Whitford Crew and G.F.T.D. 1

Stephen Mayu2

Stephen Mayu Jr.

Baptized

I got baptized and saved today
When it was over I stood and said okay
Walked through fire for far too many days
Feet are like ash, no OIL OF OLAY
Minds been blown
Yeah I’m far from home
Close my eyes and wake in different zones
Thoughts are prehistoric, no change for phone
My spirit it roams, in circles alone
It’s been forever since my body was home
Emotions are gone
My spirit it roams, in circles alone
When the lights are on, that’s when I feel most alone
So I stay quiet and think on my own
Damn, I wish I were home
So I could lay in my room and dream on my own
I can’t call because my heart won’t pick up the phone
It beats on its own
Sometimes my mind tells me that my heart feels so alone
Then I tell my mind to vacate the room
Too much time to consume
The dislike, disdain
The real life, real pain
The lost friends who no longer call my name
The found friends who are in it for gain
You see at times it’s impossible to just maintain
So a kid like me is constantly searching his brain
No longer searching for fame
The chance came and left on the same train
Now I’m trying to contain
All the hurt through the years, that is falling like rain
My umbrella doesn’t matter; these drops keep falling faster and faster
At times I think I’m having an internal natural disaster
So then all I can do to find reprieve
Is fall on my knees and ask God to save me please…

Then I do
Then HE does
Then time starts over just because

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!