Poetry

I find salvation in you
Conformed by manipulation
Human thought changed and bent
I have found forgiveness in you
Your ability to recreate out of nothing
Proving that existence alone is beauty
Your grace has guided me
Showing me truth and mercy
Life is about flexibility and freedom
You provide me with structure and discipline
Forcing creation,not yet bound by limits
Not yet bound by rules, just free to release
Eternal teacher: magnificent reflection, powerful mirror
Flipping confusion and destruction, focusing in on frustration
Perception and inflection has become everything through you
I have found balance. True internal peace
A scale to weigh my thoughts and a place to rest my emotions
Though the tipping may never be known
The value lives on

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Let Her Shine: Happy Born Day Sis: aka BlackPosImage

this is dedicated to a strong influence in my life. she helps keep me grounded in every area. i love her so much!!!! its unbelievable the bond we have.thank you for every unsaid word, expressed emotion, and laugh. enjoy your birthday sis (brittney greene aka miss www.blackpositiveimage.com)


I was born alone. Stuck between two males chromosomes. Raging lion and bull. I met she. Familiar face, free spirit, beautiful smile. The epitome of a solar connection. With each breathe I can feel our energy connected. Consumed by the stars, and elevated by the sunshine. We are equally divine. Having been birthed 10 days apart, riding waves, separated for years, to grow alone... only to create powerful beauty together. She is my brothers best friend. The other end of the Ocean waves. An Eclipse of knowledge surpassing moons of ignorance. Knowledge bearer. Spoon feeding intelligence with desire, love, and hope. A magnificent spirit. Pushing reality to the bounds on the world, and redefining what real is. The new mold that doesn’t stay concrete. She is my friend. Finishing expressions with emotions, and hugging my intellect. We collide to create a masterpiece. And today is her day! Our month of movements, motionless, walking life without fear, speechless yet each word falls eloquently to the page. She is a writer, just like me. A warrior, staggering to maintain never losing foundation, she is a pillar of love. Its number one advocate. My sister. Never birth from stones far apart, we are connected. Even through silence. My soul sistah.

Happy earth day sis! Love you.

Exploring: Saul Williams

Saul Williams aka Niggy Tardust… is profound. Stuck in his own world, never silent to the realms of reality nor trapped by its limits. Having attended Morehouse for acting and philosophy and then to go on to graduate from New York University in acting, Williams has dipped in every realm: spoken word, writer, poet, father, actor, musician, speak of the mind, advocate of the heart… explore his words... and create your own interpretations.

I fell in love with s√he in college. In which he explores love, and the birth of his daughter. One of my favorite pieces:

I PRESENTED
My feminine side
With flowers

She cut the stems
And placed them gently
Down my throat

And these tu lips
Might soon eclipse
your brightest hopes

Instantly I was pulled in and had to buy everything with his name on it. (Except I have yet to buy The Seventh Octave)

,Said the shotgun to the head…an example of the new epic piece. An ongoing poem... split and altered by pages, commas, punctuation, font sizes and color. Each page connected with the next in some aspect; however each could also hold its own space in time. As the pages count down... the energy and level of connection soars. He starts the book with this introduction:

*This book is the result of a kiss. A kiss that brings symbols to life and fear-based shortcomings to their symbolic death. To be kissed by a deity is nothing short of a miracle. The mind altering/altering effects can last more than a lifetime. Here is the account of a man so ravished by a kiss that it distorts his highest and lowest frequencies of understanding into an incongruent mean of babble and brilliance. He wanders the streets disheveled and tormented by all that he sees that does not reflect her love. He is a wandering man, sort of like a modern day John the Baptist, telling of the coming of a female messiah that he has known intimately. He is the babbling man you cross the street to avoid. He is the unavoidable end before the new beginning. He is a lover in search of a greater love. SHE is ONE and many: Kali, the Hindu goddess of destruction and creation; Oya, the Yoruba orisha of death and rebirth; the Holy Ghost, which is to say, the women restored to her place in the Holy Trinity. No longer ghost, no longer virgin, SHE is the mother of us all.

