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Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
First Baby Poem...
Creation: The Beginning…
I heard your heart beat for the first time
and my soul smiled all the way to my eyes
All the worry and sadness floated away
Replaced by wonderment and surprise
Appreciation for this miracle growing inside
A gift of life envisioned and by grace created by God
Holding my breath so I could take it all in
Seems my own heart stopped for a bit
As tears welled up I smiled wide
And breathed in deep
Falling in love with this beautiful creation inside of me
I heard your heart beat for the first time
and my soul smiled all the way to my eyes
All the worry and sadness floated away
Replaced by wonderment and surprise
Appreciation for this miracle growing inside
A gift of life envisioned and by grace created by God
Holding my breath so I could take it all in
Seems my own heart stopped for a bit
As tears welled up I smiled wide
And breathed in deep
Falling in love with this beautiful creation inside of me
Monday, November 23, 2009
The "Peace" To My Puzzle
There is a “PEACE” to my puzzle that I’m missing…I’m incomplete!
So I retreat to that quiet place where God and I used to meet
Because my faith has been tested and I need to pray.
There’s no way to get around it so I seek His face.
I close my eyes and I visualize me at His feet,
Bowed down and as humble as I could ever be.
I repent of my sins to make sure my slate is clean.
I know He’s the bread of life, but I feel like my plate is clean.
I need directions to where I’m going before I stray too far.
Its been a while since the last time I prayed to God
I’ve backslid to a point where I’m filled with guilt
So I need to strengthen the bond that He and I have built
“Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil!” Now I am free to take a breath.
“He lovingly leads me beside the still waters.
He restoreth my soul”, along with His sons and daughters.
“He annoints my head with oil. My cup overflows
Surely goodness and love will follow me,” So, I go where He goes
I will take shelter in arms whenever there’s bad weather
“And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever” and ever.
AMEN!!!
Scriptural excerpts taken from Psalms 23:1-6
Sunday, November 22, 2009
Invisible
You don’t see me, my skin is the color of dark clay and then at times like the black, rich soil we buy in bags at Lowes,
You know what I mean
the good earth, it can grow anything on any day.
And yet, I’m not worth your stare, your cursory glance…
Won’t you swing around at the risk of whiplash to catch one look at me…?
Would you take that chance?
I think not because you just don’t see
I go invisible before your eyes.
Slowly, I am disintegrating into nothingness.
you are destroying me, erasing me by not choosing me.
I am your mother, the darkest one, but not your wife, nor your child.
If I am not you, then who will I be?
If you don’t love me, then who will,
My black brother ……to you,
I am invisible.
You know what I mean
the good earth, it can grow anything on any day.
And yet, I’m not worth your stare, your cursory glance…
Won’t you swing around at the risk of whiplash to catch one look at me…?
Would you take that chance?
I think not because you just don’t see
I go invisible before your eyes.
Slowly, I am disintegrating into nothingness.
you are destroying me, erasing me by not choosing me.
I am your mother, the darkest one, but not your wife, nor your child.
If I am not you, then who will I be?
If you don’t love me, then who will,
My black brother ……to you,
I am invisible.
Monday, November 9, 2009
Pick and Roll: Don't Hate The Game excerpt
If you are not a reader of my personal blog, The Rich House, you may not know that I was recently included in a new publication entitled "Don't Hate The Game."
I instantly became a fan of some of the included authors as I enjoyed reading the book from cover to cover. However, I realize that readers have come to expect a good review and that sometimes the completed work doesn't live up to the expectation. So I figured a sample would serve you better. I'll even go a step further and be honest by saying that I enjoyed several of the other stories more than my own. I said it on my blog, but it's worth repeating - there are some talented brothers compiled among those pages.
So without further ado, here is an excerpt of Rich Fitzgerald's "Pick and Roll."
You can continue reading "Pick and Roll" and other great stories by African American male authors by picking up a copy of "Don't Hate The Game." It is available online at Amazon.com (click on image to purchase a copy)
I instantly became a fan of some of the included authors as I enjoyed reading the book from cover to cover. However, I realize that readers have come to expect a good review and that sometimes the completed work doesn't live up to the expectation. So I figured a sample would serve you better. I'll even go a step further and be honest by saying that I enjoyed several of the other stories more than my own. I said it on my blog, but it's worth repeating - there are some talented brothers compiled among those pages.
So without further ado, here is an excerpt of Rich Fitzgerald's "Pick and Roll."
Chapter 1
King of the Hardwood
King of the Hardwood
Even ugly men had dreams. That was not said to be funny, but in an attempt to understand the effects the pursuit of success can have on a man - and not just any man, but in particular Clyde Vernon Steele. While most men realize the need to employ a skill, acquire knowledge, incorporate a sense of style, and to otherwise approach obstacles with the face of a champion, sometimes that just isn’t enough. Sometimes a man feels like he needs something else. An edge. The inside track. The ability to keep himself on top at all costs. This is the street Coach Steele lived on. Thrived on. Made the rules for. It was the street by which he had no map for getting off.
Every urban center has its thoroughfares that pulse with activity. Atlanta has Campbellton Road, Chicago has Cottage Grove, Los Angeles has Slauson, and St. Louis has Natural Bridge. These streets either welcome you with open arms or they let you know in an instant that you don’t belong. Natural Bridge loved Clyde Steele. He knew it too, and the feeling was mutual.
It was beautiful outdoors. The breath of spring had finally managed to force winter’s dark covering off the city’s horizon to reveal a welcoming aquamarine skyline. Trees were extending their foliage to meet the nutritious rays of sun as the tulip bulbs began peeking out of the earth and the yearly offering of mulch lay scattered on nearby commercial property islands. It seemed as if the change of seasons was occurring just in time for the city to receive the autocade of sparkling chrome kissed luxury vehicles.
Clyde took a moment to adjust his tie while the procession of cars heading north on Kingshighway Boulevard approached Natural Bridge Avenue. Then, as if on cue, he inhaled a full breath and the sides of his face curled into a smile. Ordinarily the man’s composure was reminiscent of his surname, but today was different. Today his plank teeth spanned the entirety of his broad face while his commanding arms paid homage to the parade spectators crowded in the nearby Church’s Chicken and White Castle parking lots. It was not quite lunchtime; however, the smell of food emanated throughout the air. People were packed to the edges of the street shouting Clyde’s name as his car passed. Others threw up their index finger to signify their feelings.
“What a great day for a parade,” Clyde thought.
