Dear Father, clouds are drawing near
When did this tree, so tall, stand here?
I still sing songs of nursery rhymes
Feel the touch of sweet, soft, cradle time.

Sun illuminates and softly shares,
Your gracious gift to all who've cared
to help mold the strength relied upon
What an honor to smile, as our child walks on.

Dear Father, winds sweep swiftly by
Is that my dear boy's laugh, or cry?
You see the mountains he will roam
Shine strong the beacon; bring him home.

Rain so hard and lightning fights,
Strong and fearless passes night.
A furious world screams and scratches,
Rends and bites.

Arise the Son.  He stands for right.

Dear Father, was it worth the fight?

In a special land not far away
a tiny town of Leprechaun's play.

The air is pure, the birds all sing.
There is happiness in everything.

The glitter dust has a magic shine.
There are no clocks, there is no time.

The four leaf clovers sparkle bright.
The sun shines always, there is no night.

The rainbow tells them God is near.
He has blessed the little people, here.

This land has gold and jewels galore.
They know that love is worth much more.

They take their powers to spread their cheer,
they leave their land and visit near.

They give a wish to a special few.
Once each year, could that be you?

They pick a child with a special heart,
one who cares and does their part.

They never hurt, but always play
tricks and jokes are just their way.

So if you catch one, let it free,
take your wish and let it be,
SO NEXT YEAR IT CAN VISIT ME!

Man walked about earth
at a pace relaxed, free and fine

Then, in fear of being late
he created time.

I took a vacation from this linear day,
and when I returned
it was yesterday.

Resigned from the band
now a solo act
may as well accept
You can't change fact

Talent observed
far above the rest
a lonely exchange
feeling love
for a quest.

The room is dark
there is no love.

to rise above.
strength
the
have
I

Joan Baez                                                          Mar­tin Luther King Jr.
I believe                                                          ­  I believe
That music
can mend
the soul                                
                            ­                                             That everyone will
                                                                ­         one day
                                                                ­         treat each other
                                                                ­         equally

and war                                                           and war
Will be but                                                       will end
a dream                                                           altogether

That one day
                                                             ­           one day
There will
                                                            ­            be change

and life                                                            a­nd life
will be
brighter                                                        ­
                                                                ­       will be
                                                                ­       better

One day                                                         One Day
It will
                                                                ­      We will

Make a difference                                          Make a difference

I'm African and I'm proud.
Hip hop is not the only genre I listen to.
Classic rock, classical music, jazz/blues, country, metal, and even disney musical scores.
I **** at basketball, can careless about sport.
Can run fast as hell ;)
If a **** or KKK member called me a ******.
I'll shake his/her hand, say hello.
End with the ever pleasant;
"Have a good day."

I'll run 6 miles day. (was 12)
I'll walk to each sunset.
I'm a nerd first, poet second, reader third.
I'll say no to cigs, drugs etc.
I'll laugh at every **** thing that's funny to me.
I'm a kid at heart.
I'll help the weak.
I'll Feed the poor.
I'm going to marry who I want.
I'll be the nicest **** person I can be.
I'll take care my mom when I'm older.
I'm not going to join the Society of the Norm.

This night, 4 of the am to be precise.
I laid in my lonely bed.
With my laptop replaying my "sleeping music".
Which ranged from great pianist to jazz to rock.

It wasn't a nightmare or my phone ringing.
I simply woke up, stared blankly at the ceiling.
Deciding on what I would do.
I rose out of bed and walked.

Where I was going was unknown.
Why I was doing this unknown.
What I was going to do unknown.
All I could was walk

The night was still, but beautiful.
I felt as if I finally could have some peace.
Hell I could sleep on the grass if need be.
Then I saw the bench.

Sitting peacefully on the bench.
My mind wandered as it tended to.
Peaceful, and calm thoughts dominated.
A thought finally, slapped me hard.

My legs moved, my body followed.
Where I was going, to the hill.
What I was going to do, was to sit and watch.
Why I was doing this, to see the sunrise.

The world went silent.
Nature began turning its wheel.
Night was converting to day.
The orange ball uncovered itself to the world.