Risse And Her Flow-a-tree

Touching hands with strangers (first edition)

2011-06-17T18:37:00.000-07:00

I never liked touching hands with strangers
Since being an adult I have felt more freedom about being vocal about it without seeming disrespectful
It is an invasion of space similar to touching my hair
Especially if you do it without my permission
But by shaking your hand I have given you permission to transfer your energy to me, and if I do not know you I'm not sure I'll be comfortable with that
Think about it, when we love, we hold hands with the person we love
You are on the same wavelength and don't mind transferring energies between each other
As a relationship shifts, perhaps hands are held less, perhaps there is less of an inclination to hold hands, and rather claim your own space
It is nice to meet you perhaps, but for some reason I prefer a pound out even a hug and kiss on the cheek depending on the vibe I get from a new person
I'd rather acknowledge the Light or God-being in you and bow than touch your hand with mine
Perhaps as a sentient being I wish to patrol the waters of approaching energies, scanning them and questioning them before allowing them to pass through me.
It is a sign of good faith to allow willingly your hand to touch mine
And my faith lies less in a stranger's hand and more in the stranger's heart.
I believe you are a good person, a being of light, clean, and kind in nature, but it us hard for me to trust all the energies your hands have touched, and if I sense them before touching you it can be overwhelming, and I won't touch you...your hands.
Hands are powerful. Hands store mass amounts of energy. Hands can heal. Hands can create. Hands...
Your hands
Well not touch mine
Until
I
Feel
Your
Soul

Secluded From My Neighborhood

2011-05-22T12:42:00.000-07:00

Secluded from my neighborhood
I never learned to play double-dutch
Sheltered in my home, it was my boyfriend at 17 who taught me how to ride a bike
Parents who wouldn't respond to slang or street talk cuz I went to Catholic school...
Which they paid for & never let me forget it
Living in front of the precinct my whole life, I've actually befriended some
So the words Fuck and The and Po-Po have never been able to be uttered from my mouth in sequence
And actually the sound of a loud police car is rather comforting
Not because I feel more safe and protected persay, just more at home
In fact, one blip of an approaching police car on a summer day is just as nostalgic as the song Summertime in the summer
I never made any friends on the block, much less date any of the guys with their pants down low, and weed hidden in their shoe toe
I didn't know them, and they didn't know me, but to this very day they feel they have some type of right to a free smile at the butt crack of dawn on my early morning commute
No mutha fukka, I don't owe you shit! And no mutha fukka, I don't think I'm better than you!
And sorry mom, I know you paid for my education so that I can use other words in my vernacular to describe my sentiments towards this fellow
But sometimes I just feel like I have to level with them just to get them to understand that no one is "better than" another being
But the fact that they believe this, that they believe themselves inferior, is the sad part
You are beautiful, boy with your pants low and weed hidden in your shoe toe
Yes I think so, but I still don't wanna stop on my a.m.commute to chat it up about how good you think I look, or where I'm from, or why I'm always looking down sad
They don't realize that I'm not walking down Ryer Avenue with my head down because I'm sad, I'm walking down Ryer Avenue with my head down because it's shit-city and I don't wanna step in it
So you wanna talk about my looks, and where I'm from, and why my upbringing has made me appear bourgy
Fine
I have this complexion because of my Chippewa Great Grandparents & mother
The darkest of the indigenous Americans
But also because of her dark skinned Puerto Rican father, and she has straight hair so...
I have this afro because of my Puerto Rican dad...
But we're all black anyway!
And I have no accent because both of them made me speak the king's English
"We'll have no street talk in this house," mom starts
"Because you paid for my education, I know..."
I am no immigrant
Nor were my parents
Or my grandparents
So can you really blame me for having to take a moment to switch gears before speaking Spanish?
Which usually turns into Spanglish anyway
Secluded from my neighborhood, cursing less than the rest, seeking better for myself, removing the glass ceiling & living in Spain, England, & Italy
Secluded from my neighborhood & protected from double-dutch & domino tables & even fire hydrants in the summer
Secluded from your world, in it and not of it
My parents paid for my education, but it doesn't make me better than you
Just more aware that there's a heavier price to pay for ignorance than there is for being educated

A Haiku for Wela

2009-02-03T15:57:00.001-08:00

I love my Wela
Wela with a W
And she loves me back

'09-7=2/2/02

2009-02-02T16:31:00.000-08:00

Seven years ago today

You made my thoughts a reality

It was love at first mind-sight

And although we're not together now

In hindsight it was all right

Seven years ago today at 3:42 am

2-2-02 we thought it to be a sign of a pair of perfection

A match only my dreams could conjure

Someone to talk to

Someone to love, and love me back

Someone on my level who overstands my eccentricities and idiosyncrises

You were the one for me... then.

