The Day Michael Jackson Died

My friend, my lover asked me a question
A question that sent me even farther apart from television

All the channels showed me one death
A death of the Icon Michael Jackson
But it did not show the other lives that were yet to be deceased

And I’m neither shocked nor appalled
I knew this was going to happen
This, this thing we call life

And we forget that there are millions of others out there
I understand he was amazing, and such a Thriller
But he is no less of a genius now than he was before
Of course he is family and he will be missed

But what about the ones we will truly miss if something happened
The ones who are never too far from arms reach
So we deem them worthy of this word called friendship
As we try to figure out what the reason for chemotherapy really is
Only to understand and realize, realize and understand
I mean, I had a thought but I didn’t quite know what it was for

The internet is helpful for information but it’s never an aid for mending hearts
So how can I answer her question when no one is watching
No one is trying to find the answers to cure cancer
They’re watching reruns of headlines that don’t need to be shown to the world
It’s ok if a loss or a win is personal
And kept inside four dimensional walls called a Home

Maybe we’re just stuck in a cell that tells us,
“Michael Jackson Dead At 50.”

Maybe if it had said something like,
“I Only Asked Because My Friend Is Doing Chemo…”

…would we understand that it doesn’t matter about stars
Or how bright they shine, but it matters most
How long after they’re gone that they still keep on shining
Even if we don’t see them anymore
Or how bright they shine even if inside everyone else is dying with them

D. K.

Roses, tulips, lullabies,
Swirls, butterflies, galaxies
And other words for poetry

She says, “Make me a poem”
And that’s what comes to mind

Only because as poets we’re supposed
To “stay away” from daffodils, angels, and heaven
Because it has now become “cliché”

Doves, kisses, and chocolate covered dreams
Seem to be as far distant as the distance that’s between us
The year to “change the world” is over
But there are those who Poet and those who read
So in a way we’re never too far

We stay in between words that hold space
Between the letters f, r, i, e, n, d, s
And you’ll always find us somewhere in between
Playing hide and seek with reality
Because we know sometime soon we have to go home

So we stay bound to trains that lead us to our hometown
Waiting for a friend to come home
Waiting for a poem to talk for us
Waiting…just waiting
Waiting for a poem from the other one

And I’m not one for dedications
Or admirations
Or any ions that binds people together
But chemistry always seems to be my friend

So I thank you for somehow finding my words
As appealing as the smile that is happiness
I thank you for “marry me?”
I thank you for thanking me
But most importantly I thank you
For being you, because without u there’s no us

So a toast to friendship
A toast to cupcakes, tea, picnics, beautiful,
Cute, dimples, subliminal, creations, world
Most importantly for words,
And language

So I can actually say them to you

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Once you go to the website you'll click on "Feeling Poetic?".
After clicking on that, you will see my name.
You can click on my name and that will take you to some published poems.

Enjoy.
One.

CORVette KiD

Live.

Sometimes we forget to live.
I forget to give you breath.
I forget to forget

And then I remember
I remember everyone in life.
I remember everyone in death.

I get scared, nervous that one day will no longer be one day.
It might turn into my forever.
When will I learn about today?
About my present?
About my now?

I can't believe my thoughts.
So I let them sky the horizons.
I let them star in their own galaxy.

And in the end I forget to remember,
Life is Death.
Death is Life.

Which one are you living?
I'm dying to live.

I'm back...what more do you want. (old)

