

Do you know why? You are the one, I am determined to win!!

Heart Felt and Spoken,

Man-Man

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Pure Woman

Within the quintessence of your soul
Lies the very thing that
Touches the core of the coldest heart
Its embrace within your presence
Glows from your aura
It even shows through your
Daring enchanting’ eyes
In your voice it can be heard….
Seen in your smile
It is the magnetism of your
Strength which draws
Beauty to your soul
That’s adore much
So my fair lady know that
You possess a strong spirit
The reason why you are
Pure woman!!!

Sean H.B
Copyright © 2010

Building for tomorrow

If this is life, I am not living it

Too much pain, sadness, alone, I just ain’t feeling it

Bad choices I made ‘em, the debt I’m paying it

Still I find peace in the concrete and steel

Can’t take my joy or my love because it’s real

Real in the friends I see each day

Real in my family, they’re here to stay

Real cause I know we’re finally arrived

The hand of the free and home of the brave?

Life behind bars cause I wouldn’t behave

A statue called liberty is a fraud to me

She’s lying through her teeth, a land of poverty

Poverty of faith, hope and love

Poverty in trust and all the above

Happiness found in a small child’s smile

Happiness in freedom through I took awhile

Happiness in a hug, an embrace from friend

Pastoring life, renewing liberty, happiness being a friend of a friend

Michael P

True Words

Love is something I was knew was true

I always let it pass me by until I met you

Appreciation was not part of my life

Your husband took you for granted now he lost his wife

I opened your heart and operated on your soul

You made me understand it takes two halfs to make you whole

The whole point I am trying to make

I want to be with you mentally, spiritually and sexually for goodness sake

So if you want to this pleasure and not pain

Get with me and you best to believe I will make it rain

Man-Man

Five (5) Minutes

Five minutes until yesterday.

Five minutes from tomorrow.

Standing five whole minutes from happiness and sorrow.

The future lies in the past some say and when tomorrow becomes yesterday

We’ll be caught forever in today wishing we were still five minutes away.

Saying good-bye is hard to say, when forever is only five minutes away. Five minutes ago we had a choice.

But we took a chance and lost our voice.

In only five minutes life changed my view.

What was old, now is new

Like five minutes before clock out time.

As a chill creeps down my spine.

When a mere five minutes ago you were thinking how far you’d go.

You should what can happen in five minutes flow.

Five minutes more to contemplate might have changed my fate.

Consider what your gain would be.

Five minutes from eternity.

How long five minutes really last before the future becomes the past.

Dannise

Pillow Talk With a Revolutionary

Radio lights and equalizing flashes lights the room

Perhaps you can get stolen glimpses

Of mahogany toned-redden skin intangled

Like thorny sticker- brower bushes

Between sweat dampened sheets

As honey dew and lavender scented candles flicker….

As heaving chest and deep breathing subdues

She whispers “ I love you” while writing my name with her fingers in my Sweaty chest hairs

With light finger tips, I gently trace the contour of her indigenous hillside bottom

All the way down

Barely brushing her not so sweet spot behind her knees and answer

“That’s cool to love me, but be in love with the struggle“…..

Giving me flashbacks of a middle school teenage attitude

She purses up the prettiest lips

And roll those almond shape deep oak colored eyes

While repositioning herself

Further-deeper into my arm pit and rib cage

Suddenly, no longer a name in my chest hairs

But a sharp finger jabbing pain in my side

With the warm faint smell of cognac and kush

With hints of cinnamon spice exhales

Her languages suggests she didn't like my response....

Irritatingly amused, but equally annoyed at the

Rememberance and the actual attempt of her

School girl attitude

And since 80% of language is non-verbal

I deliberately cross my hands behind my head

Interlacing my fingers and uncoiled our

Legs so mines could cross

Body language accomplished....

Not even secondsafter she reads into my sign

She sinks deeper into her "around the way Homegirl"

Posture

Sucking her teeth and scowling up that seconds ago

Beautiful face

Her attemot at setting off into motion

That classical played out ghetto scene in full throttle now

Her next words are perfunctionary I know

Almost mandatory in the scene she acts out

"Boy, I hate you sometimes, you make me sick"

And snatches the once shared sheet as she rolls

Up into her emotional knot on her

Other side....

