Earthshake

Two cents
Concealed

One intent
To Steal

Slowly driving
Appeal

Two hands
On Wheel

Intersection
Brakes squeal

Across the world
It feels...

It feels as if everything is in its rightful place
And then...

Earth shakes
We feel

Street signs down
No stop
Yield

Poverty creates
A forcefield

Arms are open
No roit
Shield

In the night
We fight
Scream

In the day
We plant
Dream

In the end we stand firm
All the while we should learn

That one day it may be our turn
My two cents used

What have you learned.....

Sight

Voices slowly whispering songs of today
Mixed with feelings of yesteryear

Short beats mixed with soulful melodies
Which are listened to by aliens whom are able to hear
The chorus of the indigenous and slave

Beaten faces, tethered eyes
That are transfixed on the horizon

The Son is rising from a slumber spoken of millenniums ago
Hands raised towards the heavens
Sky a glow

Voices of the angels
This the greatest show, which has ever been witnessed
By the religious who have lifted their eyes to meet God

In a fog in a haze
In this story we turn the page

To see that chains still bind us
They're here to remind us

That transfixed stares will inevitably lead to blindness
If one never truly times the coming of Lord...

(Don't lose sight of the dream)

This was a tough one...

Grandpa


The first words off of my fingertips are the words "I miss"
I miss being a child again
I miss Saturday cartoons
I miss Lionel and Snarf
I miss the games like, On My Way To Michigan, I took an "Aardvark, a Buffalo, a Cart"
I miss laying on a concrete slab and learning about the stars
I miss my father pointing to the moon and then in the direction of Mars
I miss thinking that, one day I'd travel there, without a hesitation or a car
I miss the days of bullets ringing so loudly on my block, the gangsta's seemed to be playing "Jingle Bells"
I miss the smell of Christmas
You see being poor allows you to have keen sense of smell
It's crazy to think no one knew that we were trapped in Hell

I miss racing the wind
I miss bugs
I miss learning to sit at the feet of an elder
I miss our first hug
I miss the first time I cried when you said, "Goodbye"
I was only a child

I miss your voice
It's my fault, I never called enough
Your "hello's" still linger around my telephone
I can hear you whisper when I close my eyes

I remember attempting to be so tough
When my father gave me the news, "It may be over soon"
Nothing at all seemed to matter

I miss being a child
I miss freeze tag
I miss double dutch
I miss four square
I miss running, for what seemed like eternity and not having to grasp for air
I miss laying on a concrete slab wondering if I would ever escape
But now these words escape, "I miss" you

Touches, which seemed like yesterday
Are really remnants of years gone by
In the darkness, I sit and cry
In the darkness, I try to fill in the "missing" parts

If time would only allow one touch, three words
I would hold you forever and save my speech
I would grasp you so tightly that the "NOTHING" would allow this to be a "Never Ending Story"

If time were so kind
It would allow us to rewind all the hurt it has caused
It would allow us to pause and insert another ending
Another story line
Ah if only time...

Memories not erased
Your face retraced
Your voice on repeat
My thoughts retreat

To my younger days
No sign of haze
Just your warm smile

I miss being a child
I miss Saturday morning cartoons
I miss He-Man and Gargamel
I miss games like "Simon says, stand still"
I miss laying on a concrete slab and wondering if I'd ever escape
I miss feeling my face as it slowly turned from a child to a man
I miss you holding my hand and telling me you love me....

I miss you!

Beauty

Today I saw beauty and it was for the very first time
I stood there stuck in silence, no pen, no rhyme
It was just me, her, and time
And oh how time stood still
I could feel the hands on the clock, instantaneously lock, the moment she appeared
All sense of fear was gone
Before I realized, the moon had been replaced by the dawn

You see today I saw beauty and it was for the first time
Her presence simply pulled on my lifeline, confined, and complicated my thoughts
Boxed in, my heart began to sing a song reserved for the newborns
Perhaps it was the feeling of love being reborn
I'm torn between feeling dead and alive
I'm torn between running or learning how to glide through this life

Today your beauty held me still just long enough
I forgot about my aches and my pains
It held me still just long enough, that all thoughts were washed from my brain
The only vision which remains is your beauty
You confuse me with smiles and laughter
I can do nothing but imagine a life, here after the worry passes by
Am I that guy...

The answer is probably no
Because right now you don't even know that I exist, in this mist, in this jungle
I dream of you at night and you faithfully appear and hold me tight
However, when I awake I find no one near
I only hear the tick of the clock in my ear
Reminding me that your beauty has gone.....

Single Story

I write for just a few
Who knew, that words through windows would bounce back
Who knew, that words put to recording would find tracks
The beauty of it all is the fact that I've learned to circumvent the big and run across the small issues just the same
Lame
Tame
Blame
Ashamed
But not shamed or shameful
Deceit
Retreat
My feet they move faster than my brain can push
Kush
They took
A hook and dropped it at the center of my mind
Find
Kind
Speed up
In order to rewind
Defined but no definition exists
Swing
Miss
Cartoons like Heathcliff
Beats lift
Soul shifts
And now I sift through all that I've known and all that I know to really be true
Coming through
Never knew
Who are you
What did I do to end up here at this point
Double joint
Just two points your foot was on the line
Behind
Confined
My time can't be defined by simple words
Chords
Vice Lords
Using swords to slice up and peel
Conceal
Reveal
My hands are now off of this wheel
About to fall over the edge
Ledge
Tonight I make my final pledge to never write again in such a tight space
Trace
Face
Show me your hand
Damn, you had the King and Ace
Pace
Displaced
Words coupled with meaning allow you to travel to another line
Look at my picture, that light is mine
Close your eyes and the darkness sets in and now you're blind

Image

I am my fathers son
In the end he and I are one

I am my fathers son
As he smiles, my voice echos in jubilation
It doesn't matter what the situation
Even in humiliation, I can feel his smile

I am my fathers son
My heart waits for beat breaks, which beat then break the clouds away
His beats used to break the same way
His past is now my present today

We've both walked in the light and hidden in the gray
We've both ventured to the top of mountains only to see what the fountain of life holds
Cold, it's all so true
That when one sees me, they inevitably see you, dad, coming through each step, each thought; sometimes I whisper in the dark in order to hear your voice come back to me and tell me that I'm ok

You see, today I realized that I am my fathers son
I sing and hum
He no longer whistles because I never learned to keep a tune
He holds his words and that's what I've learned to do
Crazy, fanatic, I've rolled around and come out with all this static and I can't seem to cling to anything substantial
My father wipes me off, sits me down and then brings the wisdom that I so lack

I can't keep track of time
So my father is there to remind me
I can't see where, I'm headed
So my father is there to help guide me
For how long I don't know
But when I look at the mirror, it's not my face but his image which shows

Snatched...

Road blocks have been set up in my mind
I type, I think, but I can't seem to transfer these into ink
So I continue to sink deeper into this gridlocked mental traffic

No compassion, no justification
Just the simple realization that my mind has gone off on the run
And had an affair with my thoughts

The reason I know this is because I've been waiting for days now to see her
My thoughts being her that is....