I'm not the best. Just human. My silly only humors at the right time. So the bright times that my whiles sublime is only when smiles shine. Lights way for ppl to enjoy laughter when casters plast. Adds a mask to cuts and bruises. Its the fuses that get through scars that abuse the pain. I feel your strain, so I understand. Under hand my help so others can climb higher. I'm not the buyer because I don't pay for your sense. I let it cents, pay wat it can. Comprehend wat I can get from your life to learn to learn about mine. I don't undermind, I just over bind. Find a way to connect so you don't see unbending lines. Blind yourself in images of perfection. Even if flaws make you lose affection for yourself. Its the health seen in reflections that make your body better. Headers for essays that want you in magazines. Add the feigns, they want more of you. And you've never failed life if they still aint got the core of you. The sore of you will heal if you accept the pain. Affect the rain that covers your sky. Don't rely on umbrellas to get fellas off your back. Let them fall in the puddles that huddle around compounded soil. Its the toil that makes you hurt but to work through it keeps you standing. heading out into sunny spots of greenery. A scenery of landscapes that let you escape this hell hole. That's why I help wit your search in self whole. So when the time comes you can spread your wings. Head your springs so your flowers can bloom. And when it feels like its the tomb, the end of the world, don't let things consume, no need for pearls. A sacrifice to suffice your mistakes. Take them and make them into lessons learned. Agression burns but your eyes brighten the room better than fumes of fire. So if you plan to retire, admire the heights you've conquered. You're makin history even if the books don't show it. They haven't captured the rapture you've mastered. So be what you can and when I catch up to you we can enjoy your success as well as the stress we made it from. Come home after, like a big holiday. Celebrate the greatness that paintings couldn't create. Levitate from your thoughts to reflect on my coughs. The ones you gave to me when you blessed me. When you rest me in piece don't forget to come. Ill be waiting there to tell you heaven is already in my city. In the pretty diamond that shines on the reflection of the suns surface. So don't curve this on me because my potential is not where its supposed to be. It hasn't gotten there like it has for you. Like it has for you, like it has for you.

One Thought

I met two ppl today...

One had a rose. Passin petals for hand outs. Tryin to find money for food when wats left was just lost petals.

One had a question of hand outs. I didn't know wat to do. I was on the train (metro rail) goin home. I was lost in my music. Just walking in and sitting down. I put my leftover food in the seat next to me under my City Year jacket. I sat there thinking about life. (Life is thoughtfully thought over by me and it means everythin that still needs to be done) I was waiting for my stop. Then, out of nowhere, I feel a tap on my back. I turned around, "Can I have your leftovers? Are you going to eat it for dinner?" "Yes, I am. Sorry, I don't have anything either." I turned around and kept listening to my music. I thought about it. It dawned on me, when is it a good deed, or just a good seed? Am I to help those that go hungry even when I'm starved? Am I to help those who need nourishment to grow a "pass it forward" ripple? I didn't know. So I just sat there. Stared at the floor and thought of my life. The train stopped at Brickell. It somehow paused, it didn't leave as quickly as it does. It hit me again, do things happen to me so I can be the Superman, the Super Hero? I'm no Super Hero. I'm just human. Then the doors closed and the train kept going. I thought about everything. I've been hungry for so long. Why should I share my niblets? Why should I trust someone that asks for hand outs when I'm always willing but unsure if its for the good part of being alive? But I heard his voice echoing, "Can I have your leftovers?" And it wasn't "can I have some money for food?" Is there a difference? I think there is. Food keeps the heart warm. It makes the hunger pains vacation for another day. Hopefully, they never come back. Before the train stopped I got my things together. I looked at my jacket, just the logo. City Year. I told myself that its my job to serve. That's why I joined. But am I always serving? I didn't think so. I got up, because my stop was next, and looked back. I saw their eyes. They had bags, litterly. Both under their eyes pregnant with sorrows and hopes as well as bags on their shoulders like their homes went wherever they roamed. It was a long day for both of us. I knew it too well. I stood there waiting for the doors to open. And I couldn't decide whether to give unto others or supply myself with fat for my bones. What happens when my bones dig their own graves? Maybe I'm just graved. Filled with choices when I didn't have them years ago. So I stumble backwards and then I knew it was for a reason. The doors opened. I thought about it again. And then I just...

If I'm in your dreams,
let me sleep so I can dream you into mine.
There we will meet and become one not only in verbs but with words.

Just tell me, so I know when to start dreaming.

I'll dream a dream that dreams its dreaming
because who thought it ever to be in your thoughts.
To live when everything else is asleep.
Yet, I lay awake wondering how did I walk so far into someone's home.
I don't know...but it feels good.

Just good. Not great because it's only that when you're around and not when I'm thinking.
I'm thinking, I'm thinking, whatever happens in a dream is luck or a shock to me.
Never thought i'd meet you in my sleep.
Somehow I also find you in between lines hiding
so I'll never find out what your dream was really about.

I hope I never find out Just so my real self knows that I once was thought of.
Then when I lay in bed I can sleep counting that one time over and over as if it were petals on weeds.
See, I'm a broken down flower with thorns that are as old as my color.

I'll be your flower, even if it's broken by the stem.
Hold me tight when the wind blows and I'll never let you go.