You were exactly what I needed... then.

You fed my mental, made me laugh, and helped me grow

And now I know what it was all for

It was the door to who I am today

Who I was meant to be sprang from when you and I were "we"

Whom I was meant to love... you helped show me what kind I should be dreaming of

And sometimes when you or I were on the wrong route, you showed me who it was I should forget about

And never dream about

Who I am becoming, a lot is because of you

My confidence now shows; there had been much to improve since you...

Because you didn't soothe me when I shed those tears

And it left me broken, wondering why you couldn't stand it

Now I realize you're a man of logic, and you just felt like tears wouldn't solve it, so why cry knowing that my friends are gone and your dad won't come back...

It took me all these years...

To understand that a boy who heard his mom cry for a man who walked on by, forced a boy to become a man, and resent his girlfriend when she cried

His Pisces mother and his Pisces girl understood too closely the trials of this world

Receptive and sensitive as we might be, I thank you now for being so hard on me

Oddly enough you made me grow tough, and although I may show that soft spot at times, I know now how to take an emotional hit when it comes, a scar will appear, but in the end I overcome... kind of a conundrum

To think that then, if I were just a little stronger, maybe we would have lasted a bit longer... yet I don't regret.

Yet I don't forget.

I'm happy and free, and yes, we were meant to be

But only for a time, and now our ships have sailed

On the shores of young love can we dance no more

But I must thank your for these seven years of friendship

I've found myself -through many hardships

Breaking up with you was the first heartache I lived through

And the ones that followed, I needed less and less tissues ;]

And so again I thank you

Miles of travels and years of experience

And not like you were just and experiment

But people come into your life for a reason, and sometimes the ones that really matter only stay for a season

Sometimes life's more beautiful when you hold a moment in time, retrace your life line, and each second of that moment stands out like a penny among dimes

What we did, where we went, and what we were all about

17 and young and free

We had some real good times you and me...

I don't think I've written a poem about you since the time we were together

But maybe this time its some kind of end to a wonderful book... theraputic, like closure

Speaking of therapy, remember when you swore you were gonna study psychology? We both thought it to be so interesting...I'm sure you still do, and I do too..

But to wrap this up, I'll always remember you

I'll always be your friend...

You will always be in my heart... forever...

The End.

Namaste.

"As the God in me honors the God in you, we are one."

Us can breathe Us. A poem about forgiveness.

2009-02-02T16:27:00.000-08:00

I...(gasping breath) can't...(g.b. again) breathe-ah (again) I... can't...(again) breathe-ah(again)

Wait a minute...

It shouldn't always be about me... We are all one, and so I ask, how are us feeling today?

What do us needs?

What can us do for us?

And how was us day?

And what can us do to make us feel GREAT today?

Sounds like jibberish I know but "things" doesn't go away just cuz "you" (I) don't understand things.

"Things" stay and have their way til you (I) understand "things"...

Even if it's not today but in some other time far away.

(Gasp) I overstand us way of thinking, us reason for doing, and us logic, forgive us... you (I) forgive us.

(Us forgive us.)

And I can't forget

But I don't want to relive

Who beit for me or you not to forgive

(Relieving gasp of breath)

Us can breathe us.

Namaste.

Love Channel... in response to The Miracle on the Hudson VS. (...)

2009-01-17T10:46:00.000-08:00

I was Divinely inspired to create a blog from reading a comment that said "Fuck THAT PLANE IN THE HUDSON, WHAT ABOUT THE MASSACRE GOING ON IN THE GAZA WITH BANNED WEAPONS THAT THE US GOV'T GAVE TO ISRAEL"

nothing against this person's sentiments... but here's what came from them.
my 1st actual "blog" rather than poem
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U gotta send the love out to them, don't shed negative light on a good thing just because there are bad things happening. Be conscious, stay aware, stay motivated, and positive. Send ur love to Gaza, AND the Miracle on the Hudson... to denote either is unwise.
Think good, think Divine...despite what seems to be, there is a good in everything. Although we do not forget the bad, to dwell on negative vibes, rather than use this positive surge to focus love to all of the Universe is a fault & a misstep.
Channeling...
Open your eyes my dear one; you are the one you've been waiting for, and your DNA is swiftly changing, your hardwired brain, reprogramming every second. Re-charge it so that your words and deeds speak the powerful YOU into existence, and not a view from an understated weak minded individual that you are not.
You hold within you, the power to see good in the whole Universe, and it is your duty to shock the world with love for all its workings, be they good or bad; because really there is neither...