The cream colored convertible S-Class carrying Coach Steele and his special guest, newly hired St. Louis Public School Superintendent Jonathon Harvey, made the right turn onto Natural Bridge. The car rolled slowly as the two men received the horde of admirers lining the miles of asphalt. On a day like today, no one was concerned with the debris collecting along the curbs, the freeze burnt weeds sticking out of the sidewalks or the empty buildings that formerly housed thriving businesses. The presence of people celebrating had momentarily managed to wash the blight from view. Mothers smiled, fathers nodded knowingly, and kids yelled as the crowd of fans continued to show their appreciation for the W. E. B. Dubois High Warriors basketball team. Clyde and Company had just returned from Kansas City after having routed the competition to win their third State Championship in a row, bringing Coach Steele’s championship total to seven. This celebration honoring their performance was the perfect catalyst for freeing the natives of their cabin fever. Signs touting communal sentiments stretched for miles.
We love you Coach Clyde!; Warriors Run This Mutha!; Warrior Pride!; Ring the Bell, The BUTLER is Now Serving; and The Warriors COOKed the State GOOSE, were just a few of the various written displays of affection.
The latter signs paid homage to Warrior players, Kevin Butler and Tayvion Cook while also taking jabs at their State rival Bobby “Goose” Pritchard. Bobby Pritchard attended Robert E. Lee High School in Poplar Bluff, MO. Poplar Bluff was near what was known as the “boot heel” part of the state. It was called “boot heel”, rightly so, for two reasons. One, that area of the state resembled the heel of a boot when looked at on a map and two, “boot heel” was the perfect description for an area known for its predominantly good ole’ boy population.
On the eve of the big game, Goose went on record saying that he was guaranteeing a win for him and his teammates. This wasn’t especially problematic except this was the same Bobby Pritchard who after losing to the Warriors the previous year publicly proclaimed, “Ain’t nothing special ‘bout them porch monkeys. If the refs hadn’t cheated, we’d be champions and not them.” That untimely outburst earned him a three game suspension.
Despite Goose having to sit out the start of the new season, he and his fellow Generals made it back to the State championships once again to face the Warriors. They played a close and physical game right into half time. Five minutes into the third period the Generals realized that Goose had written them a check they couldn’t cash. By the time the final seconds ticked off the clock, the Warriors had held Goose to twelve points with no points scored in the fourth quarter. This was a major feat considering Goose led the State in 3-Point shooting and total points scored the year before. To make matters worse, Warrior phenom, freshman guard, Tayvion Cook lit the Generals up for 33 points while picking up 10 boards and garnering 11 assists. Kevin Butler, the center for the Warriors, added five blocks and a couple alley-oop power dunks to the final equation to help lead the Warriors in victory over the Generals – 87 to 56. It was a magnificent ending to a story book season and a perfect reason to celebrate.
The parade crowd was treated to an assortment of entertainment, and St. Louisans couldn’t have been happier. The city’s North side was fluid with animation as the Warrior’s drum line entertained the community with an ensemble of rocking beats and grooves. It was nearly impossible not to bob a head, pat a hand, or move a butt as the percussionists displayed their prowess. The Shriners, dressed in their signature hats and vests, weaved their go-carts in a variety of patterns, dazzling the crowd with their well-maneuvered formations. Dance troupes shook their shimmies and hula hooped their hips to the latest hip-hop music. Local corporations and civic organizations sponsored floats for the day’s events and provided crowd pleasers for the parade goers. Everyone, twenty organizations in all, worked their way eastward on Natural Bridge as Clyde and Jonathon talked business between swaying arms and cemented smiles.
Jonathon held the key to Clyde’s quest to become the undisputed King of the Hardwood. He had been waiting for the ideal moment since Jonathon’s appointment to make his move. Jonathon had a weakness he could exploit, and nothing was out of bounds. He wanted to be the District Athletic Administrator. The position would allow him to hide his past transgressions and ascend to greater levels of power.
“So, I hear the school board is giving Bobby Hall a problem surrounding the way he’s been spending the district’s athletic money,” Clyde said steering the conversation.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. Especially since this seems to be an escalating problem that won’t go away. So…,” Jonathon said tilting his head and raising a brow, “since you know Bobby better than I do, tell me, what’s the real deal?”
“As far as I know, Bobby is a stand up guy. He’s always supported my efforts to maintain a winning program. I don’t know if he has any questionable spending, but his problems didn’t start until this new board President got elected. She’s been out to get him since she came into power.”
“You’re kidding me. Not Carla Robinson. She seems like such a nice professional woman.”
“Professional, yeah,” Clyde said with a sly chuckle, “And nice…just ask Bobby Hall. The trip part is that Carla thought she was next in line to be Mrs. Hall, until Bobby divorced his wife in favor of another woman. He had been laying pipe to Carla for years.”
“Damn…for real!” Jonathon blurted, still waving to the crowd, “That’s cold.”
“Yeahhh. Word on the street is that Carla ran for the open board seat just so she could come up on some payback. Now she is board President,” Clyde said shaking his head. “That’s gonna be karma like a mother.”
“Wow! Sound like this could get ugly.”
“Well,” Clyde said shrugging and turning up his palms, “That depends on if you decide to intervene or not.”
“Hmm,” Jonathon mused. “I take it you have something in mind. You might as well make it plain.”
“Well…you could ask Bobby to step down and appoint a new District Athletic Administrator, with the understanding that your goal is to save the District from any embarrassment this issue might cause. The District has taken enough hits behind low test scores and school closings. We don’t need another scandal”
“You are right about that. So who might I be appointing as the new DAA?” Jonathon asks with a knowing expression on his face.
“Come on now, do I have to spell everything out for you. I’m sure you can think of somebody who the people really love,” Clyde said placing his hand on Jonathon’s knee, “us brothers have to stick together.”
Ж
Every urban center has its thoroughfares that pulse with activity. Atlanta has Campbellton Road, Chicago has Cottage Grove, Los Angeles has Slauson, and St. Louis has Natural Bridge. These streets either welcome you with open arms or they let you know in an instant that you don’t belong. Natural Bridge loved Clyde Steele. He knew it too, and the feeling was mutual.
It was beautiful outdoors. The breath of spring had finally managed to force winter’s dark covering off the city’s horizon to reveal a welcoming aquamarine skyline. Trees were extending their foliage to meet the nutritious rays of sun as the tulip bulbs began peeking out of the earth and the yearly offering of mulch lay scattered on nearby commercial property islands. It seemed as if the change of seasons was occurring just in time for the city to receive the autocade of sparkling chrome kissed luxury vehicles.