My Hero (old)

My hero is amazing

She is as bright as the rays on midday summers
She controls minds with inaudible lips that euphonize
And when she speaks lullabies symphonize notes to paralyze attention
She can change moods with kiddie humor
She saves the world, well, more like a household at a time

My hero can do flip after flip, and still chase me down
She can elevate a frown so high heavens hues hover under toes
She is as strong as an Ox when knee scrapes pause play
Because she only stops to say, “Ouch. A boo-boo. Oh bubbles.”

With two year old fingers too small to grasp dreams she can make it seem as though reality is a reverie
My hero can protect me from days sorrow and give me hope for tomorrow
She stretches sediments of questions so wide answers swim across oceans floor
With no effort my hero can move mountains mounted on shoulders too frail to carry loads
She can tell tales that make you dress up like
She combines food with handshakes and handclaps to create a pastel of greens and whites to fill the floor

My hero’s hair contains curls combined with ribbons too cute for church
My hero can be found napping throughout the day
My hero comes with hugs and kisses after long days away
My hero just got out of diapers and I love her

A Hand Out

Hold my hand…
Its cold isn’t it?

Well, now I know how your heart feels
You know you don’t have to hurt anymore?
You don’t have to die anymore
You don’t have to cry anymore

I can take the blame
I won’t be Akon though

Songs just cycle,
Words just change,
And my promise promises

Who am I to tell you to believe in me?

Don’t believe in me
Believe in your heart
Believe the warmth hands bring when gloves have done their part
Let me know if you need another hand
I’ll call my friends and they’ll be our friends

Then if I’m along I can call you
Because I’ll know you’ll come around
And when the cycle recycles it will feel
As though everyone has been here all along

But then, the handouts won’t feel like hands out
Because my hand will be reaching up instead of out

Dream

Dreams

I once dreamt my house was heaven
Because my parents were Gods
And I was their angel

I’m sent back to hell though
When shell holes the lost souls in this world
I’m sent back to hell though
When I hear echoes of the Metro don’t let go
Don’t let go those who want to leave everything behind
Like the pellets in between the cracks of the city

Who knew a life can be gone in seconds?

One shot to the head
Because knowledge seemed too great
For him to know and another to accept as sense
They thought college wouldn’t take him
Farther than the sounds of sirens dancing in chaos
So who are they, Playas of the game?
No, hatas of the frame, raiders of new dreams
No more new teams, its just Old G
Back to the fights that battled the war

I’m sent back to hell
I’m sent back to hell
Who knew a life can be gone in seconds?

One shot to the heart
Because what he stood up for
Seemed too great to be discussed
When others loved to disagree on the lines of greed
They feed on teaching the wrong right
But what happens when they turn too many lefts?
Are they left back on the tracks that got them there in the first place?
There’s no replace for a face that just leaves traces

He still reached out for handouts
But found out that the lights after the tunnel
Wasn’t freedom but a revolver
Revolving around his head one final moment

He dreamt his house was heaven
His parents were Gods
And he was their angel

I can't write (sometimes)

I can’t write what I want
Seems like I don’t word because I want to feel it myself
I’m greedy, feed me, I’m needy, seed ye
I do tell read sees, I share what I read in seas
Lands also have my steps
Just watch them be washed away by waves
Faves stay engraved if paid to stay for help
Well, it ain’t hell even if shells melt the belts in males
Its hail to those who reign then pour their power
My showers tower over the fire to stop the wire from tire burns
It’s all satire, hi liars
This is all a parody, I savor thee
This is major greed, this is hater needs
I stay high top because I’m not old like high tops
I’m new like a brew for few sips to tip the waiter
I’m braver, you don’t need a soldier to hold ya’
Told ya my battles not over
I don’t hold an Ak, more like a may day
May one day you see what I see
Red in my eyes, not as a disguise for lack of sleep
More like a stack of beats
You can add my passion
Divide it to fractions but I got the action
Here’s my fashion,
I don’t wear the mansions
I wear the lacks in this state where real is being sold
I’m an estate, your land if you can’t find I at home
I’ll be your home if you need a door
Close your life to negativity
It’s all nice and no animosity
This has to be random words that curl up on lonely days
Hey, its just one of them only days
Only these days where words make sense
They work for money so they make cents
I’m bent up because I chill backwards
Never working too hard, more like enjoying the scars
It’s the war you live through the makes the far star closer than dreams deferred
I’m well preferred, well aware, here I’ll stop right here

