true cents for poe' sense
Anything is nothing unless someone makes something of nothing to be anything someone wants to let live.
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
roots eyes
Monday, September 20, 2010
Hmmm. . .
I love to see her happy
But I hate for it to be because of somebody else
And I’ve never had her be mine
Like valentines
I wonder if she wonders when I’ll wander into her wonders and have her wander into what wonders my universe holds
Monday, August 16, 2010
Heavenly Father
Oh heavenly father, please do us part to mark the days of a cold haze. Replace the chase and make haste the grace. Engrave the praise that must be placed unto you.
I seek to the treat / of a feat to keep feet
Alive, strive for a life / where strife never arises
I demise the plan / to destruction of nature
An obstruction on paper / is just as worse
As a curse put on voices / so they’ll be voiceless
The choices must be open / to those who be coping
Stroking the hands of time / so they’ll be provoking
Good fortune, that’s an orchard / food for thought
Bought for sell, but a cell / is just a box to block
The sights of a better future / so suit ya self
Gain the wealth within / to find health without
Heavenly father / be my martyr / I will follow / your shadow / fill hollow hearts / solve in parts / so they’ll be in peace / relearn to love again / and live forever
The mind to define / a line of signs /
to align with a divine / shine but remind /
yourself about the wealth / that makes and creates
to affirm success / the best of the specs
respect the wrecks / and let the rest chess
checker your beats / so each move is to keep
you from losing / choosing or using
the moving as cruising / don’t be abusing
your power to complex / on the universe
follow the course / and of course say your verse
it’ll go heard / cause happiness is the word
Heavenly father / be my martyr / I will follow / your shadow / fill hollow hearts / solve in parts / so they’ll be in peace / as they learn to love again / and live forever
Times get hard, its apart / of life, we all know that /
but there’s a fact that the pact / between you and god /
Is no façade / but such an act of gratitude/
A magnitude of blessings / are ever resting /
On your face / if you replace the hate
And elevate a smile / in its rightful place
Make haste on casting / a role on other people
Cause there’s no show / just tell your piece
And please believe / it just better be received
Well, if you’ve not done well / hell might be waiting
But that’s inside / no need to abide
With beauty if you won’t admire what is free
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
The Dream (Part 1)
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
From the bottom of my lungs I wish I could scream
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
But I can’t even be heard from the bass that rocks the asses of the masses
What happened to our Casius?
This atlas has no more freedom fighters
No more freedom righters
No more freedom writers
No more freedom wrighters
So everyone is LEFT with UNSPOKEN WORDS that have BROKEN WINGS
And they never get a chance to fly
Or feel the breeze on their faces
Because hell is on their backs
So everyone is out here on the attack
Thinking since it’s a recession that they’ll be progressing if they steal the jewels of homes they’ve never felt
Where’s justice then?
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
Do you remember his dream? Or maybe her reality? Or even, our life?
We wait for occurrences to procure instances of instant access to safety
Thinking, lately it’s not as safe as it used to be when I was younger
But don’t you remember there are kids out here too
What about those who know dreaming is just not going to happen so they live in their nightmares?
Waiting for the monsters to break into their homes and deport them to
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
We forget that there’s war in our cities
It’s a pity that I have to judge such a person that is human
Like mirrors don’t even work anymore
We’re shattered with broken homes, lost grades, an American Dream
Moms strung to some strong lungs belonging to a loss of longing
Pot popped into pops tops cause of lax influx of taxes
It’s the attacks on our own people that equal no regal doms
Kingdoms trying to stay alive because their profile is young, black, Hispanic, male, that has yet to learn his greatness, his peace, his manhood
Queendoms trying to be reborn with a newborn thinking it will in turn make them that much younger that life has yet to be lived
We all wait for a day when we won’t hear sirens dancing instead of our gratitude
We wait for a day when we won’t hear bullets whispering instead be mute for togetherness
We wait for a day when justice just is what it is when it is justified
We wait until we,
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
But maybe we need a wake up call to dial into our responsibilities and take action
Maybe, we need deaths to brings us back to life in order to
“Let freedom ring,
Let freedom ring”
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Hispanish?
Hispanish?
Mis people are misunderstood
Mis people are misunderstood
My jente are malentendido
How can you stand there, I mean, sit there and tell me
That if I look like an alien then I’m not human
What makes you more of an American?
Except that you already live HERE
Land of the free, but we’re willing to pay taxes too
And work minimum wage not because of stereotypes
But, because, have you ever lived THERE
It’s a place called Honduras, Mexico, Nicaragua, Haiti, Ghana
And now, there’s also, U.SA
See, mi Tia calls it U.SA
It makes me wonder how you sir can judge me
By my brown tone of the roots that bore me
The hair that is too strait to get braids
The hard working qualities that are required to stay alive in a place where most people live off of a $1 a day
The four last first names, all from my ancestors
The freedom of speech, libertad de palabra
Tengo poder en este Mundo
I have power in this world, right?
Since our president is Negro
And we’re always talking about colors but at least they all got along in boxes
Now we’re all in boxes, unless we unite
Become encircled in Enchiladas, Tamales, Pollo Frito, muy rico
But the rich never tasted something so delightful
Unless they count their money
It’s funny; a dollar here is 18 lempiras
And I’m still much wealthier when I’m living for my family
I at least have a home and a community that consists of an aunty here, aunty there, tio aquí, tio allá, nieto por aquí, another cousin from a friend, and then most importantly,
My mother and father who taught me to speak up
Especially when languages no oyen don’t hear the screams of help
Ayudame, por favor, y yo te ayudo,
Unless you think of my hand out as a slap in the face
To someone who doesn’t have to struggle with being new to these parts of town