The Dead Emcee Scrolls: The Lost Teachings of Hip-Hop, a complement of 7 sectioned poems, and then his personal journal pieces. Williams explores the realm of possibility of having to decipher 7 scrolls that were found in a subway. He leads you on his path, lyrically and literary, while you explore how words can ride beats, and emotions can spring rhymes so eloquently. This was a big time favorite for the men in my life that write, bless the mic, and need motivation to keep words moving through them. ( a dope YouTube!!! )

Works:
•The Seventh Octave, 1998, Moore Black Press ISBN 0-9658308-1-0
•She, 1999, MTV/Pocketbooks ISBN 0-671-03977-6
•,said the shotgun to the head, 2003, MTV/Pocketbooks ISBN 0-7434-7079-6
•The Dead Emcee Scrolls, 2006, MTV/Pocketbooks ISBN 1-4165-1632-8

www.saulwilliams.com


Quote...

"Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again - the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world's greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding"
— Saul Williams (Said the Shotgun to the Head)

The Amerikkkan Life

Ahhhh... I want to say i wrote this in 2007... rewind.

The Amerikkan Life

To my brothas
My mothers
The men women
They dont scream spare me
They cry liberate me
From the daily
Struggle to survive
The Amerikkkan life

Those political prisoners
Captured due to the
Governments inabilities to compromise
To sacrifice
Power in hopes of
Some type of equality
Taking up extra space
Using their time
Enslaved by the system
When all they wanted
Was to thrive
The American life

To the hustlers
On the block
The strippers at the spot
The illegal grinds
That constantly diminish
Your body and mind
But pumps your pockets
With I hope enough
To gain determination
To have ambition
To get out one day
And defeat the struggle
The American life

To the brothas intertwined
In the fight against the man
In hopes to unite justice
The college student continuing to do
Even against all odds
The corporate
America Survivor
To the 9 to 5 divers
Swimming in trenches
Of corruption
Just in hopes of making it
In this world
The American life

For a single parent
Trying to pay the bills
Changing granny’s name to momma
Cuz kids only know what they see
Only learn what they
Parents feed
When all that is real
Breaking a sweat
To get by in
The American life

For the givers
The donators
Compromisers
Takers
The doers
The leaders
Who follow paths
To the know alls
Trying to maintain structure
The golden pot
The kings
The gods
Princes wifing dimes
To live out a fantasy
Of independent grinds
Of making it alone
But still stuck
In poverty
The hood
A borough that aint never gonna change
Cuz all else hasn’t
So the struggle
The fantasy
Still remains
Trying to live
The American life

Shit
This is for the fallen
Remembrance for those
Who have fought the battle
And lost it
To time
Let us pour one for those
Whose bodies survived as examples
Repeatedly depicting the
Reality of lack to overcome
Crime Money
The system
The fight still rages against Corruption
For the slain
The sick
And the lost Fighting hard with
That strong desire to end our struggle
This bull shit American life
Let me end this
Wit a trophy
For us
(Fuck them)
For our people
Who are dying to live
But struggling in the fight
For those who aint scarred
Of the truth
The 5% who understand
Those who appreciate our roots
Them dudes who know what we all need to do
Let us stand up for them
Raise our fist for them
Cuz with out their hope and dedication
No one could make it through!!
Fuck this American life

Guest Showcase: J'Aimmee aka iTmeans_iLOVE(twitter)

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Branded by Disgrace

She was branded by disgrace
A young woman whose life didn't match her face
Whose life didn't match the face.
The façade.
She was branded by disgrace,
The back of her shoulders burned
With the marks of common fate.
Her back and her shoulders weighed down by
All God's missing grace
God missed her, so she left Him
And he, he took her.
He took her life with every blow to her face,
With every thrust below her waist,
With every tear poured out her face...
And she grew, lifeless.
She was branded with HIS disgrace.
Face and lips, no hips and lips
Hips and Fist...her face, his fist.
Bruised, broken, battered, torn
BRANDED...with his fist
And with his lips...with Disgrace.
And he left her lifeless, with just a face
A façade; a lifeless mirage.
And through all this, all she wanted to know was...
WHERE WAS GOD!?
When he took her shattered innocence
For braze and barren offering
Where was God?
When, even though she was told she was beautiful,
He showed her, her beauty wasn't enough?
Where was God when his lust
Left her in shattered shreds of innocence
Shattered, shredded, innocent.
Bruised, branded, disgraced.
A lifeless body, a pretty face.
Covered by a façade
A glowing smile and bright eyes
A confident strut with her head held high.
A million questions in her mind
And she never inquired "why?"
But better yet "where?"
Through all these trials, she asked me, Where?
Where was God?
She asked me and I told her.
You see, He was right there.
Every time, He was standing right there...right here
See He was there that day
Pulling on the strings that brought up the sun in the sky
On that one beautiful morning, where for once,
She didn't have to cry.
He was the one pulling on the side of her lips,
So that even through all her strife,
She could continue to bless the world with her smile.
He was there...when somebody else chose to ask her why?
When someone else saw her cry.
When her story changed all those lives...
The whole time he was right there...
Waiting for her to open her eyes
To realize...
That, yes, she was branded by disgrace.
But only so through her life
She could brand others with His grace.

