I do need to pen something new

...but my past has been speaking to me these days....
Can you believe it, I have not picked up a pen in four days...
Soon. In God's time.

Prospective

I walked off into the world when I was 15....
because I knew all i needed to know to survive.

At times i looked back, questioning my decisions on the road i chose to follow....
but going back to the fork seemed a waste of time...
so i moved on...
hoping eventually this road would either lead me to that unknown location...
What was I looking for?
My destiny...
God's destiny...
My happiness...
...and if not lead me there, then maybe offer a u-turn or circle back...
-take me back to the main deciding road so i can now make a left instead of that right.
But now, I've walked, circled and turned so many times...
i don't know if I'm even in the same state,
emotionally.

I walked off into the world when I was 15....
because I knew all i needed to know to survive.
I woke up in the world when I was 27....
because I realized survival is not enough...

~Psalms of Nia ‘04

Finding my voice...

We have seen
Paradise
Over &
Over
&
we have
lost
it
every
time.

Is it
the same
Paradise
We
Lose
So constantly
In
Ourselves?

~Alice Walker

This is where my mind has been lately

Untold Stories

Buju Banton


While I’m Living

Thanks I’ll Be Giving

To the Most High You know,

Chorus:

I am living while I am living to the father I will pray

Only he knows how we get through everyday

With all the hike in the price

Arm and leg we have to pay

While our leaders play

Verse 1:

All I see people a rip and a rob and a grab

Tief never love fe see tief wid long bag

No love for the people who a suffer real bad

Another toll to the poll may God help we soul

What is to stop the youths from get out of control

Full up of education yet no own no payroll

The clothes on my back have countless eyehole.

I could go on and on the full has never been told

Repeat Chorus

Verse 2:

Who can afford to run will run

But what about those who can’t…they will have to stay

Opportunity a scarce, scarce commodity

In these times I say… When mama spend her last and send you go class

Never you ever play

It’s a competitive world for low budget people,

Spending a dime while earning a nickel

With no regards to who it may tickle

My cup is full to the brim

I could go on and on the full has never been told

Repeat Chorus

Verse 3:

All I see people a rip and a rob and a grab

Tief never love fe see tief wid long bag

No love for the people who a suffer real bad

Another toll to the poll may God help we soul

What is to stop the youths from get out of control

Full up of education yet no own no payroll

The clothes on my back have countless eyehole

Could go on and on and the full has never been told

(On and On)

Though this life keep getting me down

Don’t give up now

Got to survive somehow

Could go on and on and the full has never been told

Repeat Chorus

Verse 4:

Who can afford to run will run

But what about those who can’t…they will have to stay

Opportunity a scarce, scarce commodity

In these times I say… When mama spend her last and send you go class

Never you ever play

It’s a competitive world for low budget people,

Spending a dime while earning a nickel

With no regards to who it may tickle

My cup is full to the brim

I could go on and on the full has never been told

I could go on and on the full has never been told

I could go on and on….

The full has never….

Been…..
Toooooold.

To be frank, dear Lord

I'm going through my poetry here at work.
...feeling some typa way today....
not depressed but sad...questioning...
Anyway- this sums it up.

To be frank, dear Lord

For three days I’ve thought about you…
Night and day…….day and night
But……..I-DON’T-WANT-TO-TALK-TO-YOU
Infact,
I’m feeling kinda pissed with you
………angry enough to fight……….
You
Lied
To
Me

I thought you loved me……………
……………you said so
and I took your word…………
I took your words and consumed them
Living off of their nourishment
Living off of their promises
Living off of their …………love

……………………………….right now,
I’m feelin’ “sometypa way”
………….Better yet,
I’m feelin tricked……….
mislead, unloved, alone…
And basically……………………………….fucked……

…………Now if I must
I will inhale your air
………If I must
I will feel the heat from your sun on my face
And if I must…..
I will feed my family by the means you provide
………………………
if I must
………………..
but
I don’t want to talk to you…………..
So
Stop
Calling
My
Name

My poetry...my dance

soon to come