Monday, September 24, 2012

Morning After Coffee

Sitting on the edge of the bed
Watching the sun rise over the horizon
Listening to the birds outside
Feeling hands touch my back
Thinking about the night I had
Realizing I need to stop drinking
Last night's beauty
Is this morning's beast

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Blood On Her Pillow

Mom
I need to sit down with you
We have an issue
Sit back and relax
Here
Here's some tissue
There is something I need you to hear
Be clear
This thing that you'll hear
Stays right here

I have a friend
Who was troubled
She lived in a bubble
She was hurt
She was lost
And she died in her rubble
When I found her
I had found her too late
She was gone
She had left from her physical state

On her bed
I sat down
I put my head down
I was stuck
So confused
What could I do now?
I heard something
Crinkle under my feet
I looked down
And I found this long sheet

And it said...

"So many years I was abused
I felt so misused
I would cry
When I heard his hard shoes
Lay in bed sobbing tears
In my bed with my fears
See his shadow in the door
And I smelled his beers

I would call out to you
But you wouldn't hear me
I would tell you he's bad
You wouldn't come near me
When I tried to show you
What he had did
You would slap me
And say I was a horrible kid

But you didn't do it physically
You did it mentally
So I lived in a cell
Conscious penitentiary
You always were so blind to the game
That you never saw
He put me through pain
And that stayed with me

I grew up and did worse
Every man I got worse
No matter how much I prayed
I felt like a curse
So what more can I do?
There's not more I can lose
My mind and my body
Can't sing no more blues"

What do you think mom?
Isn't this a sad letter?
And the more that I read
The more things ain't get better
Just listen to this part
To what she said next
I was madder than I ever been before
And my soul became vexed

"Only one who tried helping me
I loved like no other
But I can't be with him
He's my brother
And that's just sick
But he loves me
And does all that he can
Even comes over
To be my strong hand
Lord please bless him

No one else
No one else I can say
Was someone who was there in my life
Who cared in that way
So I laid down
With every man I met
Even some women
For a love I never knew how to get

So big brother
When you find this note
Don't feel bad
I GAVE UP ON HOPE
But still love you
And when you find a way
To go and tell mom
Don't get mad
I ALWAYS PRAYED FOR HER
That she would know the truth"

So I ask you now
How do you feel
And mom
I want to know right now
Just how real
Because mom
That man that did this was a robber
Your husband
The girl he stole innocence from
Was your daughter!

But you knew this, didn't you?

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Wanted: Change

Don't tell me about what the next man is not doing
Don't bury me with the usual propaganda
Don't try to underlie the other man to appease my preconceived notions
The tides are shifting
Where once there was safety and tranquility
There is now sacrifice and tribulation
The security that once was placed in savings and stocks
Has become endangered by credit and bonds
What do you do then?
When what was once the building block of business loses value
And the integrity of corporations is forsaken for profit
The people work all day
To come short when bills are due
The prophecies are to be fulfilled
But who said they have to be now?

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Welcome to Real Life

Out in them streets
They call it murder

Welcome to real life

Music has your young mind twisted
Thinking that if you walk with a gang you get respected
But little do you know
That the road that you travel is not smooth
And that when you fall
You will not have your backup

Welcome to real life

Whoever told you that walking with a gun
Makes you a man
Doesn't know how to fight with two hands
And most times what you shoot for
Is not worth the trouble
But you want to show the world that you're raw

Welcome to real life

You think because these musicians get shot
That since they lived that you won't get got
But these streets are real hot
And if you think that you handle heat well
Step outside
You'll be dead or in a cell

Welcome to real life

It's real sad
That you think you're that bad
And that your number just will not be had
But since you're so glad
Real quick they can make you real mad
Give you some boots and send you off to Baghdad

Welcome to real life

You don't wanna go hard all the time
You don't wanna get called on the line
You don't wanna run blind
You not stopping them shots when they ring
You don't want your mom to cry
When she sings

Welcome to real life
Out in them streets
They call it murder

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Keeping Intimacy Desirable (K.I.D.)

You see she
She
She masqueraded herself in an innocent cocoon and
In the sheer magnificence of her charm
Serenaded me into falling for her mesmerizing beauty
And remarkable personality
You see she
She
She captivated my integrity and challenged me to realize my capacity
Showing me that where I thought I had peaked
Was merely the landing pad for rest before turning it into my launchpad
Catapulting me into a higher level of destiny
You see she
She
She blossomed before my eyes into a beautiful butterfly
Spreading her wings and taking flight into a world of wonder
Emerging as more than a phoenix from the sands of the earth
But as a jewel that is worth far more than rubies
You see she
She
She doesn't know how great that she is
Because with humility she always keeps herself within
And by holding herself within her reins
She continues to supersede my wildest dreams
You see she
She
She is love

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

There Is Something

There is nothing to fear but fear in itself
There is nothing to fear
But fear in itself
There is nothing
To fear
But fear
In itself
There is where many begin to fear
Because instead of realizing that fear is what is keeping them from going forward
They spend more time using fear as their reason for staying behind
When there is nothing to fear
But fear in itself
The intensity of the word causes ten cities to burn
Because instead of learning to communicate
They fear that they will be overturned
And then children who knew not of why things happened
Develop fear for history repeating itself and lash out
While there is nothing to fear
But fear in itself
There is something to fear
Because fear is not in itself

Sunday, August 5, 2012

BitterSweet Chocolate

Never has any one's touch reached the core of my being
Never has any one's words ripped my core to shreds
How can I find what life is like without her
When life with her is such an adventure
She knows how to make me feel like a man
And how to make me feel like a child
I wish for her to respect me
But deep down
I know she does
Just a funny way of showing it
When she's wrong
I pay for it
But when she apologizes
It's worth it
I can't imagine what life is like without her
No matter how hard I try