Clyde took a moment to adjust his tie while the procession of cars heading north on Kingshighway Boulevard approached Natural Bridge Avenue. Then, as if on cue, he inhaled a full breath and the sides of his face curled into a smile. Ordinarily the man’s composure was reminiscent of his surname, but today was different. Today his plank teeth spanned the entirety of his broad face while his commanding arms paid homage to the parade spectators crowded in the nearby Church’s Chicken and White Castle parking lots. It was not quite lunchtime; however, the smell of food emanated throughout the air. People were packed to the edges of the street shouting Clyde’s name as his car passed. Others threw up their index finger to signify their feelings.
“What a great day for a parade,” Clyde thought.
The cream colored convertible S-Class carrying Coach Steele and his special guest, newly hired St. Louis Public School Superintendent Jonathon Harvey, made the right turn onto Natural Bridge. The car rolled slowly as the two men received the horde of admirers lining the miles of asphalt. On a day like today, no one was concerned with the debris collecting along the curbs, the freeze burnt weeds sticking out of the sidewalks or the empty buildings that formerly housed thriving businesses. The presence of people celebrating had momentarily managed to wash the blight from view. Mothers smiled, fathers nodded knowingly, and kids yelled as the crowd of fans continued to show their appreciation for the W. E. B. Dubois High Warriors basketball team. Clyde and Company had just returned from Kansas City after having routed the competition to win their third State Championship in a row, bringing Coach Steele’s championship total to seven. This celebration honoring their performance was the perfect catalyst for freeing the natives of their cabin fever. Signs touting communal sentiments stretched for miles.
We love you Coach Clyde!; Warriors Run This Mutha!; Warrior Pride!; Ring the Bell, The BUTLER is Now Serving; and The Warriors COOKed the State GOOSE, were just a few of the various written displays of affection.
The latter signs paid homage to Warrior players, Kevin Butler and Tayvion Cook while also taking jabs at their State rival Bobby “Goose” Pritchard. Bobby Pritchard attended Robert E. Lee High School in Poplar Bluff, MO. Poplar Bluff was near what was known as the “boot heel” part of the state. It was called “boot heel”, rightly so, for two reasons. One, that area of the state resembled the heel of a boot when looked at on a map and two, “boot heel” was the perfect description for an area known for its predominantly good ole’ boy population.
On the eve of the big game, Goose went on record saying that he was guaranteeing a win for him and his teammates. This wasn’t especially problematic except this was the same Bobby Pritchard who after losing to the Warriors the previous year publicly proclaimed, “Ain’t nothing special ‘bout them porch monkeys. If the refs hadn’t cheated, we’d be champions and not them.” That untimely outburst earned him a three game suspension.
Despite Goose having to sit out the start of the new season, he and his fellow Generals made it back to the State championships once again to face the Warriors. They played a close and physical game right into half time. Five minutes into the third period the Generals realized that Goose had written them a check they couldn’t cash. By the time the final seconds ticked off the clock, the Warriors had held Goose to twelve points with no points scored in the fourth quarter. This was a major feat considering Goose led the State in 3-Point shooting and total points scored the year before. To make matters worse, Warrior phenom, freshman guard, Tayvion Cook lit the Generals up for 33 points while picking up 10 boards and garnering 11 assists. Kevin Butler, the center for the Warriors, added five blocks and a couple alley-oop power dunks to the final equation to help lead the Warriors in victory over the Generals – 87 to 56. It was a magnificent ending to a story book season and a perfect reason to celebrate.
The parade crowd was treated to an assortment of entertainment, and St. Louisans couldn’t have been happier. The city’s North side was fluid with animation as the Warrior’s drum line entertained the community with an ensemble of rocking beats and grooves. It was nearly impossible not to bob a head, pat a hand, or move a butt as the percussionists displayed their prowess. The Shriners, dressed in their signature hats and vests, weaved their go-carts in a variety of patterns, dazzling the crowd with their well-maneuvered formations. Dance troupes shook their shimmies and hula hooped their hips to the latest hip-hop music. Local corporations and civic organizations sponsored floats for the day’s events and provided crowd pleasers for the parade goers. Everyone, twenty organizations in all, worked their way eastward on Natural Bridge as Clyde and Jonathon talked business between swaying arms and cemented smiles.
Jonathon held the key to Clyde’s quest to become the undisputed King of the Hardwood. He had been waiting for the ideal moment since Jonathon’s appointment to make his move. Jonathon had a weakness he could exploit, and nothing was out of bounds. He wanted to be the District Athletic Administrator. The position would allow him to hide his past transgressions and ascend to greater levels of power.
“So, I hear the school board is giving Bobby Hall a problem surrounding the way he’s been spending the district’s athletic money,” Clyde said steering the conversation.
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about that. Especially since this seems to be an escalating problem that won’t go away. So…,” Jonathon said tilting his head and raising a brow, “since you know Bobby better than I do, tell me, what’s the real deal?”
“As far as I know, Bobby is a stand up guy. He’s always supported my efforts to maintain a winning program. I don’t know if he has any questionable spending, but his problems didn’t start until this new board President got elected. She’s been out to get him since she came into power.”
“You’re kidding me. Not Carla Robinson. She seems like such a nice professional woman.”
“Professional, yeah,” Clyde said with a sly chuckle, “And nice…just ask Bobby Hall. The trip part is that Carla thought she was next in line to be Mrs. Hall, until Bobby divorced his wife in favor of another woman. He had been laying pipe to Carla for years.”
“Damn…for real!” Jonathon blurted, still waving to the crowd, “That’s cold.”
“Yeahhh. Word on the street is that Carla ran for the open board seat just so she could come up on some payback. Now she is board President,” Clyde said shaking his head. “That’s gonna be karma like a mother.”
“Wow! Sound like this could get ugly.”
“Well,” Clyde said shrugging and turning up his palms, “That depends on if you decide to intervene or not.”
“Hmm,” Jonathon mused. “I take it you have something in mind. You might as well make it plain.”
“Well…you could ask Bobby to step down and appoint a new District Athletic Administrator, with the understanding that your goal is to save the District from any embarrassment this issue might cause. The District has taken enough hits behind low test scores and school closings. We don’t need another scandal”
“You are right about that. So who might I be appointing as the new DAA?” Jonathon asks with a knowing expression on his face.
“Come on now, do I have to spell everything out for you. I’m sure you can think of somebody who the people really love,” Clyde said placing his hand on Jonathon’s knee, “us brothers have to stick together.”
You can continue reading "Pick and Roll" and other great stories by African American male authors by picking up a copy of "Don't Hate The Game." It is available online at Amazon.com (click on image to purchase a copy)
Friday, November 6, 2009
Searching
you're out there searching
trying to find a jewel to behold
failing to see the treasure you already hold
in your restless search, your hands unfold
and i fall gracefully to the sand
only to be picked up by another hand
who exclaims with glee...i am gold
trying to find a jewel to behold
failing to see the treasure you already hold
in your restless search, your hands unfold
and i fall gracefully to the sand
only to be picked up by another hand
who exclaims with glee...i am gold
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
Awake
The tip of you jumps at my touch
The brush of my lips against velvet
Coat my tongue leaving notes of life
I nip your flesh and you shudder as
Heavy hands fist my hair. How many
Have known you so well
Tracing you carefully, sketching you from memory
Every curve, every dip
Is imprinted on my softest and strongest muscle...
