Changes

Reboot

Reboot

Since the inception of the fallible and corrupt disciplines to inculcate a subservient class of peoples,

Psychological tyranny has been in existence, secreted in feigned bastions of education

Even reaching its tentacles into the sanctum, with its glorified spires and steeples  

Feeding the masses its consumerism rhetoric, numbing the senses of most creation

Placing constraints on your mind, experimenting with the equilibrium of natural cause and effect

While media spins webs of deceit, government sanctioned cognizance manipulation

Action and reaction, unseen forces move sheeple to and fro like mindless marionettes

Woven intricacies of intellectual manacles, consigning the spirit to incapacitation

Breaking free from such thinking is a formidable mission, one not to be taken nonchalantly

Those indoctrinated into the set w...

Overcome

We shall overcome someday

The negro chant and pray

On bended knee, head bowed

Pain traced across each brow

Head bowed not daring to look up

For massa’s work needs be done

Shining, polishing, cleaning

Passing this tool to our son

Contemptible old fool

Not even aware

You are ol’ massa’s tool

Check yourself, if you dare

Gone

Where were you when I needed a friend?

When the times got hard near the bitter end

Where were you when the times got tough?

When the pathway to happiness went from smooth to rough

Where were you when the skies turned gray?

The tears began to fall, my heart began to ache

Where were you when my world come tumbling down?

When no light shone through, all smiles turned to frowns

Where were you when I would just sit and pray?

Maybe God would hear me soon and end this pain

I gave you my all and that was not enough

You ran over my heart like a bug hit by a truck

And now I must move on, gather my tattered life, mend my heart, stand tall, and be strong

Perhaps one day as you sit alone, you can ponder these things…

Where am I, Where have I gone?

what do we need

An enchanted whisper spoken by an angelic siren of love

Summoning ones heart to take heed

Do not allow this feeling to wane

Many inner conflicts and battles are warred,

Most fragile as a small dove

Turmoil amidst rationale and fleeting

Dreams, enough to drive one insane

Happiness…each has their own

Definition of the word, none quite sure

Riches, fame, security, wisdom, all of

These fall within the parameters

Loneliness, depression, ignorance, of these maladies

Scientist has no cure

The greatest enigma of all is love…

Without it life is merely a pilgrimage into obliteration

Night

Night

The period in which darkness prevails over light

No shadows are seen; creeping animals scurry along in search of

A hiding place from the predators, hungry for the blood of their prey

The bounty of their spoils are ill gotten, the reason for their pillage, soon forgotten

Kill or be killed is their creed

Reason for motivation is pure greed

They feel invisible, as if no one sees

God sees. The reward for their deeds…An eternity of

Night

Reflections

Reflections

Images mirrored by the faces of mankind.

The many wrinkles that line the eyes of the woman

Working hard to feed the family her husband left behind

His face gruesomely twisted by the heat and pain

Muscles aching; sweat pouring, blood dripping from his hands.

Driving himself to an early grave, nothing left to show his gain.

The grey hair that winds through the lovely braids

Of the grandmother, worrying and crying as she watches

Her grandson, the once straight “A” student, gently being laid

“To rest,” these words describe it best. For in life each waking

moment was used to study, work, playing ball, trying to get paid.

Ending so suddenly when someone viciously requested his jacket

In the blink of an eye, these plans he had been making

Are only mere thought, memory…Reflections.

Carousel

On this carousel that we dolefully call life

Each of have different meanings, lessons and strife

Most have the ambition to reach for the brass ring

Accumulating many riches, abundant power and trivial things

Others are content with just enjoying the sights, music and ride

Blissfully buoyant in the mere ups and downs continual rounds of life

Yet still others wish this damn ride would come to a halt

So as to rid ones of these nauseating and garish faults

Emotional Kaleidoscope

A teardrop frozen in the looking glass of memories

An emotional kaleidoscope of feelings of the moment

A pinch of fear, a scoop of excitement, and a heaping helping of joy

Butterflies caught in a net of nerves, heart floating above the trees

A radiant glow emanating from the angelic face

The scent of love wafting, mingling with the sweet perfume

Hair in curls, gently caressing the nape of the neck

 A vision of loveliness to see, an epitome of Gods grace

The sirens song, a melodic tone, both alluring and sensual

Dedicating love, honor, devotion to one soul, one alone

Before Gods eyes, all of heaven, family and friends

 To become as one, this is the vow, to love unconditionally

Where Am I?

Where am I? What planet is this?

When did a disagreement end up with blows from a fist?

What is happening? What did I miss?

When was permission given to kill innocent kids?

How does this happen? Why does no one seem to care?

Is the love gone from mankind’s heart or is everyone too scared?

Please, dear Lord, hear the prayers of your humble sheep.

Before the rulers of some foreign countries destroy us all in our sleep.

Different Times

There were times not long ago when people you would meet

Did not care where you came from, what city, town or street

Now the times have changed and a lone black fist in the air

No longer means strength, power, and unity. Does not anyone even care?

When an innocent child gets its cartoon show suddenly interrupted

A stray .45 slug enters its head; no one seems to be disgusted

When an elderly woman sits alone and withers away from hunger

The children she worked three jobs to care for are too busy or don’t care any longer

If all the patriarchs of black history were alive today to see the mess we have made

All of them would wonder why they fought, struggled, all of the sacrifices they gave

For the lowest of the black person in this nation to achieve his or her dreams

And pass along the wisdom and blessings to create a strong black society