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I command my voice into silence
      As I watched from the sidelines amused ,
          As I watched grandeur seduced.  
The lure of darkness
Enslaved them in her tight embrace.
         And the lure of enjoyment in it all.
But ,
      I shall resist.
Knowing that  love is light and it conquers it all !
You know,
My family was poor
So I know what it’s like
Not to have much ...
Folks I grew up
In a neighborhood
Where I constantly
Had  to fight
For my meal
Fight for
What’s mine ...
No doubt
I lived a bleak existence
But with a little bit of luck
And a little bit of help from above
 Education saved my life
Love gave me life
Faith changed my life
And
Let me be blunt
Ladies and Gentleman
I’m the type of man
That puts life into
Perspective everyday  
And everyday I come
To the same conclusion
That I’m blessed
Beyond measures
I’ve reached a point of time
Where all the dust has settled
Wise enough to separate
The  real from the fakes
And allow my mind’s eye
To see through the nonsense
Called hate
And to be honest
For the craziness that I went through in my life
It is evident that God has chosen me
To still be here
But let me tell you this
Like everything else
In life
It wasn’t an easy road
For life has it’s ups and downs
Highs and lows...
Imagine
Living in roach infested apartments
Landlords with no care
For human dignity
Dodging bullets on a daily basis
Days without a solid diet
Thugs around the neighborhoods
Nonestop harassment
The American dream
Was nowhere to be found
Let alone having any hope
But strong enough to never
Allowed hope to die
So I pushed harder
And harder with all I had
Graduated High School
Worked two jobs
Put myself through college
In the hope that one day I would be enjoying the life that I’m living today
Cross my heart hope to die
I didn’t write this to brag
Just want to get my point across
Today in many neighborhoods in NJ and Florida
I manage to put a small dent
In the Real Estate industry
Earning my keep
Self made
Self employed
Crib on the hill
No mortgage needed
Yes indeed,
The American dream
Finally realized.
But
I tell my story
To simply say This ,
Never to be ashamed of your past
For it can inspire others
Because it’s not what happened to you
But how you react to it
That truly matters.
And
Without a doubt in my mind
I Believe in the desires of your heart and your ability to make it happen. But believe me when I tell you this , It will take nothing less than everything to make your dreams come to live. But believe me when I tell you that truer words have never been spoken
It will be worth it.

And
it doesn’t matter
If you’re
Black
Or
White
Alien
Or
The
Beast
You and only you
Can make it happen!
I recommend to everyone to reflects on their lives, and see what saved your life . Notice it , embrace it , and share it. You’ll find  that very rejuvenate..My family was poor so I know what it’s like not to have . But just because you don’t have, doesn’t mean you give up on hope  .... you keep fighting, you keep pushing..... Rise up , you can get there if you really want it.....

DREAM ON
Tough Times Never Last
If You Put Your Mind Into Your Dreams.

THAT’S THE MESSAGE!
The poet
My mind
My insanity
My cups
My plates
My lamps
My papers
My hats
My shower
My foods
My news
My president
My eyes
My hands
My ways
My bed
My compassion
My sexiness
My health
My infidelity
My faithfulness
My dreams
My goals
My failures
My risen
My misunderstanding
My intellect
My understanding
My stubbornness
My pets
My neighbors
My environment
My toxic energy
My ideals
My shoes
My streets
My chair
My mirror
My job
My heart
My money
My poverty
My clothes
My mother
My father
My sister
My brother
My friends
My car
The sky
The clouds
The ocean
The birds
This movie
This song
This talk
The trees
The rain
The plane
This place
This pain
This nonsense
This heartbreak
This cancer
This earth
This man
This woman
This stranger
This stove
My story
My wife
My husband
My lovers
My words
My books
My failure
My selfishness
My goodwill
My selflessness
My smile
My laughter
My swags
My story
This poem
This poet
This plane
This automobile
This gun
This knife
This world
Much etc
I wish my mind
Would accept that
One of them is going to be
The death of me.
Baby
It’s not what
I’m  looking at
That matters
It’s what I see
I want my eyes in your eyes

Baby
It’s not what I’m looking at
That matters
It’s what I hear
I want your voice
In my ear

Baby
It’s not what I’m looking at
That matters
It’s the joy you put in my heart
I want your laughter in my mouth

Baby
It’s not what I’m looking at
That matters
It’s what I feel
I want your skin
Upon my skin

Baby it’s not what
I’m looking at that matters
It’s what I desire
and
all I desire

Baby
Is
You
We all strive
To be our best version
Of a perfect self

We all want
The perfect body
The perfect things
The perfect poems

But the funny
Thing is

It’s always
The quirk
The flaw
And
The ingenuity
That always stands out
Before it’s all over
This silent killer will pounce
On us
Like a falcon

This silent killer will throw us around
Like a lion with its prey

Then
It’ll stand over us
And watch us fall
Like stars out of the sky

And
Just when this silent killer
Think that
We about to hit
the ground to suffocate
In our own blood
And
Send us all to darkness

WE’LL TAKE FLIGHT

BECAUSE
WE SAY WE CAN

BECAUSE
THAT’S WHO
WE ARE

BECAUSE
WE WILL

BECAUSE
MY FRIENDS
WE CAN FLY
she puts her toes
to an imaginary line
raised by wolves
she chews to the bone
It is said that
I am a poet ,
No,
I am simply a lover
Who makes miracles
Out of madness
A lover who offers life
And sees all as beautiful
I make art with my words
And so, I make love
No,
I don’t have time for loathing
And so, often times
I keep my darkness,
It doubles as my light
In spite of its shadow.
I am one of life’s saddest students
Who in time, has figured out
How to build wings from gratitude
How to fly free from sadness
How to build strength from lost
How to make love from loss
So with that being said
**** the clouds over my head
Yes,
Edmund black just said it
He may even repeat it
**** the clouds over my head
I’ll just cry in color
And paint myself a new Sky
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