- J. A. Louis

Reflection: there is purpose in every thing. Find the meaning and purpose in your life. Aim high. Reach beyond the scope of your hands. Do expect things to come easy, and instead be willing to work for it. You are only as strong as the pillars holding you up… remember your system can be faulting if your foundation is weak. Realize that you cant do it alone… do not walk blinded.

Planning and Preparing for your GOALS

Thursdays this month my focus has been development...whether professional or life skills. Last Thursday I posted about the importance of knowing your purpose and being able to vocalize or write your mission statement. Today, I am going to keep building on this and touch on the value of walking through and writing down your goals in life. I’m sure many have heard that writing things helps to actualize them, which I too believe. In addition everything needs planning and preparation. We have desires for many things in this world. But are we always ready to receive them when they come??? How prepared are you to receive that big career boost or change, a free ride to continue your education, a soul mate, or move to a new city or state. Have you actually thought about what you would say or do if someone presented you with all your desires?

So in short why is it important to work on your goals?
• Writing them helps you think about your priorities
• Plan to accomplish
• Preparation for when the goal is achieve… Before/After.
• A reminder and point of focus…
• Find purpose in others, assistance in achieving your goals.

So let’s try this out... grab some paper... and get to thinking, writing, planning, and preparing for a successful life.

•Long term goals (10 years)
•Short-term goals (5)
•Immediate goals (6 months to a year)
•What is the most important? (3)
•What could get in my way?
o List some obstacles to accomplishing your goals
•What actions do I take to meet my goals?
o What resources will I need?
•Who can help me?
o List family members, friends, coworkers who can help you meet your goals
•When do I start?
•Write down a kickoff date for taking action, Indicate when you hope to accomplish the goal: Start date and End Date

Types of Goals
•Career Goals
o Getting a promotion
o Reach a certain professional level
o Learn a new job skill
o Complete a project in a specific amount time
•Financial Goals
o Earn certain amount of money in a specific time
o Get rid of debt
o Set up an investment plan
•Educational Goals
o Earn credits towards a degree
o Take adult education class
o Advance your education
•Health and Fitness Goals
o Work out three or four times a week
o Join a health club
o Have an annual checkup
o Quit smoking
o Eat nutritious food
•Community Involvement
o Volunteer with a specific organization
•Aim for greater Self-Understanding
o Work to become less anxious, jealous, or insecure.
o Meet new people and make new friends
o Personal self improvement goals
•Spiritual Growth
o Set aside time to think about what matters spiritually,
o What keeps you elevated, content, and stable through tough times
•Leisure Time
o Relax more
o Plan a trip
o Make time for a hobby
o Make time for self

burning desire...

There is a burn in my soul. Silently I succumb to my bodies desire to release. a burn in my soul to let all the wounds, emotions, spirals of thoughts, and consciousness exhale. The itch supersedes any real life priority, expectation, or circumstance. It simply is the continuation of each breath. Moments of time captures in frames, second by second… I explode, having lost pieces of myself. Yet gained something even more valuable. Trembling, shaking with confusion, I no longer want to feel the need. Addicted to the concept of letting each letter roll of my tongue, drip down my heart and dive into my chi, only to infect every inch. An addict. Without movement, without expression…without visual thought. I believe I would perish. Soak into the concrete of every limit, every rule, every law created to redefine the meaning of life. I would crumble, into piece so small I would never be able to identify myself. It seems for with my attempts to catalog my presence, it simply only furthers my questioning. My desire to get free from addiction, only entices exploration. A wonder so great, and powerful, must be stopped. Calculating each move, I want to end this craving for more. Yet it’s strength increases exponentially. Constantly reaching a new high. Facing days alone, seeking block, and withdrawal. Profound blessings always come home. Thus the burn continues. Waking me in my sleep. Scratching at the doors of anxious creation and this is why I write.