The brush of my lips against velvet
Coat my tongue leaving notes of life
I nip your flesh and you shudder as
Heavy hands fist my hair. How many
Have known you so well
Tracing you carefully, sketching you from memory
Every curve, every dip
Is imprinted on my softest and strongest muscle...
Saturday, October 31, 2009
We Hope You Had a Safe Hallow's Eve!
May the remainder of your 2009 be filled with Prosperity, Quality Music & Plenty of Great Holiday Parties!
For the Party People who are into Novel Writing: November is NaNoWriMo! National Novel Writing Month.
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Friday, October 2, 2009
Well a HIPHOP & HAPPY 2nd Anniversary 2 US ALL @ BD2Write!
We cannot thank our contributors & readers enough for making this one of the HIPPEST SPOTS in the Blog-o-sphere for the SECOND YEAR! It all started with this invitation for bloggers to join in on our Blog-Party! We may have slowed our dance - but we continue to groove - thanks 2 U!
Click here for a li'l history behind BD2Write & 1st Anniversary Post!
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Saturday, September 19, 2009
SAY
So he says he wants to make love to my mind….
Take his time, feeding me images and words
Like fauna and flora, mental bursts of pleasure
I've come to treasure
Birthing new rhymes, a beat I can tap my feet to
Creating lullabies, I want to fall asleep to
Make love to my mind…Seep into my psyche, enticing me
He doesn't hesitate, never procrastinates, only regulates
His flow, smooth, like silk, sweet tender etchings
At my door, and I ain't gonna lie, I want more
I tremble and shake, trying not to wake, trying not to quake
Too soon,
But I can't hold, can't stop, won't stop
The orgasms of thought, birthing mad verse
Food for the universe…and me
His words
His words
Free me
He says he wants to make love to my mind….
And I'm thinking, yeah…one mo time!
Take his time, feeding me images and words
Like fauna and flora, mental bursts of pleasure
I've come to treasure
Birthing new rhymes, a beat I can tap my feet to
Creating lullabies, I want to fall asleep to
Make love to my mind…Seep into my psyche, enticing me
He doesn't hesitate, never procrastinates, only regulates
His flow, smooth, like silk, sweet tender etchings
At my door, and I ain't gonna lie, I want more
I tremble and shake, trying not to wake, trying not to quake
Too soon,
But I can't hold, can't stop, won't stop
The orgasms of thought, birthing mad verse
Food for the universe…and me
His words
His words
Free me
He says he wants to make love to my mind….
And I'm thinking, yeah…one mo time!
Monday, September 7, 2009
Reflections ... on Loss & Luv...
This year, 2009 has been filled with a great DEAL of loss: quite a few celebrities & public figures, some family members & blog/internet family. I tend to lead a solitary existence - sometimes I choose this isolation because I think it'll make it easier because I won't experience the pain of losing loved ones if I don't "have" loved ones. I'm discovering that even choosing to live life behind the electronic curtain does not protect the heart. When Nikki passed & I discovered I was actually disturbed by it I became frightened at the prospect of losing Blog/Internet "family" who I have actually developed a real life relationship with and truly grown close to.
At the same time, being the conundrum that I am, I love people and am quite a social being. I've finally re-opened my heart to Love on a variety of levels: self-love, friendships, romance, even reaffirming family connections. I'm learning that it's the LOSS of Love that hurts - not the actual LOVING of others. Life without Love - as the "cliche" goes: really is not worth living.
Reflections are a funny thing... I had no idea this post would lead me to the renewal of Love. But, I guess there is No Loss if there is No Love. Hmm, that's deep. I need to go reflect on that a bit more. Peace, Blessings & MUCH Luv 2 U!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Rest in Peace - 2 One of the most PASSIONATE bloggers EVER: Nikki Harris
Wow... I was shocked to learn from fellow blogger, DC that the ever feisty blogger, Nikki (blog-author of Indigo Trails) has passed onto "the other side". Brother Dyssturbed Mined shared the details of the cause of her death.
Thanx DC for the memorial service information. If you are a blogger in the ATL area - please attend, if possible:
Nikki Harris Memorial Service. Gregory B. Levett & Sons 4347 Flat Shoals Parkway Decatur, GA 30034 404-241-5656 12:30 p.m. to 2:00 p.m. Saturday, September 5, 2009
The image is courtesy of Nikki's facebook page.Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Sunday, August 9, 2009
On the Brink
Not yes and not no
Free and still kept
I'm not exactly sure yet...
Think I'm in love but there's no one there
I have to stop falling for invisible souls.
When they're tangible, the heartbreak becomes that much more real.
This disappointment shapes itself out.
I put an ugly face to a beautiful thing.
I'm on my tippy-toes reaching with anvils at my heels.
Some look from afar and assume I'm stretching my life across a plain.
Don't they know I'm on the brink?
I enjoyed a sunset once.
I tasted that night air and it licked me back like I were covered in pineapples.
I was in rapture until I woke up..upside down.
I'll mold that night into something definite
Until I can own up to my reality.
I get caught in between a stare that lasted too long and a heart that doesn't say my name.
He told me of words
I thought it would be a love letter, professing things hidden
But it was so random
I wanted to forget the words I read as I read them.
I bit my lip for getting so excited.
I'm so selfish.
I'm so caught in between everything.
In the thick of a gray area I swore never existed.
Not yes and not no.
Free and still kept.
An invisible man torments me with his loud and abrasive absence.
I'm always on the brink.
But its not my fault... and not yours either.
Free and still kept
I'm not exactly sure yet...
Think I'm in love but there's no one there
I have to stop falling for invisible souls.
When they're tangible, the heartbreak becomes that much more real.
This disappointment shapes itself out.
I put an ugly face to a beautiful thing.
I'm on my tippy-toes reaching with anvils at my heels.
Some look from afar and assume I'm stretching my life across a plain.
Don't they know I'm on the brink?
I enjoyed a sunset once.
I tasted that night air and it licked me back like I were covered in pineapples.
I was in rapture until I woke up..upside down.
I'll mold that night into something definite
Until I can own up to my reality.
I get caught in between a stare that lasted too long and a heart that doesn't say my name.
He told me of words
I thought it would be a love letter, professing things hidden
But it was so random
I wanted to forget the words I read as I read them.
