Exodus

Eluding the grips of some strange gravitational pull that keeps me bound in confusion, my inner being cannot rationalize what the eyes see. They watch the masses assemble by the instructions of the masterminds whose only agenda is to undermine any sense of hope, life or freedoms.

Xenophobia of my kinsmen uprooted from our homeland by the very xenophobes who say we do not belong here. Yet here is nowhere and nothing that was ever given to the minorities that falsely claim deeds, borders and position.

Our present is obstructed by the wrath of pharaohs who glorify themselves while making all others bond servants. The mind is under arrest wallowing in the feed of the news feed, which causes us to continuously feed into the slop being fed.

Dare we make a healthy diet of divinity or a destiny buried deep in the desolate lands of oppression. Stolen from great warriors, ripped from the village, and torn from the womb, my people have lost spiritual connections.

Under the auspice of the Great Source, may it be returned to us as we turn within on our quest for self. May we gain the wisdom to banish the pharaohs forever into clouds of darkness and fire, and then forever understand who we are.

Structures of light and sanctuaries of love promote a peaceful nation for all to thrive. Yet evil intentions with weapons of mass destruction, like syndicated programs and media printouts, stream life into disarray.

Eventually, there must be an emergence of new birth. At current, the intellectual lies dormant, strong leaders are an endangered species, and truth speakers need resurrecting like it's the third day.

X and Y chromosomes of royalty and DNA that unveils true identity pumps through the brave hearts that will ascend and transmute this world. We will take flight like a great wind and attract the energies from the polars of the earth.

Only when we seek the truth, embrace it and make it life, then we shall find who we are and our place in this universe. Therefore, no more toiling in pharaoh's sand, nor reasoning with irrationality, and loathing in mediocrity.

Defeated and blindly we march through the labyrinth of society, involuntarily inducted at sunrise and returning to the earth at sunset hoping to be remembered. Instead, dare to have the notion to just be, not in the future or the past, but be here at present alive and full.

Unify the senses to clearly see what is in plain sight. Loose the shackles of Egypt and break free to hear birds tweet from the tree of life and not the manufactured cellulars that craft living cells into drones.

Slavery cannot prevail in consciousness. Though ships and holding cells, untruths and false documents have been destroyed, the mind is the greatest slave vessel ever to be controlled and waiting to be set free.

Saturday, August 8, 2015 2:09PM EDT

Bed Ridden

I don’t want to get up in the mornings, I keep resetting the alarm clock.
My mind gets tired as soon as I process today’s thought. Unhappy environments drain every inch of me. Destiny and fate assure me that this is not where I’m supposed to be. I stand in line to punch in, and for six hours straight I die within, and can’t settle with the fact that tomorrow I’ll do it all again.

Systems set up that fail to irrigate the proper nutrients that help the crops grow. Systems set up that lead from inner city and end at death row. 

I was hired to teach daddy’s girl and momma’s boy, I was hired to teach America’s youth. I don’t desire to teach a biased curriculum, I don’t desire to tie educational lies with historical truth.

And that’s why I don’t want to get up in the mornings, I keep resetting the alarm clock. My mind gets tired as soon as I process today’s thought.

And this economic depression, puts all optimism into regression, slowly turning into suppression of I want, I had but it exists no more so I can’t have, joy turned to sad, the speakers voice suppressed in the pad. Drowning in the ink of the pen, which has a mighty position on the lives of men. But nobody smart ever reads, In their minds they plant no wisdom seeds, but live life on the basis of what they see.

And might they see me? A great leader I could be, but I don’t want to get up in the mornings, I keep resetting the alarm clock. My mind gets tired as soon as I process today’s thought. And all while I’m bed ridden, my message shall remain hidden.

Until I choose to get up and put on my shoes, and then walk a mile down the road of life trying not to hit snooze.

(Circa April 2009)

The Chance Principle

If I had a chance I'd dance among the stars
Because my dreams would take me to the moon
Sunshine would reflect from me so I could light darkness

I'd separate the mourning from radiating joy
I'd cause healthy crops to grow that nourish the body
I'd light the path to consciousness and ingenuity
I'd set fire to injustice, poverty, hate, and greed

I'd be the light if I had a chance

#ChancePrinciple

I'm in love with a stranger

No perfect sunset by the seaside but my heart drowning in the depths of his eyes
And my eyes as they locked, and a smile provoking wishes of always
Obsessions over his perfect satin, earthly brown, sun kissed skin
Like my next of kin, like my father, like my first born, skin like me
I hope he likes me and the soft glances I keep sending across the room
If there is room in your heart I would like to come in and have a look around
Walk around and perch myself somewhere comfortable between now and forever
Eternity sounds like a good place to start
We can start to tell one another everything we already know about each other
Without words our souls connect in synchronized melodies
The perfect composition of chords
Harmony