I have shared your sentiments for a nano second (even if only to place myself in your shoes) and have come to the conclusion that all that is, is. We are all one, Gaza, the young brotha in Oakland, and ALL 155 survivors of the Miracle on the Hudson, that we needed to shine on in our Spirits -as positive thoughts are much more powerful than sad or angry emotions. This City, NYC, has seen and been through it all; we deserve it to allow ourselves at least one miracle. But mark my words, it won't be the last. In a flash, you will see them happening all around you, and it is neither conspiracy nor movie set, only your brain re-programming itself on a mass scale (ie: the brain of the collective consciousness of this Universe, which we share). The rigidity at which we have aligned ourselves to collectively be is opening up to the possibility of being superhuman. If you really wanted to, you could focus your love energy with a collective and change your perception on the way things are happening and why.

(Lorisse speaking now: sometimes I even think that I have to come out of my happy bubble and face the cold hard fact that evil and violence exist...)

And this statement is slowly becoming an un-truth... Evil, good, man, woman... this world of duality you've created as humans, is merging, it has shifted, and as humans collectively transcend, they will no longer need or want to experience all that is, only bliss. I say "all that is," in the sense that here we have taken the road that leads to human, where our bodies are designed to experience itself (God energy, wants to know itself, and to truly know itself it has to experience all that exists)... but if we decide that we no longer want it to exist, all we have to do is create the possibility of being all powerful, and enlightened/transcended light energies. Then, we can put an end to what goes on when in our weakened state we assume we can do nothing and that evil will always exist; I tell you dear one, evil is losing its grip on this world, and it will no longer be able to sustain itself the more minds that elevate, and the more love in the face of adversity. Please hear me well, the entire state of the Universe rests in you (or the God energy in you/all of us collectively)... and you are swiftly changing. Your are wonderful beings. If only you could see the visions of splendor we see in you when we look at you, it is truly a sight to behold. Don't fret beloved, all is right in the Universe. Namaste and Namaste from Risse as well.

As Above, So Below (Ceiba; The Tree of Life)

2009-01-03T23:56:00.000-08:00

In its imperfection it is perfect
But it can only be imperfect to the perceiver who perceives it so...
Deems it so...
In fact to claim imperfection is escapist
You are of the Creator
Made in the Creators IMAGE & LIKENESS
You are of this perfectly constructed
Universe
You are perfection
Claim it
Be it
You are made of the same elements as
the oceans vast
the stars brilliant
and the moon magnificent
You are he, me, we
I AM GOD AND SO ARE YOU
PARTS OF THE WHOLE
AND ALL OF THE PARTS
Experiencing this life
To experience all that is
There is neither good nor bad
Beautiful nor ugly
Perfection nor imperfection
ALL THAT EXISTS, IS THE ALL THAT EXISTS
Here is the same as there
And as above
So below.

A Parrot Monkey With Scissor(handle) Legs

2008-12-16T13:07:00.000-08:00

this is not a poem about you
this is a poem about all the things you saw me as that weren't true
this is about all the things you wanted me to do cuz you thought you knew who i was
but who i am is what i do
and i don't contradict myself like you
you say you're one thing and then you're not
you say you get me, but i feel like you forgot
let me get in depth so you get what i'm saying
cuz i feel like i lost you, with your mind's attention you are not paying

get it
pay attention
i'll try and go slow
ready?
oh and just so you know this is a poem about friends
and how they start and how they end
from my perspective they come into your life for a reason
you live, learn, have fun with them, but they're only there for a season
don't be mistaken by the ones you keep close
cuz there are those that have their own agenda
here it is
I'll put it to you simply...

