I have the compulsion to just write
I can't wait to share all my products
Results of my many sleepless nights
My mind represents a little darkroom
Where I process all the inspirations
Gathered from all my timeless flights
Flights I made to the constellations
Where I creep upon few loose words
Words that blindly roams the night.

I come alive when the world sleeps
That's when the stars shines bright
Bright enough to illuminate letters
Letters I develop into spoken words
Words that I give wings and lights
Wings powerful enough to take them
To where they can all find some hope
Bringing lights to their faded dreams
Allow me to tell you about my mind
I am on a poetic fire and I can't sit
Not now, not even if I wanted to quit.

Ivan Brooks Sr

I pay great homage to my Africa
The continent of a million cultures
Roots of the Dreadlocks of Jamaica
Jambo Africa, land of the vultures
Akwaba to the Eden of Black people
Ancient Africa mother of humanity
The world still feed at your diseased table
Oh, Africa, custodian of nature's bounty.

Mama Ebony, you've forever represented since creation
Thy cornerstones are planted on top of Pharaoh's tomb
Oh Timbuktu, cradle of ancient education
Blessed is thy beautiful dark womb.
Lined with fertile dark mineral soil
Eternal volt of the Ashanti gold
Adorned with gems, smeared with oil
Yet not half of your story has been told
Volcanos fuels silently off your gas
Land of Akana, guidance of the sun
Your Pyramid stands where it once was
Watching time and age having some fun.

Ivan Brooks Sr

The stage is set..
The red Light's on ,
The condition is right ,
It's time to shine my son !
The time has come,
The world is ready ...
Superstar Welcome home,
Do them ***** !

Become a sensation,
In you a star is born ...
You are my inspiration,
Blow the poetic horn,
The world's watching...
Just keep going !
Don't stop creating,
Keep up the grinding...
Maybe from the onset,
You will be wrong..
Don't you ever get upset,
Like kunta Kanti,be strong !

Flex your muscle...
And keep pushing ,
And own your hustle .
Like a scribe ,keep writing ...
Stay active,
Keep grinding,
Remain calm but be passive,
Some day you gonna make it !
Don't wait ,
keep pushing..
Don't ever Quit !
keep writing ...
Make yourself at home ,
Poetic Avatar ...
The time has come
Mr ball-pen superstar !

~Ivan Brooks Sr. ~
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If only Kunta kanti had a camera phone
He would've captured many untold stories
stories of a sad slave girl sitting all alone
Sad stories of overworked slaves with worries .

Stories of ''*****'' holding the Holy Bible
And in another hand the everpresent whip
There would've been images of souls no longer able
To work from dawn to dusk without a drop to sip .

If only Kunta Kanti had a remote controlled drone
Or a Facebook account to share stories and go LIVE
The world would've seen the master's no go zone
Where he buried the bodies of those no more alive .

Stories of the slave master's cruelty would've gone viral
And on the other hand exposed the ugly slave trade
He would've been seen as a vile man who lacked moral
Maybe a jail sentence because of the video Kunta made .

Maybe ,just maybe if Kunta Kanti had a camera phone
It would've caused a public outcry and a Black Lives Matter's rally
Al ,Martin Luther King III and all Black folks would've gone
The names and stories of all slaves would've been read at that rally!



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Before all words became spoken words
Before the white man created his own Gods
For the sole purpose of control and *******,
Before the Samurais spoke life into their swords
Right before the final ritual for an important mission
Before babies got oxygen through umbilical cords
God used only a few words during the creation.

Before the scribes began to write and use words
Before Ancient Egypt and the birth of many nations
Nobody knows exactly the origin of spoken words
Yet mankind has used it in all forms of communications.
Before all of this and before we got out of the caves
Right before we evolved and learned to read and write
Before the ice age and the first mighty ocean waves
God commanded his words to move and just create.

         ~Ivan Brooks Sr.~