We dance around the room in subtle avoidance so not to expose our secret
Doing the secret lovers dance of wide staring eyes and shy telling eyes to the ground
Grounded in your intellect and zeal for life, you give me life, you tempt me to live
I am alive, I can feel pulsations doing a spectacular rotation throughout my anatomy
Studying your physique, bright smile and the words drifting from your perfect lips
Your tongue challenges the secrets of my heart to reveal themselves
This is a revelation to start a revolution for love, to send out a petition
Petition my emotions to break free and immerse themselves into joy
Immersion of our two planets becoming one and aligning with the stars
Starring on the grand stage of show and tell and give it all you have
You can have all of me
Everlasting

The universe has rotated into this perfect position
Positioning the day that I would meet my destiny in physical form
Forming a halo of serenity in the air for me to breathe
Breathing in all of his energy and wondering who he is and when he will be mine
Mine today and mines tomorrow; they are one in the same
We have the same last name, the same intoxicating smile and the same love struck look
Look deep into me and come let us be one from this day forward
Moving forward from a stranger of new acquaintance to my lifelong lover and friend
Friendly conversations to pass the days into infinity filled with kisses
Kissing the sweet tears of happiness from my face, he makes me content
I'm in love with a stranger
Complete


(8/27/14)

Goodbyes are difficult

Goodbyes are difficult, especially when they last for a long time. On the last day we met I said, "Good morning!" and went on to explain how I do not get to see you much and I wanted to know how you were getting along. You replied with cheer as you always did, dressed in red and a light of happiness radiating from you.

We went our separate ways as our day began and fulfilled our daily duties. When the day concluded, I was drawn to your classroom and popped in for a chat. This was out of the ordinary, but I now know that God needed us to speak one last time. He wanted to show me your kindness and generosity. He wanted me to understand fully what it means to be humble and positive. You were a brilliant example of what it means to be a friend to all, a loving mother and teacher.

Our goodbye has been a defining moment in my life. I have learned what it means to be "a light." You were "the light" in this place because you only brightened us with positivity. It was the way you walked, the way you talked, and what you did.

This goodbye has been difficult, but I still keep a "good morning" in my heart along with your smile, good energy, and joy. I will continue to carry a piece of your light to keep shining in this place.

In remembrance of Iboyla "Ibi" Ryan

The Heart of the Matter

See, what's the matter is the heart of the matter
Where the unconscious refuses to access the subconscious, which cannot move into the conscious,
Which fuels a blissful stupidity which we commonly refer to as society.

The heart of the matter is not police brutality or racism, but it is the lack of self-love,
Which produces a mass of people with no identity
And without an identity there is no sense of belonging.

Therefore, I say to you that the root of the problem is not a broken justice system,
But systems unchallenged by just rationale;
Only equity can balance the scales of injustice.

The broken family resonating in communities creates matter that breaks the heart
And the teachers have been disempowered and directed to teach to a standard
And that standard socializes the youth in the same circle of ignorance.

You see, what's at the heart of the matter is selfishness, pride and insecurities
All of which we lock in a special place in our hearts to be circulated throughout our bodies
And via the circulatory system hate is recycled and passed on through conception and multiple births.

The eye can be deceived, but the heart sees truth without looking
And at the heart of the matter is the unconscious refusing to identify with privilege
The subconscious resting comfortably in its social category of being a first world nation.

The unconscious resting on a foundation of lies that builds monuments of wealth
While the subconscious is perched elegantly on the ledge watching death run through the valley
And the conscious is diminished because it neglects to be proactive, to be extraordinary, to arise.

So, in understanding the heart of the matter I can pledge to stand in a position that seeks wisdom,
Denies privilege, models positivity, understands oneness in humanity, and perpetuates an agape love.

                                                                                                                                 Photo by ROBERT COHEN/Ap

What should I be?

Should I be a Tupac Shakur flowing with lyrics to inspire my listeners and those that disagree with my image?
Should I be a Johann Sebastian Bach and enrich contemporary arts with my skills and creativity?
Should I be Langston Hughes and take part in this 21st century renaissance of enlightenment and self-discovery?
Should I be a Barack Obama and stand on the world stage and be judged for having my own opinions?
Should I be a Marcus Garvey and organize a back to Africa movement so we can learn the true roots of our vines?
Should I be a Mother Teresa and make it my life mission to care for the sick and poor?
Should I be a Maya Angelou and let my experiences fuel my written expressions?
Should I be a Common and rap about uncommon things, touch the common person and worry not about plaudits?
Should I be an Albert Einstein with a brilliance that inspires my students and a poetic science that revolutionizes life?
Should I be the oppressed who are submissive and heavily burdened with the weight of institutional power?
Should I be a leader who is submissive and heavily burdened with the weight of institutional privilege?
Should I be what people expect me to be?
Should I be more?
Should I be less?
Should I be who I am?