I bit my lip for getting so excited.
I'm so selfish.
I'm so caught in between everything.
In the thick of a gray area I swore never existed.
Not yes and not no.
Free and still kept.
An invisible man torments me with his loud and abrasive absence.
I'm always on the brink.
But its not my fault... and not yours either.
Sunday, August 2, 2009
I'll let it go after this post...
I just had to post that the Memorial Service for Michael Jackson was so tasteful & beautifully done! And where Jermaine got the strength to sing at his own little brother's service only God knows! I love his version of this song!
Saturday, July 25, 2009
love dreams
love dreams
love dreams
i watch you
you awake me
and i could see you
i miss you
i miss seeing your face
and oh, i wonder my love
if you come back while i'll sleep
a song of your soul
lullaby in your voice
as you held me
and make me dream of my sweet loving dreams
now you watch me
kiss my forehead like an angel
but you fade yourself from me
from where i woke up
i see the sun at my window
my heart has full of love dreams
yet i'm not awake
i still see you watching me
holding me close
when i feel your breath upon my skin
i am awake in my own love dreams
i see you
you understood me
only in my love dreams....
<3
©2009 Kai C.
love dreams
i watch you
you awake me
and i could see you
i miss you
i miss seeing your face
and oh, i wonder my love
if you come back while i'll sleep
a song of your soul
lullaby in your voice
as you held me
and make me dream of my sweet loving dreams
now you watch me
kiss my forehead like an angel
but you fade yourself from me
from where i woke up
i see the sun at my window
my heart has full of love dreams
yet i'm not awake
i still see you watching me
holding me close
when i feel your breath upon my skin
i am awake in my own love dreams
i see you
you understood me
only in my love dreams....
<3
©2009 Kai C.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
i missed michael
R.I.P Michael Jackson
again for Michael,
you are
really are
a magical child
who wants to fly
and lives in Neverland
i know
in your brown eyes
i see sunbeams and stars twinkle
while
tears wets your sick skin
a shy magical child
inside your soul
i saw him
coming out of you
and searching for your childhood
through crowds of angry people
i know
and i’m sorry that you have to live this way
being misunderstood by ignorance
but Michael,
i understand where you are coming from
i understand
i must call you a soul-magical child
who flies in every beating heart
my lovely moonwalker in the sky
and you don’t need to prove your innocence
cos you’re innocent
like the eyes of a beautiful baby Jesus
you are a child
a magical child
in a grown man body
through out the years
i know you have suffer enough
this is why you’re never alone
cos there is also somebody who grew up
without a childhood
feeling your pain, your heart
and it kills me when strangers walked the streets
brainwashing by prejudice of wagging mouths
only to believe lies and hate
this magical child in you
has a heart
that is the biggest and wider
than the universe
nobody sees it
how big, how wide
there are thousands, thousands of rooms
inside your broken heart
i manage to get inside your different world
your lifestyle
and people don’t think
they judge
basically they judge God
cos God is a magical child
who creates you
and let extraordinary multiple gifts fall
out of His hands into your black soul
you used them onstage
beautifully..
so beautifully,
everyone cried
worshipping your precious arts
when you gave your all
i wonder if they called you that magical child
cos i am calling you your true name
a magical child
who never runs, never hides
he’s in your eyes
in your sick skin
i felt that magical child in you, Michael
the true colors of your rainbow
the voice of spoken word
i hear you
i feel you, my magical child
from far away
bringing such magic
to my soul
when i hear your music
your own heartsongs
just even warms my chills
yet you’re only a
magical child
magical Peter Pan
who change and heal the globe
caring for all children
in each race
who are lost and never was found
in this harsh world
you are that magical child
that lonely man in the mirror
nobody gets you
nobody gets your beautiful world
but i do
i read your history
i stretch out your roots
and it breaks my heart
to see you
swim in your own lonesome
but again Michael,
you are never alone
you still have people
who loves you
unconditionally
you’ve brought the most
magical child in all of us
and that’s why
i love you, mike
you’re that soulful little
magical dark child
who brings sparks to
my beating heart---
~
© Kai C.
again for Michael,
you are
really are
a magical child
who wants to fly
and lives in Neverland
i know
in your brown eyes
i see sunbeams and stars twinkle
while
tears wets your sick skin
a shy magical child
inside your soul
i saw him
coming out of you
and searching for your childhood
through crowds of angry people
i know
and i’m sorry that you have to live this way
being misunderstood by ignorance
but Michael,
i understand where you are coming from
i understand
i must call you a soul-magical child
who flies in every beating heart
my lovely moonwalker in the sky
and you don’t need to prove your innocence
cos you’re innocent
like the eyes of a beautiful baby Jesus
you are a child
a magical child
in a grown man body
through out the years
i know you have suffer enough
this is why you’re never alone
cos there is also somebody who grew up
without a childhood
feeling your pain, your heart
and it kills me when strangers walked the streets
brainwashing by prejudice of wagging mouths
only to believe lies and hate
this magical child in you
has a heart
that is the biggest and wider
than the universe
nobody sees it
how big, how wide
there are thousands, thousands of rooms
inside your broken heart
i manage to get inside your different world
your lifestyle
and people don’t think
they judge
basically they judge God
cos God is a magical child
who creates you
and let extraordinary multiple gifts fall
out of His hands into your black soul
you used them onstage
beautifully..
so beautifully,
everyone cried
worshipping your precious arts
when you gave your all
i wonder if they called you that magical child
cos i am calling you your true name
a magical child
who never runs, never hides
he’s in your eyes
in your sick skin
i felt that magical child in you, Michael
the true colors of your rainbow
the voice of spoken word
i hear you
i feel you, my magical child
from far away
bringing such magic
to my soul
when i hear your music
your own heartsongs
just even warms my chills
yet you’re only a
magical child
magical Peter Pan
who change and heal the globe
caring for all children
in each race
who are lost and never was found
in this harsh world
you are that magical child
that lonely man in the mirror
nobody gets you
nobody gets your beautiful world
but i do
i read your history
i stretch out your roots
and it breaks my heart
to see you
swim in your own lonesome
but again Michael,
you are never alone
you still have people
who loves you
unconditionally
you’ve brought the most
magical child in all of us
and that’s why
i love you, mike
you’re that soulful little
magical dark child
who brings sparks to
my beating heart---
~
© Kai C.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Say What U will - but there's NO denying....
