OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Q.B.
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
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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?
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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