Poetic knitted venation
Is not commonplace like PlayStation.
All poetry lovers are connected
They share a love for words and
To poetry alone, they are committed.
Like Grios who tells history of the land,
They share a deep and common bond  
With emotions and mystery and nature,
Confirming what they share is profound.
They love painting words like a picture
And appreciate the essence of true love.
Every Poet marvel at God's creation
And daydreams and watch the stars above
From whence cometh the poetic inspiration,
Which blasts ideas like a poetic canon.
A poet acknowledges that true beauty
Is an abstract yet deceitful phenomenon
Which endorses the vague idea of being pretty,
That has so many people on the hooks
Society uses it as a yardstick to measure
Ans label us worthless because of our looks.
Poetry lovers are under no real pressure
To fit or blend in, all we do is create poetry
And paint beautiful pictures using words.
Poetic minds are partners with a chemistry
Derived from words as sharp as a Samurai's swords,
Words they use to cut through curious minds
And plant all the results of a sleepless night
Gathered along with the rest of the finds
Which will set the perpetual dial of poetry right.

Why are there entire cities to drain,
When Somewhere in my village,
People are dying for a drop of rain
Coming from a cave through a seepage?

Why are many places flooded elsewhere
When the drought there is constant
And People are struggling everywhere
To moisturize the soil just to plant?

Why are young Maasai men digging
For hours Into the patched African soil
Searching way into the humid evening
For a drop of water, they have to toil?

Why did nature leave my playground arid
When she rains down billions of liters in Texas?
Streetlights, no lights, drought at the power grid,
Scolding of nature is the caveat of the water crisis.

Why did God give us diamonds and gold,
How can he bless us with an abundance of minerals?
Then seal up the skies and put the rains on hold?
Turning the crisis to a vulture's feast and human funerals.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©️

Tonight my empty soul misses its angelic mate
With whom every precious moment was a date.
Wonderous strides makes you look so beautiful
Press your lips to my soul, let's curdle and be delightful
Do you see the rainbow flower that I've become?
Come to me, love of my life, for love injection, come.
Come with me let's fly beyond today and go somewhere
Like migratory birds, let's hop, there and everywhere.
Right now with you I can't see through amourous hues
Yet I love you beyond jazz, rock and rhythm and blues.
Each moment with you makes me beam with smiles
Tonight I rest Assured that the passion fruits is mines.

IBPoetry©
2/5/2018

Be of an immaculate soul and nothing shall hinder thee.
Try to always Fling thy sweetness at will.
See if Happy birds will not hum melodies from a tree
For in happiness the soul of man gets its fill.

See in everything a reason to show thy kindness
And bring ye forth the fruits of the spirit
See if yours will not be a path lined with goodness
For in this way shall joy find a soul to dwell with.

Show love to everyone that love thee not
And project the agape love of the lord most high,
See if mankind will not give genuine peace a shot
When the hues of hate arise till evening draws nigh.

Show some intestinal fortitude to your nemesis
And let out steams against the world if you need to
See if thy persistence won't put resistance in parenthesis
For in this way your opposition will find a place to go.

#IvanBrooksPoetry©️

Even though we were once bitter
Each one of us can embrace change,
By just becoming a little sweeter,
We can hang hate up the door hinge.

Even though we are all strangers
We can all become good friends
And do things together as regulars
By first hugging and shaking hands.

Even though we once messed up,
By loading intoxicants on the brain
We can all do better by waking up
And flushing the poisons down the drain.

Even though we fall short of God's glory
We all form parts of the human race
If we shake hands and tell each other sorry
We can make this world a peaceful place.

✍️#IvanBrooksPoetry ©️

Many Sleepless nights
Living on empty stomachs
Warlords, Senseless fights
Carrying on daylight murders.

Many young people were killed
Innocent women and children
Wooden box coffins unnailed
As the hopeless masses ran.

Three hundred fifty thousand
Number of innocent souls lost
Unmarked graves in the sand
Why did they die, at what cost?

Rest in peace to mama dear
One of the innocent souls lost
Oh justice, how close or near?
For answers, we need you most!

Power, weapons, money I have not
Spoken words I'll use to demand justice
Until I die, this fight I'll always be about
Mama is the caveat for demanding poetic justice

If they say the truth is white
What color then is plight?
Please give me something to write
Let it be something very bright!

If they say lie is very black
what color then is denial,
Is it a  new shade of dark?
Because dark is like a human trial.

If happiness is a sunny yellow
What then is depression's hue
I guess it's a deep shade of sorrow
Or is it some kinda demonic blue?

If hardship is some kinda gray
What color then is uncertainty?
I reckon it's a mixture for a better day
Something to cover shame and pity.

So is mixed emotions a color of the rainbow?
It should be because it contains colors
That will cheer us when our moods are low
Some we can use to paint white over sorrows.

✍️ #IvanBrookspoetry©️

Some people are born blessed
yet always stressed
Others have less
but are happy nevertheless.

Some people are bystanders
having nothing to do with things
And some are mere followers
Getting on every bandwagon's wings.

Some people are born leaders
Persuasive, charismatic and zealous
And some are just whistleblowers
Loud, insensitive and callous.

Some people are so weak
Unable to do a thing
Some are just meek
Able to bear anything.

Some are bright
Some love to fight
because they love to be right
Some are strong
and never want to be wrong.

Some people are slow
and love to lay low
Some are lucky
and have everything okay...