This is the MOST famous individual AFTER Jesus! Name ONE other person who was as WORLD famous by the time they were ten years old. I don't think it's possible. Jesus died - left this earth at the age of 33. No human should have been this famous, especially not as young as he was... it is the reason he is so troubled, in my opinion (in addition to the stress & abuse he endured). U may not like him, but there is NO denying his WORLD wide fame and influence. Can U IMAGINE the F&%ery and general mayhem that will ensue when this MAN dies? If you have ever been lucky enough to see him live I hope you saved those ticket stubs &/or photos because they will be as valuable to your children and grandchildren as any of the best stocks on the market. And you can quote me on that;-).
**This was originally posted on 8/26/07 on my blog: CapCity's A~musing. And My originally chosen video has been removed from youtube - but this one serves the purpose:
Wow! Michael Jackson left this earthly realm The Day Before MY Earthly Father's 73rd B'EarthDay. This was originally posted August 26th, 2007 and MJ passed away June 25th, 2009. I have ALWAYZ loved your talents even if I never MET nor KNEW YOU, Michael. I am THANKFUL for the works that you have blessed this earth with!
**This was originally posted on 8/26/07 on my blog: CapCity's A~musing. And My originally chosen video has been removed from youtube - but this one serves the purpose:
Wow! Michael Jackson left this earthly realm The Day Before MY Earthly Father's 73rd B'EarthDay. This was originally posted August 26th, 2007 and MJ passed away June 25th, 2009. I have ALWAYZ loved your talents even if I never MET nor KNEW YOU, Michael. I am THANKFUL for the works that you have blessed this earth with!
Monday, June 8, 2009
Mourning My Life
How I miss my life
The simple act of breathing
Warm rain falling down on my upturned smile
Washing me clean of the world's cares
As long as I had you
Slow dancing
Your body close to mine
Breathing your air
With only ghosts on the periphery
You and I ascending to the stars
Feeling the moon's envy
All of you in my soul
Through the windows of my eyes
Inspired, Miss Scott serenades
I am the words
You are the music
Laughing, talking, crying,
The complex simplicity of holding your hand
Owning the universe
Through the might you tenderly empowered
Being all that a man is...everything
Conquering all with single purpose
Placing it as an offering at your feet
Thankful for my life
Living for you
In you
My whole reason for existing
I love you with my whole heart
Longing to die this way
Nothing without you
Nothing...
Tasting your sweat
Ears burn from your breath
Skin broken beneath your delicious nails
Loamy aroma of cherry almonds
Your body writhing at my touch
Gasping moans singing my song
Draining my life, replenishing my spirit
Lulling me into unconsciousness
Waking dreams of eternity
Into completeness with you
I miss my life so much
I wonder if he knows what he has
© SojournerG 2009 All rights reserved
The simple act of breathing
Warm rain falling down on my upturned smile
Washing me clean of the world's cares
As long as I had you
Slow dancing
Your body close to mine
Breathing your air
With only ghosts on the periphery
You and I ascending to the stars
Feeling the moon's envy
All of you in my soul
Through the windows of my eyes
Inspired, Miss Scott serenades
I am the words
You are the music
Laughing, talking, crying,
The complex simplicity of holding your hand
Owning the universe
Through the might you tenderly empowered
Being all that a man is...everything
Conquering all with single purpose
Placing it as an offering at your feet
Thankful for my life
Living for you
In you
My whole reason for existing
I love you with my whole heart
Longing to die this way
Nothing without you
Nothing...
Tasting your sweat
Ears burn from your breath
Skin broken beneath your delicious nails
Loamy aroma of cherry almonds
Your body writhing at my touch
Gasping moans singing my song
Draining my life, replenishing my spirit
Lulling me into unconsciousness
Waking dreams of eternity
Into completeness with you
I miss my life so much
I wonder if he knows what he has
© SojournerG 2009 All rights reserved
Saturday, May 23, 2009
Thursday, May 7, 2009
A piece of him still wants to "bodybag" the man who killed his Father.
Other peaces within him, give him hope to go further.
People Like Him know Struggle.
People Like Him know hope is faith's cousin on peace's side.
First cousins to pride yet he still feels that sting, on the inside.
They say, "There ain't no justice, there's just us."
They say, "If you've never succumb to starvation, then you don't know what "I'm hungry" is."
Well, he's starving because He's hungry for Justice.
Non-Poetic.
Unsure of the thoughts of the Man.
The inner man that sometimes never shows his face.
The guy he calls his conscience.
The guy no one esle understands but Him.
He damn sure lost time being who he wasn't but really hoping he'd be accepted for who he was.
We all have.
No Justice.
No Peace.
We affirmed.
Leaders of the pack, well learned.
They see him in the noonday
As he stands on the dial of his expressions.
No clear. No concise recollection.
But he, cherished the day he saw truth for what it was.
Evil for what it does.
Long Live The Tiger Within Him.
Blind Man.
But he Sees.
Life more beautifully.
Now, he sees clearly.
He satirically gives himself a glimmer of hope.
tried and true, he wore that cloak.
Standing on the high leverage between revenge and sustainability.
but triumphs engaged him.
gave him that feeling of freedom that no peace without dilligence could reward him.
I applaud him.
No Justice.
No Peace.
Only prosperity to seek the highest coast.
he tagged his possessions because he's territorially sound
conversated before he knew what to converse was.
sang those songs.
he, wrote that verse.
then comes the rehearsal.
time to practice what he preaches, time to donate to the weak.
giving of his own blood to save his brother.
time to practice what he preaches.
time to face success
and
defeat.
part of him, blames you for the insanity.
Then Love showed her face.
taught what it could feel like to
f
a
l
l.
in love.
feel that fire.
feel that worth.
some of it he accepted.
Some he didn't, and won't.
that feeling from his head to the toes became the norm.
paused the persecution for the moment.
paused the feeling of emptiness.
paused that fear of facing the rest.
twas a merely acquainted road block.
knocked boots.
Yet here he stands proudly.
chest protruding the sky.
nose has now followed.
confidence be his coat of many colors.
He be his Father's Son.
His Mother's Sun.
Her ray of hope, Her golden one.
No Justice, No Peace?
Not to me.
because through every line before me.
He Be Me.
Other peaces within him, give him hope to go further.
People Like Him know Struggle.
People Like Him know hope is faith's cousin on peace's side.
First cousins to pride yet he still feels that sting, on the inside.
They say, "There ain't no justice, there's just us."
They say, "If you've never succumb to starvation, then you don't know what "I'm hungry" is."
Well, he's starving because He's hungry for Justice.
Non-Poetic.
Unsure of the thoughts of the Man.
The inner man that sometimes never shows his face.
The guy he calls his conscience.
The guy no one esle understands but Him.
He damn sure lost time being who he wasn't but really hoping he'd be accepted for who he was.
We all have.
No Justice.
No Peace.
We affirmed.
