Poetic Injustice

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

Sunday, August 21, 2011

The Polarizing School Kids

“Shane the pain that snorts cocaine,”

A popular phrase with the school kids.

Too young too realize the power in words,

They sliced and diced my emotional core.

How did they know my parents delight?

Why did they think I snorted cocaine?

They cut to my core with their words of hate.

They made me feel stupid and worthless.

I needed their friendship oh so bad,

Yet only received their words of hate.

They brushed me aside as a waste of space,

A kid whose parents didn't even love him.

Anything they knew that different from them,

They used as weapons to crush me.

Like a military bombardment,

They fired their missiles of hate

And dropped their bombs of detest.

I ran to escape their blasts of ridicule;

They pushed me away, so I withdrew.

I never quite knew in which way to go

Yet I knew that scene I wanted to leave.

I just wanted friends and to be accepted;

But in elementary school,

That was too much to ask.

Shane P

Throughout Time

As I sit here and put pen to paper

Lets take a trip throughout time

While I put thoughts to past events in this struggle of mine

Thinking about how Howard Bay told me to think ten years behind

As my future and past slowly begin to intertwine

I wish I could rewind time to catch my son from falling

At nights its hard to sleep cause it feels as if he's calling

Dashawn Kaleel C I dedicate this poem to you

To Amia and Keira C my love forever remain true

Throughout time I realized the streets was never my home

My home lies with my family

Those I neglected and left alone

When the past becomes the future

You begin to understand the streets are the streets

And, family is family

But morals and principles make the man

It wasn't about morals and principles to me in the past

It was about money and clothes and cars and guns

Not knowing how long it would lost to live by the gun die by the gun

Was our only morals

And, yes I did say ours which makes this plural

I had two other brothers – one was killed, and the other was given life

If I could rewind time and do things right

We could all be riding in a lexus through the night

I would hug and kiss Dashawn to show him I love him

For my babies Amia and Keira their mother, my mother

We would take a cruise somewhere just enjoying life

Instead I'm sitting here bleeding through the pen

Waiting to reclaim life and start again

But in my heart I know it will be okay

Because the one and true God offered me life

And, a new day!

Dannise C

What is LoVe

Love is a very strong word...

Love is when you show true loyalty to each other

The man who is happy in love is the one who is racked by passion

For one whom he can keep loving forever

Perfect love would be if destiny forgot the two lovers

While they were enjoying each other

The least that the lover can desire of the loved one is to win her esteem,

Her attention to approach her – not daring to expect more

True love is when desire grows as time is spent together

In conversation and interest is shown by one to another.

Love is when a lover may wish from the loved one to take her in his arms when he desires her.

Tyron R

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

I am not offered the luxury of time

Not offered the luxury to shine

Sub-prime; I’m blinded by the grind that swallows my attempt at ordinary

At normalcy

My attempts at trying to be average

Wish I had the opportunity

To be full of childish leisure

Opportunity to change gratifying pleasures

But rather my smile of amusement is seized with crippling

Seizure of remembrance

Stifling images of impasses

From clad demonstrative shouts

Of me and neglect

I am past the point of reflecting

I am at the point of reflexing

Suggesting that the “isms”

Of the world be the reason

That the world scowls at my image of unfocused potential

Unwrapped talent

Dormant possibilities

Unleashed

I am feeling like I'm running a 100 years dash

500 years behind the gun shot of go...

I sneer at the misnomer

I conveniently hear the sabotaging forces say,

They got you calling life is the game

Got you relating it to chess moves

But I am figuring life

to be more like war

feel like a soldier

a warrior

I can feel Senegalese

and Zulu warriors blood

flowing through my veins

I don't know about you

pimpin but I'm engaged

In intellectual warfare...

I know damn well that

Ain't shit about war fare

Got you intensely attentive

To sensuous bigoted

Acts of defenseless and

Submissive thoughts

They got you on the 5 year

Lay away plan

Laying away 5 years of income

While they are in think

Tanks 5 miles under the

Sum total of your thoughts... (pause)

I am not afforded the luxury of time

Not afforded the luxury to shine

I'm to busy engaged in

Intellectual warfare

Diata

Monday, August 1, 2011

I C U

It's not simple to move

An inch in my shoes

Soothed by the crude knowledge

Of the despicable truth

Few pay homage

To those who

"ROAR their LOVE for UNITY"

You and me

Are not the same

See I'm stained

By your shadow

While your eyes

Absord every movemment I'm making

Takin' into consideration

My enemies take in this information

And when confronted

And abundance of explanations

Suddenly summons

Without hesitation

So, tell me

Cuz it seems to me that you seem

To tell everyone

Everything else

That you see

And what is seen

By my enemies

Means that you've seemed

To lean on their side

Of the beam.

I bet you weighed your options

And said, "maybe I should watch him"

The problem is

I gotta problem with

Fools who watch me

And what you do not see

Is an observer merged

In the distance

Witnessing you

Watching me

And what I believe about watchers

Is your only watching

To ease freely

Thru the seams

Of our struggle

You will bleed in this struggle

I will bleed for my people

Blood will be shed...

HOTEP!

RAP

What goes around comes around

I can't believe I let myself slip like this

I forgot to shut and lock the window

I had opened it earlier because it was stuffy

And, I needed some fresh air.

Now look at me, I am a victim of burgurly.

Someone actually came into my house and robbed me.

I would have never thought in a million years this would happen to me

I like my house in order

Things are everywhere now

All of the place.

There goes a box of pictures of all the women I dated

They are scattered everywhere.

I had forgot about few of them, anyway.

The police aren't going to do anything

They are probobaly saying "my dumbass should have closed the window."

What's crazy is that I know who did it.

I called my mom and told her about it.

She quickly reminded me of what goes around, comes around

Suddendly, I remembed all of the houses I robbed.

I didn't know any better though

It was the cook thing to do then, all of my friends did it

I couldn't get caught being in a house and not robbing it

I really did take much,

I just has [sic] the place.

Now, I know how it feels

And, it hurts bad!

Wakeel

Saturday, July 30, 2011

No Mother, No Father

The absense of love from my fleshly creators

Leaves a void consuming my soul.

I grasp for love...connection...a bond;

The things I see other kids enjoy.

I long to utter the words, "Mom, Dad;"

But to my mother and father,

Not to imposters!

I yearn for the love of my fleshly creators;

To be held, to be listened to, to be loved...

To know two people exist

That will do anything for me.

But those two people do not exist

I have no one...

No one willing to sacrifice it all for me.

No one listens to me or hears my cries.

I have no parents to hear my thoughts...

To know my needs...

I can only whisper the words,

"Mom, Dad"

To the created images in my mind;

But only when no one's around to hear me.

Only in my imagination

Can I talk to my fleshly creators...

Because I have no mother or father,

My father's not here,

And my mother's long gone.

Shane P