A Parrot Monkey
With Scissor(handle) Legs

Parrot
There are those who would be like parrots
Obnoxious & Repetitive
They may gossip, they may like how their own voice sounds.
But they are truly convinced of what they say
And with confidence they give their opinions of who you are without grounds.
And they make sense to themselves no matter what they say.
They assume who you are and in their underdeveloped understanding of you
They claim you to be something you are not
*skwak*> unworthy *skwak*> too unrealistic *skwak*> egotistical *skwak*> pushy
*snip*> I AM WORTHY *SNIP*> God gave me these dreams and my healthy imagination for a reason
*SNIP*> All I do I do for All
**SNIP**> I push myself while I carry you
gladly on my back *SNAP*
back to this contorted reality
cuz now you are like a monkey

Monkey
There are those that would work to advance their own interests and are deceitful
Swinging back and forth and never deciding
But always inviting
You to dine in their world of trouble
and you feel it start to bubble inside cuz you ate their lies about you when they were a parrot
and now you wish you never dined with them, as the lies they fed you about you led you astray away from your true self, betrayed
By someone you thought cared about your interests, and they were just playing around
never had their feet on solid ground but keep you moving swinging in their world of anomalies
which to them is normalcy
Swept you off and away til you forgot where you lay
where did i come from?
where am i going?
and why am i wasting my time not knowing...
it's time to dip
it was real, but i think that's it ... time to *SNIP*

Scissors
I will use scissors of powerful spiritual proportions
to cut you outta my life and then sum
To take decisive and necessary control over those who would continue
to dance around me confusing me
swing under me controlling me
and fly over me making me deny my own beauty
I have to remember they're just parrot monkeys
No longer can they burden me
because

Legs
I have regained the confidence to stand up and take control again, and this time stand my ground
I'm making progress & my ability to navigate on my own is back
This life is getting easier
Like I released a heavy load
Like... there was all this... gas! Yeah! And like.. someone lit a match!!!

I'm getting rid of something... like an itch needs a scratch
Like a fly needs a swat and
Like a mosquito needs a smack
You parasite
No matter how you slice it or draw it
I'm getting rid of the part of me that needs you
Mrs. Parrot Monkey, meet scissor legs,
I'm getting rid of youuuuu...SNIP

love's nickname is game

2008-12-16T12:01:00.001-08:00

thanks for that one night
maybe next time i'll get it right
i won't wear my love on your shoulders
or throw you off with the words that i told ya
i won't give you compliments or buy you things
i won't feed you breakfast or let you cuddle with me

i'll hold my tongue and speak mountains in my silence
even though deep inside its like self-inflicting emotional violence
no matter how much i like you i'll play your game
i won't make it easy for you to make it rain
cuz when it rains it pours
and i won't be your little hoar
neva that no more
i won't be your little hoar
"wanna slide thru real qwik mami?"
no i wana be with you dummy!
can't have you slippin and slidin thru me and then her!
can't have you makin me question what it is that i'm worth
can't have you confusing depleting my integrity
can't have you thinking my personality & my tittties are one and the same entity
even though my personality is big, and bubbly, and perky, and glorious
but i digress

first you undress my mind, and THEN you can get to me
you can't just get inside, slide thru me, do me, and think u know all about me cuz you screwed me
using your tool like a mallot passing judgement
as you bang it in me, and call for another hearing when its convenient
i mean, did i not scream loud enough for you this time
must we repeat this beautiful crime
must i continue to give all of myself
doing the same thing over expecting different results
that's bad for your health

no, next time i'll go under your radar so you can't offend yourself
i'll put my feelings on stealth
to help you get over your fear of you i'll move further away to get closer to you
does that even fucking makes sense?
or is it still taboo for the girl to pursue?
but it seems like its working, you like my thick new skin
but when it was soft you didn't want it then
are you a saado masochist? do you like running into bricks?
or you just like me more when I'm not on ur dick, and then you want me to be on it
you want me more when i'm not your hoar and then u turn me into your whore
i don't like this game, but like i said i'll play it
cuz love's nickname is game, and i'm in it to win it

Based on a true story, told.

2008-11-25T13:38:00.000-08:00

A friend told me
about a friend he knows
who had a crazy trip
off some "Who ARE you?"
He and his friends
were so on their "Zen"
And they decided to go. To Stop and Shop.
They parked. They purchased.
They left. They saw...
All four of them saw
A leprechaun.
They swear it was there.
Just as clear as day.
But it was night.
But if they all saw it there...
It must've been there... right?
"Oh my..."
"Dude... bro... we gotta take it home!"
"Yea man cool help me put it in the trunk."
"Dude yeah... but he ain't sleepin in my bunk."
They put him in the trunk.

