HAPPY (POETRY)

I was in a dead zone

And no amount of encouragement could convince me

That

I wasn’t alone

There was a moan in my soul

And every emotion in me was cold

 

And my thoughts lied to me

 

So I did nothing

 

One day I woke up

And the pain subsided

And joy overrides

This dark emotion

 

And for a brief second

 

I was happy

 

PEACEFUL FREEDOM (RANDOM THOUGHTS)

As I sit on the river listening to my new found freedom.

And my own kind of mixed up, but somewhat sane thoughts.

What a silent pleasure.

I look out at the water.

The muddy essence of the river clouds my nostrils and spider webs scale my face.

Once hated, now loved by me.

I see couples chit chatting, not really hearing the words but more of a whisper, as they walk holding hands.

MUST BE NICE…

There was a time I would have gotten angry; because they would have been sure to blow what I thought was a peaceful ride to heaven.

At this moment I only want to be seen riding into my thought.

Maybe so they can get a glimpse at a confused but somewhat sane mind at work.

As they walk by, a part of me wants them to ask?

“Miss, what are you writing?”

My story would only scare them.

I’m better off left alone to sort out this peaceful freedom on paper.

I am in a peaceful but somewhat dense thought.

This density is going nowhere because I notice there are no stars out tonight.

That’s ok…

Might be…

Some tommorow…

If God wakes me up to enjoy yet another peaceful freedom.

Thank you, Sanity

FREE ME! (POETRY W/ AUDIO)

http://soundcloud.com/mentalnotes-1/free-me 

TAINTED BY THE BEAUTY OF THE AMARICAN FLAG  

A WARPED VISION

ITS DISGUISE

A RED, WHITE AND BLUE RAG

DEEP IN THE BYOU’S WERE THE BABIES MY GRANDMOMMA HAD

WHILE GRANDPOPPA LOOKED ON ANGRY, POWERLESS AND MAD

LAND OF THE FREE

YOU CANT FOOL ME

THIS RAG IS TAINTED WITH HYPOCRISY

RIVERS STILL TORTURED, DAMS STILL RED

AND SHE USE THAT SAME COLOR TO REPRESENT OUR FUTURE THAT’S STILL DEAD

CENTURIES

OLD HAG!!!!

I AINT GOT NO LOVE FOR THIS CLOTHE

SO F*** THE AMERICAN FLAG!

Please don’t come for me in the comments, it’s called creative freedom ❤

I WRITE… (POETRY)

 

I scribble on some paper what my mind heard

I read it back

WOW!!

What powerful words

SEE…Words just seem to form in my mind

And when I read it back it all seems to rhyme

AND IT HAPPENS LIKE THIS ALMOST ALL THE TIME

I GET SO EXCITED

AND I JUST GOTTA WRITE IT

IT’S SO HARD TO FIGHT IT

THE WORDS THAT I HEARD

TO MOLD

THIS POET

SO I SHOW IT

SO EVERYONE CAN KNOW IT

THAT I AM A WRITER

THRU AND TRU

WHO EVER KNEW

THAT LIL OL ME

WOULD BE WRITING FOR ONE REASON

AND IT IS SO I CAN BE FREE!!!!

I am so amazed

I don’t have a clue

God gives me these words

From me to you

I think

How can this be?

Can all of these powerful words really come from me

Just when I think I have nothing to give

God gives me one more wonderful reason to live

THERE IS SO MUCH PAIN TO BE SHED 

That’s is reason to write

And one more powerful poem to be read

                  

 

Thank you, Lord for My Precious Gift.

 

 

 

 

ADDICTION (RANDOM THOUGHT)

THERE IS SO MUCH I CAN SAY ABOUT ANDY REID AND HIS SON,,,(LONG SIGH).

THIS IS A TOPIC I COULD WRITE ABOUT EVERY DAY AND HAVE MUCH TO SAY.

A POEM, HAIKU OR RANDOM THOUGHT WONT BRING RIED’S SON BACK, OR ANY

OF THE MANY PEOPLE WHO DIE EVERY DAY FROM THIS INSIDIOUS DISEASE.

ADDICTION DOES NOT DISCRIMINATE.  RIED’S SON HAD EVERYTHING HE COULD

HAVE EVER WANTED AND HE STILL USED DRUG IN SPITE OF THE DANGERS THAT

LIED AHEAD.

HE FOUGHT A GOOD FIGHT, MAY HE REST IN PEACE, NOW HE IS TRUELY FREE.

ADDICTION DOESN’T CARE ABOUT YOUR SOCIAL STATUS, AGE, RACE, SEXUAL PREFERENCE OR RELIGIOUS BELIEFS,,,(LONG SIGH). I REALLY HATE THIS DISEASE CALLED ADDICTION!

EXILED (POETRY)

EXILED

I have no refuge from racism

My ancestors’ only escape was church and fire baptism

This human race is so callous

With their deliberate ignorance

Nana still praying to God for her mastas deliverance

YES SA MASA…NO SA MASA

Such tainted word

Kill that nigger were the words that I heard

Daddy was angry, cause his dreams were deemed dead

Kumbaya was our national anthem with rivers of tortured silence instead

Mamma had a baby but he didn’t look like me

He had a stream of long hair and green eyes you could clearly see

The white race left a trail of bastards never claiming one

I heard the church folks whispering

That’s mastas son

Never in their bed, they raped us on patches of earth and vacant fields instead

Lynching

Disempowerment

Physically

And psychologically enslaved

It was Martin

Harriett Tubman

Rosa Parks

And many more who were brave

They would stand us up

Spin us around

And someone in the crowd would yell

I’ll take four

And the others were useless like confederate coins after the war

There are things in this world that used to feel like a slap in the face

I WAS YOUNG

I CONFORMED WITH THE WORLD ABOUT RACE

And in the Old Testament, God separated tribes and didn’t want us marrying outside our race

It took some years but interracial marriage didn’t deserve such a precious emotion that went to waste

Now listen… 

There are a few things I just got to say

One being I was EXTREMLY ANGRY when OJ got away

Karma’s a bitch

That’s why his dumb ass sitting in jail right now today

However that statement was strong,

Dramatic

And unquestionably clear

The white race was defeated at least that’s how it would appear

Someone said they would give up their citizenship to see OJ convicted

At least that’s how they kicked it

There would have been no trial of the century if OJ’s victim was black

And ain’t no arguing that

Now they wouldn’t be so quick to say

Because black women are killed every day

 Affirmative action a camouflage for racism

Now that’s a bone I’ll throw back

To get hired just because you’re black

How racist is that?

I give thanks to God every day

For living in the era that allows me to say whatever I want to say

I’m black.

I am proud.

And I am bold

AND IF THERE IS A STORY TO TELL

BEST BELIEVE IT WILL BE TOLD

 

 

 

                      Thank you, Ignorance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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