My Pen…

An Angel Cry

Can you tell what is the meaning when an Angel Weeps?
That vision enters my mind when I walk these streets…
The scent of death is in the air and that must cloud their vision
These suicide missions are a contradiction to our wisdom…
Our ancestors see our choices and they’ve turned in their graves
All their struggles, all their sacrifices that they lived as a slave…
Where is the love, appreciation, and respect that we owe
Not even then they would have ever thought of each other being a foe…
Sometimes I wonder in stormy weather from heavy rains and down pours
Is this a symbol how heavens angels keep weeping and can’t take it any more..?
All the injustices of life and not for only my people
Because when it comes to pain, the feeling has no equal…
Worshiping money and all kind of materialism
I didn’t make this choice; this is what society is g...

Blood of A Poet

I am a poet not a performer
I am a supporter of the culture...
A stage and the microphone is not for me
I only need a pen and a pad to create and perform my poetry...
I respect The Poetry Slam
But it's not for this man...
My expression of the art is mental
Your experience to be a part of my level...
My rhythmic visions of life's tales
Words that penetrate your mind and take sail...
View the horizon and the poetic scene through my eyes
Then you realize the words harmonize ....
Everything that I vision transform through me 
Brain waves, my blood is a poetic melody...
This is not a hobby people, this is what I love
This is the soul of me that is in my blood...
This is the blood of a poet, this is not taught in schools
I realized that I was a poet by reading the poetic scriptures of Maya Angelou...
And to my surprise I realized, 
I ris...

I Am The American Dream

I took a look at one face of America,
I seen corruption, greed, propaganda, and murderers…
I took a look at the other face of America
And seen struggles, pain, hunger and sufferers…
The Have’s have a strangle hold on our riches
Causing The Have Not’s to sell their souls like es…
Currency is the life line that keeps us alive
That everyday struggle that makes us survive…
Took the only thing that means the world to us and that is our love
In which created the pimp, the hustler, the dealer and the thug…
As we prey off of each other just to maintain
Just to earn a dollar,
Just to earn a rep and for you to know the name…
You know me as The American Dream
I have 8 million stories but all are the same scheme…
The Statue of Liberty is my bottom that flaunts opportunity
Searching for that happiness while you’re i...

Blinded By The Death Of A Diamond

Love had died this morning and extinguished my soul
Destroying all hope to love again because I lost control...
Everything I ever loved had just fade away
All my creations are lost because of this day...
Took away my existence and all I was
Blowing in the wind as an eternal dust...
My poems passed before my eyes 
As I seen my creativity and my soul just die...
But the woman who took all that away
Stands with satisfaction with nothing to say...
Extinguished my heart and that light
All for her personal motives all done out of spite...
But my death did not phase her like she was not the blame
But the darkness came and with an echo of her name...
And all my visions came to a total blindness
Cause of death, my love was for a diamond and then the silence...

Poem: "Blinded By The Death Of A 
            Di...

My Pen…

The ink of the pen represents my blood
How it gives life to the paper from the poetry I think of…
How each page represents a struggle in this journey call life
How each page tells a story of someone’s life,
So precise…
You see the vision as your reading
It appears like a hologram while you narrate by speaking…
For each word you say the scene portrays the event
You continue to read because you’re left in suspense…
The more you read you realize that you’ve experienced
My poetry is the blood of me,
I have transcend
Created life with poetry with the ink of my pen…

Poem:  “My Pen…”
Created By:  Rebelwisdom1071aka Mr. Best365
©  2015 Best Brand 1BC

Words Of A Soldier

It was the realist he ever wrote,
From the realist I'll ever quote...

Now I can see this world for what it is as I get older,
And G why Pac said we should me militant soldiers...
But these youngsters only see the revolution of being a thug,
Shouting "*** The Police" as they shed our blood...
Time after time we see our youth outlined in chalk,
This is not the dream that Dr. King thought...
Injustices to my people since we were stolen to be slaves on this land,
Hatred is the only thing we have in common from all walks of man...
Black people is only accepted in this country for entertainment,
But was never to be accepted to be part of this nation...
A Black President is a historical event,
But what's the truth to their attempt..?
"From The Words Of Pac"
It was the realist he ever wrote,
From the realist I'll ever quote...

Wh...