All four of them
took a leprechaun home
that they swear they saw
In the parking lot
After they got high
But not from pot.
There's a point to this...
Stick with me kids.

They went home.
They got high.
Offa mushrooms. And I don't know Y.
But when they woke up.
They laughed about their trip... to Stop and Shop...

"We all saw a leprechaun right?"
"Right."
"Oh shit the little guy's still in the closet..."
"or is it?"
And here's the scary part. rather sad really.
The four friends, it's crazy that they saw a magical creature... in their world.
But when they opened the closet.
It was a little black girl, scared and shaky, crying, and panicked.

They sent her home in a cab
gave her all the money they had & said sorry.
Fuckin' idiots.
DON'T DO DRUGS KIDS!

Writer's C-block (G-rated title...)

2008-11-23T19:20:00.000-08:00

They always say when you've got writer's block
Write about your writer's block
Well how bout instead I write about his dirty cock
Dippin & dabbin
Pricking and stabbing my insides
Why
do I let him continue to contort My cervix
his love is oblivious to his own tool of choice
He pounds
I lay
I do not stray Instead I sway
hip thrusting to the rhythm of his drumstick under my belly
I feel like yelling
I cannot tell now if my pain is his pleasure
Or my pleasure the pain he causes me...
If we had a daughter we'd name her Sadie maskin the pain? or am I cryin' like rain
I can't tell cuz I'm under his thick spell
I wish I had a cock-blocker
And not writer's block
cuz not being able to write a fresh piece
Is like not protesting... not saying how I really feel
and letting him beat
I just wanna lay down with you while you rub on my titties
But instead you're cumming in the condom too quickly & then blaming me
Oh sorry that my pussy is so wonderful in its anti-testicular ways
In its soft wet tight Glory
Oh sorry
I forgot
There's no comparison to your cum-too-quick-cock
See I can keep going all night long... Or not.
When all you've got is a strong... thick... smooth... uh, SAD! SAD! shlong.
Fuck your dick! I mean, I'm not going to.
I don't want to sit on it... play with it
Seriously
There's just not enough room in here
My womb I fear may move out of place
And besides in your haste, it might just replace the idea of the CHANCE I may have had to orgasm, with me zoning into space... without you noticing of course, cuz oh, oh, oh baby. yeaa, just like that right there. :/
I can't even tell if I like it because sometimes it was good...
And sometimes I just wish I could erase all the times your thrust left me painfully wanting more
More than your cock
or me on top
More than on your bathroom sink
More than sex on your speakers cuz I can't scream louder than the decibels can reach
I want more than JUST sex just cuz you're hard and can't deal
I like to play before, be teased, then teased some more
Take your time with me I implore you
Whisper in my ear your soft spoken words
I want your tongue gently tracing the nape of my neck as you hold my hair up with one hand
And stroke my wet glory softly with the other
I wish I could escape this terrible and treacherous ecstasy
No, I don't.
I just wish you'd spend a little more time on me.

A poem in two hearts and one part, I mean the reverse

2008-11-23T19:14:00.000-08:00

I'm a hearty meal eat me Hearken to my words and fasten your ears to my
multi-faceted expressions guaranteed to fascinate and stimulate every
layer of your being mind body
body heart and soul
Hold on tight cuz I have writers over kill
You know when words just come to you trip over each other and spill on
the the canvas of your choice
Your voice
(long pause)
I know you'd like me go on but Ima hold you in a suspended time capsule, in a
world my mind created.

"I love how you held my heart in your hand for a second and handed it
back to me untouched and unbroken. Thank you Jalal."