Leaders of the pack, well learned.
They see him in the noonday
As he stands on the dial of his expressions.
No clear. No concise recollection.
But he, cherished the day he saw truth for what it was.
Evil for what it does.
Long Live The Tiger Within Him.
Blind Man.
But he Sees.
Life more beautifully.
Now, he sees clearly.
He satirically gives himself a glimmer of hope.
tried and true, he wore that cloak.
Standing on the high leverage between revenge and sustainability.
but triumphs engaged him.
gave him that feeling of freedom that no peace without dilligence could reward him.
I applaud him.
No Justice.
No Peace.
Only prosperity to seek the highest coast.
he tagged his possessions because he's territorially sound
conversated before he knew what to converse was.
sang those songs.
he, wrote that verse.
then comes the rehearsal.
time to practice what he preaches, time to donate to the weak.
giving of his own blood to save his brother.
time to practice what he preaches.
time to face success
and
defeat.
part of him, blames you for the insanity.
Then Love showed her face.
taught what it could feel like to
f
a
l
l.
in love.
feel that fire.
feel that worth.
some of it he accepted.
Some he didn't, and won't.
that feeling from his head to the toes became the norm.
paused the persecution for the moment.
paused the feeling of emptiness.
paused that fear of facing the rest.
twas a merely acquainted road block.
knocked boots.
Yet here he stands proudly.
chest protruding the sky.
nose has now followed.
confidence be his coat of many colors.
He be his Father's Son.
His Mother's Sun.
Her ray of hope, Her golden one.
No Justice, No Peace?
Not to me.
because through every line before me.
He Be Me.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Is it me?
... Or has the Blog-o-sphere slowed down? I hope folks continue to express themselves. I hope the written word continues to wax poetic & prosaic! How do U spend your days now? Do U spend more time on Social Networking sites (such as Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, etc.)? Do U spend more time in the REAL-world-sphere with family & friends?click image for source.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Marion Barry & Taxes: Like Roland Burris, Old School Strikes Back
"I am a great mayor; I am an upstanding Christian man; I am an intelligent man; I am a deeply educated man; I am a humble man." -- M. Barry, Mayor of Washington, DC
Monday, March 30, 2009
What about me?
You say you need time to think
To figure things out
Time to collect all of the pieces
To figure things out
Time to collect all of the pieces
Get it all together
But where do I fit in?
Where is my piece in the puzzle...?
But where do I fit in?
Where is my piece in the puzzle...?
Saturday, March 7, 2009
D-Nice D-Nice - so much so I had 2 say it TWICE
If U don't know that D-Nice has a website - U NEED to click on his name check it out! That brother's True Hip Hop stories really are THE TRUTH! Here's ONE taste:
True Hip-Hop Stories: Sadat X of Brand Nubian from D-Nice on Vimeo.
True Hip-Hop Stories: Sadat X of Brand Nubian from D-Nice on Vimeo.
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
love poetry for me......<3<3
love poetry for him
words in my heart
they sing
my lovely lullabies
i sing too
i go la la
in the air
maybe it is love
when i got stars upon my pupils
those beautiful poetic thoughts
in my head
they whisper softly
at night
where dreams come dancing
inside my soul
me sleeping
and
i think it is love
love by itself.....
~
©2009 Kai C.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Love Is...
I've tasted love in my mind
licked it from my lips
swallowed it whole,
sucked it down like ectasy
held it in my arms
squeezed it, rubbed it, caressed it...ever so gently
headlocked it
deadlocked it
savored love in all the wrong places
knowing that if i could just, hold it, wrap myself around it, contain it,
maintain it
One day it could be mine...mine all mine
But love is so spiritual
so flowing
so free
can't be contained
nor restrained
Love is...
Love exists for lovers
for a moment, for a lifetime, if you choose
love is
love is
what i want
Happy Valentimes Day...to all!
licked it from my lips
swallowed it whole,
sucked it down like ectasy
held it in my arms
squeezed it, rubbed it, caressed it...ever so gently
headlocked it
deadlocked it
savored love in all the wrong places
knowing that if i could just, hold it, wrap myself around it, contain it,
maintain it
One day it could be mine...mine all mine
But love is so spiritual
so flowing
so free
can't be contained
nor restrained
Love is...
Love exists for lovers
for a moment, for a lifetime, if you choose
love is
love is
what i want
Happy Valentimes Day...to all!
Saturday, February 7, 2009
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Etta versus Beyonce: the broader context
http://natturnersrevenge.blogspot.com/2009/02/etta-versus-beyonce-broader-context.html
Pardon the link to the personal blog but I was curious how BD folk feel.
Pardon the link to the personal blog but I was curious how BD folk feel.
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
After the "Love"
So there we sat on the edge of the bed...
afterwards...
on opposite sides.
She was looking at the wall. I was looking at the sink.
I kept wanting to be concerned about what was going through her mind, but everything in my upbringing screamed so loudly in my ear.
"What have you done?!"
"Boy you in trouble now!"
"Ima ttttteeellllllll!"
"You gonna git it!"
Why was I back in my childhood?
But through all of this,
God was silent.
I knew what I was doing. I turned heaven's volume down. Who am I kidding? I put Jesus on mute.
"I put Jesus on mute," I think I said aloud.
She was lost in her own thoughts.
I tried to think about the fleshly pleasures so recently experienced, but the three man gang of Grief, Guilt and Fear, leaned on me like the oppressing heat of the Saharan sun.
Grief reminded me that I was not who I thought I was nor who I claimed to be. He caused me to mourn the loss of my character and integrity. Said he talked to God and that He was hurt. I knew Grief was lying...and telling the truth. He convinced me that I no longer deserved life so I gave my joy to him.
Guilt went to work on my heart, causing it to thud sickly in my chest. "You're always telling other people how to live their lives, always giving advice on how to straighten up and fly right. Now you're just like the rest. Hypocrite!" The words stung like a slap in the face with a cold hand. He stabbed my mind with the knife of unworthiness, the ice pick of unrighteousness, and dug into my anemic heart with the dull jagged spoon of uncleanness. He convinced me that I was no longer worthy so I gave my confidence to him.
Fear said nothing at all, but settled in my stomach like a hot metallic ball of grease that would not allow itself to be vomited out...but made me wretch over and over. He fed the thoughts of panic about discovery and started a forest fire of humiliation and embarrassment. My whole body trembled at the thought of what could be... because of what was. Without lifting my eyes, I reached deep inwardly and placed my security into her hands.
And there I sat as they circled around me, whispering to me, taunting me, assuring me that they were going nowhere.
Still there I sat, ready to be poured out onto the floor.
No form.
No substance.
No more.
Then the phone rang.
