The answer to life's quest, the search, the pain, and struggle. No, this poem is not about religion or dogma. You see, most of us can not see God beyond our notions and ideas of who God is. Can you see God beyond what you have been taught about God? Can you see God beyond your religion or non-religion? Can you see that which is eternal beyond the veil of this life? There is a God beyond our books, places of worship, and mental experiences. For he can not be contained in the multitude of books or human experiences, yet can be found anywhere if we listen and open our eyes without judgement.
For surely, we trust in the multitudes of peoples more than our on voice. If one billion people say God is like this, we say, "I don't agree, therefore, I don't believe in God." Or "I do agree, therefore, I do believe in God." Do you want to find him for yourself or are you satisfied believing or disbelieving what people say about him? Click "Read more" to glimpse this idea through written word.
It's so hard sometimes to hear your own voice amid the multitude of voices vying for your attention. There is a religion, philosophy, doctrine, ideas, or thought process for anything you want to do. Yet, can you find your own? To independent and creative, drawing from within and bringing it forth, that is very difficult indeed. This is a poem about turning off the other voices and distractions. Step one is silence. Click "Read more" to check this one out.
This is a poem about a lost legacy, a lost history, and a lost identity. This is a poem about Africa. I've been to Africa, but my mind did not recognize her. I regret now seeing her, but not seeing her as if looking through a veil. Now, older and wiser, I miss the one I never knew. She is the one that makes sense of life and most of us never knew her. Click "Read more" to check it out.
For every call there must be a response. What follows is my response to the call of destiny and purpose. Yeah, it's riddled with excuses and anxiety, but haven't we all be there? Not knowing which way to turn. Nothing seems to make sense. There's no answer, just a persistent struggle. Maybe you can relate...
You ever felt like this? Like there's sometimes an inner struggle within your mind, body, and soul? Like you're fighting against yourself, God, and the world? This poem is about that struggle for answers, through seas of doubt, and confusion. Trying to find your own path. Let me know what you think.
So, I'm gonna be brutally honest with this one. Yeah, the Ku Klux Klan is still very well and active today, but many of us are looking for the KKK in white hoods and cloaks. In truth, the most dangerous are the ones in black skin. The ones who look like us, who the larger media system have propped up as "the example for black people."
These are entertainers, rappers, athletes, and celebrities who look like us but spit a message of self-hate and tearing our communities apart. Some of these individuals are misguided, others are just down right malicious. Either way, the result is the same, the perpetuation of violence against self and our family for profit. Time to call out this Black KKK and actively boycott their music and products.
Hope you like this one...
I wrote this for those who wanna be thugs, ganstas, hoes, and niggas. I wrote this for the unconscious brothers and sisters who only care about getting high and getting low, easy money and easy sex. I wrote this for those who assume I'm like you. Wake up, fool, to the reality of your divinity. But you've sold it for a bag of weed, a piece of booty, and the "thug" life. The "thug" life is the slave life, brother. And you wanna us to be down? I think not.
Sometimes it feels like you against the whole world, you feel me? Like everything is going against you and nobody cares. So, you fend for yourself and hope for the best. You ever feel like a warrior sometimes? Going against everything around you. Don't lose hope, my brother, my sister. Keep your confidence, it'll all be worth it. Be patient and never stop being you.
Just something short I wrote after one of my angry rants. LOL That's just how it is sometimes; still gotta bring it back to God both within and without, my Father.
So, this is my attempt at being positive...lol. I wrote this poem not from anger, but from passion and faith in who I am. I want you to have this same faith in yourself as well. I was always a TMNT fan, so hope you like it.
So, yeah, I tend to write a lot about the strongest and deepest feelings. Anger is one of them and of course, much of my anger comes from the things we all got to do to make a living. It is what it is. Sometimes my anger is so strong I grow numb to it and everything around. That's what this poem is about becoming numb to the pain, yet in the end, knowing God has my life ordain. Hope you like it.
The second part to the first part I wrote. Same theme, just seems to be a recurring thing in my life. You ever feel this way? Like a slave with no escape? Struggle to find a way, but getting no where? I just got to let it out sometimes. I'm sorry y'all, it's just how I feel sometime. My pain is real. I never liked poetry growing up. I only recently discovered it as really the only way to express what's inside. Regular language just doesn't seem to work. I find myself often at a lost for words. Maybe you can relate this one. Click below to read more.
I wrote this poem about fighting. Fighting against a seemingly unbeatable opponent. Because I know what it is to struggle to rise, but he's always there to bring about my demise. He has no name, but you see him in our media, our education system, our employers, and our government. We do everything society says to get ahead, but there's no where to head, no progress. But the rich getting richer and richer. Will we ever score? Click below to read more.
I wrote this poem decrying the economic plight that many of us experience at some point in our lives. For me, it's become somewhat of a passion of mine. I grew up with people around me preach this or that as the answer to all life's dilemmas. Yet, they never seemed free to me, but just a different type of slave believing one day to become a millionaire. Will we ever escape this rat race? Click the read more link to check it out.
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