Request of mine: have faith that I am not gone and away, I am always
here and everywhere... Happy, safe, and free... The way it was always
meant to be
~Intrakitlevelz
bka Risse

2 Meditation Poems

2008-11-23T19:10:00.000-08:00

Running in the grassy field
Birds fly overhead
Cheers in the distance
A child’s laugh
The friends we make
The fun times we have
These are the memories that last a lifetime
A moth flutters in the wind
Out of breath from running?
Nobody could beat you?
Trees blowing in the wind
Tall grass bent over
Relaxation
Recreation
Re-creating, of one’s mind
The time spent here
The games played there
A child’s mind advancing to a higher level
The support of superior authority figures
The lessons you teach
May never be learned
Unless your actions
Coincide with your words
The Age of Innocence
A child’s worry free thinking
And the one that sometimes stands out,
Or doesn’t want to, Why not?
What do you want to do? Why don’t you want to play?
Everybody’s free! FREE!
Free you mind, body, and soul
Let’s go!
Go!
Clear… Blue… Sky!
Let’s Fly!
Fresh air!
Natural High!
Cool… Calm… Collect… Chill
Relax, Re-e-e-e-la-a-a-ax!

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I would invite you to close your eyes for this if you so wish, and to hold your applause so people can open their eyes at their own leisure.

Cool summer, bright colors.
Water streaming down a bed of rocks
Kick off your socks
The hands of the trees bend down to greet the people they meet
A baby coos at his older sister lowing bubble around him
A couple chats in a mom and pop coffee shop
A woman smiles as a gentle breeze combs through her hair
And the sun smiles back at her
Think about nothing for 10 minutes a day
Free your mind, and allow yourself to clear your conscience, and just think about absolutely nothing
No worries
Don’t worry
SMILE
Here let me help you
Clear
Clear
Clear your mind
Clear
Clear
Clear blue skies
Shh!
Shh!
Hush your cries
Shh!
Shh!
Close your eyes
E-m-m-t-y-y-y
Qui-i-i-e-e-et
Ca-a-a-lm
Take it E-E-A-S-Y-Y
Ca-a-a-lm
Breathe deeply
Calm your nerves
Sweet November night, just right
Peace
Peace
Peace
Be still… still… you’re still here
And nowhere
Becoming nothing
And everything
Listening to your pulse
And feeling your torso expand as you breathe
(Slowly inhale, then slowly exhale audibly)
Warn Autumn
Cool Colors
Leaves blowing off branches
Kick them around
High off the ground
It’s frozen and makes a crunchy sound on the soles of your shoes
Like the first bite of an apple
And refreshing like the last gulp of a good drink of water or juice
Mmmmmmmmm, Do you smell that? Mmmm…
What is that?
It remind you of something
Something you liked as a kid
Fresh baked cookies, and freshly brewed coffee
Your mom’s scent
That shampoo they don’t make anymore
Serendipity’s hot chocolate
Home cooking
Pop corn, freshly popped
New sneakers
mmmmm…
mmmmm…
shhhhhhh… listen… you hear that?
It’s food sizzling in a frying pan
It’s the ice cream man!
Shhhhhh… it’s thundering, God’s talking
The wind is whis-per-ing to-your-ear
It’s the can you just opened
It’s a baby laughing
It’s the new book you bought, and just opened
And you feel that tingly feeling of goodness all around you, even if just for a moment
And you don’t know why
But you’re smiling to yourself
And that’s okay
Cuz you took 10 minutes to think about nothing,
And you had a great day