Out of habit, I picked it up, connected the call and said,
"H'lo?"
"Hi Honey! Dinner will be ready when you get home and don't forget you're taking the kids to bible study tonight, 'kay?"
"O'kay."
James 1:14, 15
© SojournerG 2008 All rights reserved
afterwards...
on opposite sides.
She was looking at the wall. I was looking at the sink.
I kept wanting to be concerned about what was going through her mind, but everything in my upbringing screamed so loudly in my ear.
"What have you done?!"
"Boy you in trouble now!"
"Ima ttttteeellllllll!"
"You gonna git it!"
Why was I back in my childhood?
But through all of this,
God was silent.
I knew what I was doing. I turned heaven's volume down. Who am I kidding? I put Jesus on mute.
"I put Jesus on mute," I think I said aloud.
She was lost in her own thoughts.
I tried to think about the fleshly pleasures so recently experienced, but the three man gang of Grief, Guilt and Fear, leaned on me like the oppressing heat of the Saharan sun.
Grief reminded me that I was not who I thought I was nor who I claimed to be. He caused me to mourn the loss of my character and integrity. Said he talked to God and that He was hurt. I knew Grief was lying...and telling the truth. He convinced me that I no longer deserved life so I gave my joy to him.
Guilt went to work on my heart, causing it to thud sickly in my chest. "You're always telling other people how to live their lives, always giving advice on how to straighten up and fly right. Now you're just like the rest. Hypocrite!" The words stung like a slap in the face with a cold hand. He stabbed my mind with the knife of unworthiness, the ice pick of unrighteousness, and dug into my anemic heart with the dull jagged spoon of uncleanness. He convinced me that I was no longer worthy so I gave my confidence to him.
Fear said nothing at all, but settled in my stomach like a hot metallic ball of grease that would not allow itself to be vomited out...but made me wretch over and over. He fed the thoughts of panic about discovery and started a forest fire of humiliation and embarrassment. My whole body trembled at the thought of what could be... because of what was. Without lifting my eyes, I reached deep inwardly and placed my security into her hands.
And there I sat as they circled around me, whispering to me, taunting me, assuring me that they were going nowhere.
Still there I sat, ready to be poured out onto the floor.
No form.
No substance.
No more.
Then the phone rang.
Out of habit, I picked it up, connected the call and said,
"H'lo?"
"Hi Honey! Dinner will be ready when you get home and don't forget you're taking the kids to bible study tonight, 'kay?"
"O'kay."
James 1:14, 15
© SojournerG 2008 All rights reserved
Friday, January 30, 2009
he kisses her pretty face
he kisses her pretty face
he kisses her pretty face
as she blushes
realizing maybe this is real love, not a lie
but how does she know?
his kisses are sweetly distracting her
her focus fades
now she is blinded by his love…..
~
©2009 Kai C.
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Monday, January 19, 2009
inauguration
inauguration
obama is coming
he comes
and he comes
we will cry
we will shout
we will thank God with joy
and now we will pray
chanting, “yes we can”
i said “proud to be a beautiful American”
cos there is hope in my soul
that my country, my people will be fresh and new
with Obama, i have faith
he would change the world
and learn from mistakes and great things
as we join him and his beautiful family
on an inauguration day
“welcome to The White House!
welcome to your new home!”
~
©2009 Kai C
obama is coming
he comes
and he comes
we will cry
we will shout
we will thank God with joy
and now we will pray
chanting, “yes we can”
i said “proud to be a beautiful American”
cos there is hope in my soul
that my country, my people will be fresh and new
with Obama, i have faith
he would change the world
and learn from mistakes and great things
as we join him and his beautiful family
on an inauguration day
“welcome to The White House!
welcome to your new home!”
~
©2009 Kai C
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
The Ex Files
No offence to you or anything...
I saw you the other day
And I thought to myself
What was I thinking
Really,
what
was
I
thinking...
Or was I?
I saw you the other day
And I thought to myself
What was I thinking
Really,
what
was
I
thinking...
Or was I?
Sunday, January 11, 2009
horus
Horus
Horus,
you are my darker side
of my ancient God
purest blood of Africa
you were from Egypt
where you are in the sky
a star
part of sunset
and i wonder
how far away are you?
multibillion miles, i guess
cos with a bold eye
you symbolizes me
in some way
i see you
my brave king, my knight soldier
i am related to you
same black blood
cos my people came from Africa
as we were brought here
in America
through the chains of cold hearted slavery in 1400s
oh Horus,
you rose up on clouds
walk on sand
i see you grace with long stick sword
ready to fight
but you should not fight
you should make peace
throw your weapons down
and shake hands wth other gods
cos war doesn't solve anything
believe me, it doesn't
you 're a falcon
a free falcon
that made peace with other birds
and you lead them to your own stars
among the clouds
and with your bold eye,
i see you
watching over me
from the moon above
your veins rush through
my light brown skin
while i taste your soul
upon my spoken tongue
bitter and sweet
your voice in the wind
it floats through
my locs
i want to touch your hand
feel your dark skinned complexion
let your tears sprinkle down
to my fingertip
cos
i am your being
you are part of me
my ancient God
your today human
Horus,
my wanderings, my surroundings
not in Eygpt
but in the farther away in the multitrilliion, trillion miles of universes....
~
©2008 Kai C.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Each One, Teach One!
by Christoph J.I get inspired!/ To lift HIS name higher and higher/ I admire those who get excited for Christ/It's nice to see young people get enticed by the truth/The youth of today tend to jump off the roof/ Or the bridge/ Cuz they see their friends do it/ Seems like there's nothin' to it/ Got friends named NIKE/ JUST DO IT!/ ...Who's it?/ You're it!/ Tag the next youngsta/ Who stands amongst the...crowd/ Have 'em vow to stand for/ More than just what's average/ Tell that young boy that he's "That One"/ Not a Maverick/ Teach him the way/ Don't preach him away!/ Live a life worth following/ Hallowing thy name in the process/ Encourage progress/ Not sex before marriage/ But if the baby carriage comes before the broom has been jumped over/ Tell that boy to be a man and stand/ Not to stand slumped over, Sad/ Mad cuz his Dad wasn't there to teach him/ We have to reach him/ Before the world does/ Because if we don't/ His child won't have a chance.
Watch my Poem Movie!
your fingers on my skin
your fingers on my skin
your fingers on my skin
i felt that
i felt that you're mine
and why?
my heart beats
i blush
asking, thanking
the Lord above
that
i found you..
i found you
deep down
inside a lonely place
where
you needed someone
you needed a piece of heaven
so
you took my hand
just one simple touch
that's all it takes
and
i fell in love
~
©2008 Kai C.
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