In a not to distant past

I would've given her what she wanted

And performed any characters part to the T

But nah, I am GODBODY now

That is the enactment of God's body of words and

Wisdom

And though when you 're dealing with the symboloical

Rib of man

Inflared passions thatsnatural is hard to suppress

But God is real

So I do what I does and demonstrate Godlyness

I lead.....

Taking single moments that feel like an eternity

To plot out my course of action

Spurred on by goshes of wind

That seems endless as the summer nights rain

Is ever present in our shared afrodisiac

Which seemingly arranged this love making session

The timing comes off right

Because speakers gingerly belts out the tunes and

Melody of

"Break Up to Make Up"

Followed by the words...

Silently I thank God, as I smile

Recognzing the irony and timing of this song

In my best baritoned voice

I softly sing the chorus

Not to her

And really not to me

But rather to the mood and atmosphere

It's crazy, because

Right beneath the music I hear her

And imagine tears staining the canvas I love to

Look at

Understanding perfectly well

That her scene has played its course

Now she is back to raw vulnerability of her

Honest feelings

She feels as if they are out there

By themselves on a single limb.....

I say her name

No response

I reach under her sheet and stroke her rib side

She flinches as my touch re-adjustens to her skin

Electricity

Pure estactic at that moments touch

The elasticity of manly function

Takes place as I position myself to spooning behind her

Feeling the need to just touch and grab hold

I know someone in heaven is smiling

Because the timing is right again as the song "For the Love That I Give to You"

Chimes in and almost as a whisper

She backs her warmth up against my warmth

And says "hold me"

I nestle us under the sheets and the pillows and talk

Slowly dragging my words

Between kisses at the nape of her neck

Behind her ears

It takes effort , but even at the top of her spine I reach

Her genetical need to want to know

Ask me " How come I can't lover her the way she

Loves me " and " Why can't I commit"?

She barely gets the last words out

Before she sighs "ooooh" from my palms embrace

of her nipples

I tell her "I love her more than she will ever know or understand

"But why?'

She can't complete the thought

As I can feel tht goose bumps on her skin flare up

From my hand quickly trailing down to tease the nerve endings

of her clit

"But why what"

I whisper as I slide one then two

Fingers into her Nile Valley

The touch seems to soothe her

As I can almost feel the pressure release out of

Her body as my chest is to her back

"But why can't you put me first"? She finally gets out

Knowing that she got her inquiry out

She stops massaging my leg

She now reaches between hers

To grab and sensually stroke my Afriken walking stick

I squeeze her and tell her

"Your not playing fair"

I can feel her smile while saying "what'?

Cupping her leg apart with my hand

She knows my intentions

She guides me inside her Heaven

With a slight thrust from the hip

I feel complete

Whole almost

A perfect fit

With neither of us rushing

And no intent on stopping

We both give slight gyrating grinds

I answer her

"You ask me that question because you don't understand me"

She wants to detatch her mind from her body

I can feel it

But I won't allow her

I continue

"Baby, you can't base our love or relationship off of some

Shit out there"

She trys to to speak but I cut her off

"I need you to understand I am a man with a cause,

A purpose, unfortunately I am not afforded

The luxury of time to waste just to be

Lesiure

When we first met you was attracted to my

Cause to change, to appease your desire

For quality time

The only quality time we can have together is the

Time we spend engulfed in the movement

She pleads

"But baby why"? "It's so many things I

Want to do. So many experiences we

Be missing because your not here.

I feel like you don't love me".

I told her, I said

"Baby I love you deeply but I love the

Struggle more.....

Me inside her and

She enveloping me

Neither thirsting the chase for climax

But both pleading

For the other to not under

But over-stand

With no more music in the background

The rain completely stopped

candles finally flickered out

Just me and my love

Intertwined

Enjoying each other

Not knowing how to proceed

Questioning if we should proceed

A void in time

An abscence of every other thing in mind

Just a fragment of a night spent

A piece of the conversation

Pillow Talk With A Revolutionary.....

Diata