Brothas

2008-11-23T19:09:00.001-08:00

This powerful man
This powerful man
This powerful man’s hand
Can wrestle with corporate America’s ugly fat hand
Its ugly fat hand, trying to devour my beautiful black man
You gotta stay ready, keep hope alive,
Which is hard cuz everyday you’re being deprived
Of the privileges and perks on the other side
But ain’t no mountain high, and the limit is beyond the sky
Are you being held accountable for another man’s lies?
Why are you just sitting at home just gettin by?
Why you got baby momma drama up the wazoo?
Why won’t you let others take care of you?
O brother where art thou, how can thou make vows of love
I don’t need a thug blinded by the illusion of choice
You can’t choose to be a victim of circumstance
Brothas bein incarcerated
To the outside world they’re a disgrace
But how can they come up in the world, when doors keep slammin in they face?
But let’s get it together fellas
Cuz God can’t bless on top of mess,
And a closed mouth don’t get fed,
And if the opportunity ain’t there you must create the possibility
Oh how I get sprung when I think of what dreams may come
Dream it, do it, and don’t let anyone steal it
Write the vision and make it plain upon tables
That he may run that read it
For the vision is yet for an appointed time
But at the end it shall speak and not lie
We are the people who could fly
They keep sayin we free
Are we?
Well you may say yes
But how can a man be free when there are people oppressed?
America, the bully of the world, Nas said it best
Political thugs in shark suit persuade us to pull triggers in army boots
My brothas are riskin their lives to fight another man’s war, what for?
No it’s not about political power but empowering ourselves
Democrat Republican, two sides of the same coin
Keeping us divided so they can rule
Blacks Latinos and Asians, Middle Eastern, Afrikan, all one
Have they turned us into savages by their immense hatred?
We continually suffer from our own divisions and dehumanizations,
Belittling each other’s pain,
So everything stays the same,
Take heed: Don’t let the oppressed become oppressors to each other
Cuz we’re in this love together
I said we’re in this love together
Ain’t that a song?
I’ve seen my men of color held down for too long
Pero en la unidad esta la fuerza
And if there is strength in unity then let’s start moving
Stop making excuses
And don’t cry when our people are in trouble if you ain’t doin a thang for the struggle
Too political for you? Then it must be you I’m talking about
Wake up brothas, if you stand for nothing who will stand for you?
But I know what you’re going through Your
Self-hatred and self-ignorance further hindering your self-awareness
Lack of consciousness breeds lack of inspiration, motivation, lack of support
Your resources cut short and you, up against the wall
America laughs waiting for you to fall, but my men stand tall
The proud the few, God blessed you, heaven sent you
And they fear you so they try to oppress you
Make sure you’re doin something worth watchin
Cuz they always busy watching you, tryna be you
They fear your strength, they awe at your amazing talent
They exploit our music, and pervert the meaning
Tryna be you on some du-rag baggy jeans tip keep dreaming
You are now a part of the vicious cycle of Rising Into Multi-Cultural Excellence
Satan get thee hence
We need not your lies and perpetual influence of self-ignorance
My men of color, your intellect, your mindset, your metaphysicalities
That’s what astounds me, that’s what I think is sexy
Don’t let media influence you,
What you got is special
Wise man once said “we aim to break the chains of mental colonialism”
In a spiritual trip back to Afrika, I have freed my soul
Broken the chains of mental slavery, and that worth way more than gold and platinum chains around your neck
Some are so blinded by the image of who they want you to be
Be free
Watch who you look up to, whose songs you repeat
Just cuz it’s hot cuz it got a dope beat
What you say is what you get
So speak the powerful man into existence
Black Brotha
Soul Brotha be persistent
Free your soul
The standards you live up to set the stereotypes of this day
And the only way these words will work is if you
Become the change you want to see, TODAY

My Love...

2008-11-23T19:08:00.001-08:00

Every morning when I get out of bed
I see your beautiful shining face
I feel your breath gently kiss my cheek
And you gently caress me
Your love surrounds me and fills the room
I get a tingly feeling as you pass your hand across my face
Letting me know you care
I can’t thank you enough for being there
Where have I been all your life?
Before I met you I was bare
A void inside this fleshly vessel
That you filled with love and joy indescribable
What have I done to deserve such attention?
Why didn’t I notice you before, when I was young?
‘Cause now you really got me sprung
People may say I’m a fool
But at least I’m a fool for you
They don’t see you
For whom you really are, Marvelous Light
So they don’t understand how I could love someone like you
But at least you understand me, even if I don’t understand you sometimes
Which I’m so grateful for
The One who sees past my faults
The One who brought my spinning world to a screeching halt
The One who carried me when I was down
Your love lifted me higher than I’ve ever been before
Made me take the Book of Life off the shelves
And now I’m on cloud 9, 10, 11, and 12
“Well you look happy,” that’s what they tell me
Well I should be, you see ‘cause
I may not carry symbols of my love for you
But it doesn’t mean I’m ashamed
People carry symbols of love in vain
My love for you goes deeper than a gold chain, with your name
Deeper than a tattoo of you
Or that symbol of your pain, for your love for me, a/cross my back
My love grows deeper everyday it sets me free, sends me soarin’ high
High, High, Higher than the stars past the sky
I love you more than the time it takes for a star to die
And the intergalactic skies can’t even exemplify the heights my love for you
Fly To You, I run to you to escape the world. You take this girl and you make me whole
You speak to my spirit, and your Spirit speaks to me
…through me, past my idiosyncrasies, taking me to a place that the world has no say in
Greater are you and you love for me, than that which is in the world, nothing but sex drugs violence and TV, what that got to do with me?
It’s just you and me, My God, what an army!