I know what makes me tick, I know what makes me tock

I tick to the click of a pen that's brought to life
I tick to the tips of lips that testify
I tick to the hips that keep eyes open
Scoping a way into getting peace with pleasure
But that's what ticks me

The tock just mocks the sweet of ticks
The tock just locks itself in a life of lust
The tock just rocks the depressin' memories
Memorize the dark clouds, rainy days
But that's what tocks

Take a stop to look at this
This and that makes no sense when left alone
But that's what ticks, and that's what tocks.

I'm lost in a box to think inside of
Because that's society and it's eyeing me
Trying to see if they find a mistake within
But my life just ticks and tocks itself to death where I'm left without a choice
And I don't need one because I died trying to live
And that was my destiny

Life

Good company is as great as the Saharan Horizons.
I go Ape when visitors visit my world.
We got connections like Verizon.
Give me a call if you're ever alone.
I'll be there because There's No Mountain High Enough.
I'm here for you because even when life is down in the drain,
You Got Me.

I'm done...this one actually isn't good...But I'm sure you get the idea.

CWP Slam Jose Robinson 2

Words.

Live. Live...LIVE

Heaven. Heaven...HEAVEN

Words make LIVE feel like HEAVEN
Heaven feels Live, because this is Real Time
I don't stop life to expect the unexpected

Pause the game so I can win without Reset
Retell, the story because I'll be gloried
Superman of Future battles

I live with no grammar
Because English isn't my first language
Human hearing is my vibrations in the mentals
The voice that's heard when others are too scared to tell the truth

The only reason I speak for you
Is because someone spoke for me
I was unspoken because I didn't know how to talk
Now I have voice, and a meaning
Give me a pen and set a meeting with the World

I need to announce something
I POET

Great Moments

Life. Friends. Laughter.

Life is so great when you actually begin living it.
Do you ever wonder why you weren't alive sooner to experience more?
So then when you'd grow up you'd be a genious.

You could buy yourself happiness.
The happiness that came with the American Dream.
The American Pie.
Where's my piece?

No, really, where is my Peace?
I haven't even been served once.
So my plate stays half full and my cup stays half empty.

I'm thirsty, trying to quench my thirst for success.
I drink myself to sleep because that means midnight dreaming.
I'm dreaming that mid nights I won't have to wake up from nightmares.
They're night scares because even during the day I'm scared.
Afraid that one day I'll die trying to live.

And that's the day you can give all my bones to those who lack a backbone because society has outweighed the options into Recession.
That's the day you can break my heart into the worlds lost passions and give them a reason to LOVE life.
That's the day you can donate my blood to the RED CROSS that's crossed by red tracks that marked the body.
Mark my spot, leave the chalk, there's another one that died tonight.
Don't let that stop me from telling all my Friends I love them.
I'm not scared to leave because I know I've met my angels.

And they, my friends, somehow are able to get to my good side.
And I hate them for bringing the laughter out that I can be.
So I laugh on days when only great moments like a good conversation with two good people about two good opinions can share one good friendship.

I never forget all three, because I need Life to give me Friends that bring Laughter home.

Mom

I’m missing something, will you fill it?
Its here in my heart, can you see this hole here?

I have a hole somewhere in my heart
It’s a hole that can never be filled

In there you’ll find passages that lead you to my deepest secrets
My deepest secrets are napping, only this time its forever
They’re caved in and I’m stuck not sharing my tunnels, or a map of my tunnels for that matter
You see, I’ve never wandered deep into my tunnels because; well, because I’m scared
Terrified, afraid that something is lingering, waiting to haunt me

Maybe I know
No I do know, but I wish I didn’t

Here, I’ll fill you in
I lost a piece of this heart way back when…
Way back when she left me
She left me for God and I don’t know if she even said her farewells
But she was fare and well
The fairest of them all if you ask me
And she is the well in which I sink into every time I think of her

Yea, I wish her well often
Wondering how the coffin fits her
Or if it even was her preferred choice
I’m sure she didn’t even get to decide

She didn’t get to pick her visitors
She didn’t even get to pick her last breath
She didn’t get to pick her flowers

Now the flowers loom
They don’t bloom, they just loom
And when sunshine says, “hi”, they just hide
Just like me,
I hide

I hide away from the truth because I don’t want to accept it
Yes, I see her often
She’s my angel, on my right shoulder
And on my left shoulder I have another one
Another angel I can’t picture the face, so I hold on to the pixels so they don’t shrivel up and die

She never dies, not even in my memories
My mother lives somewhere that’s not my heart
Not because I don’t love her
But because my first word was Luna
The moon; the size of my eyes when they water

The moon has a face I’ve seen too many times
Sometimes I wonder if it’s her looking down
I’m sure she sends me stars to guide me in the right direction
But there’s this affection that’s affecting me
I can’t live life without mom, mother, mami

Not because I need her to sign my permission slips
But because I’m missing something here, here in my heart
I know it’s her past, and my history that’s missing
And I don’t mind asking Pops for answers
But there’s a difference between other fathers and mine
My father is a father, to other kids but myself

I’m just a son, someone’s son
A mother’s son, a father’s son
Who’s going to adopt me from this solemn space I call Home?
I go back to my now, to see how things became
I became a man through lessons learned
The blessings burn because bias brothers bother me
Sisters just steal serenity soon as someone scours my house
And that’s when I find father’s fingerprints falling furiously

One by one, each his own, but teach his grown they never do
So I never learn about Mother
I never learn about Maria
I never learn about “mama”
Because this heart is missing something
Something
Something…

Can you fill it?
Or do I have to go to mom’s grave and pray that she rises from the dead only to hold me one more time and tell me something like,

“Son. You are a grown man now. Yes, times are hard but look at me. I’m playing cards with Death and who knows what I’ll bet on next. Let’s just say that if I play these cards right, I might come back home on time to make dinner. I remember when you couldn’t even eat much. It seems like all that nourishment from foods never fulfilled you like the arms that carried you. I also remember your birth. And I remember the day you forgot your birthday. I was there…I’ve been there the whole time. Now babe, do me a favor. Live by your words. You have the world on your shoulders. They’re waiting for you to fall, but you can be my summer. Shine, shine like there’s no tomorrow…”

Silent Words.

To write is to fall asleep.

I speak of dreams only because that is how I see.

I close my eyes so I can see.



Now you wonder how the blind can see.

They hear what you can't.

Isn't that amazing, no need for grace.
I have silence for that.



Listen.



Do you ever wonder how you miss so much in life?

I do...sometimes.

Only when I lose my mind over those little moments.

And that's when they leave.
Once I've gotten my ink in my veins to write Great Moments

inside my insides so insight is lost even in sight.

I'm lost, lost to the world and the way it turns on its axis.



My galaxy is spinning in the wrong direction.

Don't you know all those stars are my thoughts?

Paper Plate Award

JOY

I want to first apologize for taking so long. My excuse is that I couldn't find the right words to put on this award. I think you are an amazing student. Not only are you smart but you're a silly, helpful, serene being. You are definitely a joy to have around. It has been an honor to serve you and help you with everything. You have brought so much to the team. I see the way you interact with your peers and you have shown great leadership skills. You lead by example and I think that is the best way to lead. Even E has something to say. She sends best wishes and says,
"Even from afar, you take over hearts. Your innocent spirit makes loving you so easy." I couldn't have said it better myself. I think you are a wonderful teammate, student and most of all a wonderful human being. You have traits I wish to conquer. You have a smile of a thousand suns, with each tooth shining a ray of sunshine. So keep on shining. You'll never burn out like the stars, but you'll definitely be a STAR! I can't wait to see you at the top where you belong. When I do, don't forget me. I might need to borrow some money. In reality though, if you ever, ever, EVER NEED ANYTHING please let me know. I mean let us know. We will be glad to be of assistance. Don't hesitate to ask. All I ask of you is to keep being yourself. You are indeed my joy of the year. I wish you the best in life, in money, in wishes, in love, in happiness, and, most of all, in friendships. I wish I could stay here at least another year but unfortunately my life is waiting in Detroit. I will for sure come back to visit and find my lost friend, Jai. If I can't find you, shame on me. I'm sure I'll need to look in the Best Elementary School next year. I'll be back at Dunbar to visit you and all the rest. Stay safe and always smile. I miss you already and I, we love you.
Enjoy.

Life. Love. Live.
J.

&
E.