Some are frisky
Some are *****
Some are risky
Some are very cold
Some are old
And some are bold
Some are very casual
And others are ******
Some people are wise
And others are very nice
Some are real
Some are cruel
Some are sad
Some are bad
Some are lazy
Some are crazy
Some are intelligent
Some are insolent
Some are consistent
Some are insistent
Some are resilient
Some are proud
Some are loud
Some are useful
Some are wasteful
Some are playful
Some are careful
Some are powerful
Some are thoughtful
Some are hateful
Some are prayerful
Some are beautiful
Some are sinful
Some are creative
Some are sportive
Some are positive
Some are supportive
Some are destructive
Some are selective
Some are talkative
Some are argumentative
Some are competitive
Some are combative
Some are abusive
Some are active
Some are loquacious
Some are disastrous
Some are malicious
Some are boisterous
Some are industrious
Some are adventurous
Some are religious
Some curious
Some gracious
Some are serious
Some are moderate
Some are considerate
Some are blessed
Some are cursed
Some are alcoholic
Some are workaholic
Some are visionaries
Some are missionaries
Some are radicals
Some are rascals
Some people are sweet
Some love the streets
Some are hustlers
Some are smugglers
Some are wealthy
Some are healthy
Some love the pills
Some love to chill.

Some are black
Some are white

Some people are ugly
some are pretty
But it's ok
Some were born that way

Some people are well traveled
Some are just locals

Some people are gays
Others are straight

Some are short
Some are tall

Some are social
and some aren't

Some are educated
Some are illiterate

Some are from the north
Some are from the south

Some are born writers
Some are avid readers

Many will like this
and many will hate it.

We are all children of a God
Who prefers peace as His byword.
God, the grandmaster of creation,
Who specializes in perfection,
Designed this beautiful universal community
Using the blueprint of diversity.
One thing is certain
Even though we are different people
from different places
and different races,
we will all die someday
Such is life
One world!

I'm not even a soldier, yet I have fought my own battles
Conquering some territories without a single commander
I'm not decorated, yet I have earned my very own titles
Enjoying all royalties, God Almighty has been my provider
I'm a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

I'm not even an astronaut, yet I have touched the deep skies
Soaring the galaxies and seeing beyond my very own dreams
I'm not even wealthy or connected, yet my needs God supplies
Touring many kingdoms and eating cakes topped with creams
I'm just a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

I wasn't considered a writer, yet I wrote inspirational quotes
Inspiring mortal souls to wake up, wise up and fight to the end
I'm not even a laureate, yet I produced classic iambic notes
Encouraging people to live on, move on and never ever bend
I'm just a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

I'm a man who writes not for glory, but for a very deep cause
Awaking the slumber souls of all faded dreams to take a flight
I am just a nomadic poet endeavoring to inspire without pause
Hoping to help those with aspirations and desires to just fight
I'm just a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

Ivan Brooks Sr©️

When you lost your way
Look far beyond today
Far from anywhere near here
Tomorrow lives over there.
Tomorrow's non-existence is a sorrow
Therefore Look beyond tomorrow
The future lives somewhere there
It's an unfinished abstract picture...
You have to look far beyond the future
Hope lives somehere far beyond there.
Don't you look beyond hope
Because nothing else lives over there.
So If nothing else lives beyond there,
It certainly means you have arrived.
When this happens, know you're blessed...
Evidence that you've worked and focused,
Which means that you did indeed listened
When told to look beyond Tomorrow.

✍️ #IvanBrookspoetry ©️

Been so long Designer, so long my brother
You were truly a dear friend like no other
You left us early for a special voyage to God
It caused us pains but you honored his word
Maybe St. Joseph requested a new designer
Maybe Jehovah called you just as a reminder
That all his good people belong in Heaven.
The wall clock reminds me of you at eleven
When jazz was played on our favorite station,
So fond of clothes, designing was your destination.

Designer, you left soon my bro, been so long
Been so long by Anita is now just a sad song
I just wish you had all the time to do so much
you just wanted to give clothes a classic touch
What an empty void, one that we all have to fill
Even now I can't play our favorite songs at will
Today, we're all still in search of a replacement
A tedious task that feels just like a punishment
Been very long Designer, since you been gone
Breaks our hearts, we know you're on a throne.

Ivan Brooks Sr

How can happiness abound
When hungry kids are around
How can I sleep knowing well
They live in a complete hell
How can I be proud of myself
If I have a pitiful story to tell
How can I turn a blind eye
When a child is blind in one eye

Because their day begins and ends badly
Every day they wake up very early
To collect dunks from malnourished cows
Who can no longer do the daily plows
Grace to the condition of the arid soil
On which the family would have to toil.
So...
How can I go to bed at night
Knowing something's not right?
How can I retire to a deep sleep
When those alive can no longer weep.

Because their lives were beyond broken
When for lights they look up to Akon
Because their leaders don't care about them
All masterminds of a rather brutal clem
The Notorious, heartless and evil warlords
Who became wealthy and turned landlords
It breaks my heart to see wartime millionaires
Keeping their dead brother's bones as souvenirs
So ..
How can I hesitate to expose this evil
By these heartless sons of the devil
How can I allow my voice to be silenced,
When power sharing is not yet balanced.
Why shouldn't I feel very bad,
When their angelic eyes are sad?

©️IvanBrookspoetry

A good man is a great man because
He is selfless and not reckless
He's down to earth and seeks no wealth
He will sacrifice everything he has to help others
A good man wishes for nothing but love
He maintains peace and harmony with his brothers.

A good man will humble himself and strive
And will only seek his people's welfare
His ego will shrink and he'll at all times,
Never with his brother, engage in conflict and warfare.

A good man is a great man because
He sees the good In everything and everyone
He frowns upon ego and embraces everyone
For his fellow man, he'll do just about anything.

A good man is a great man because
His soul is pure and his deeds are noble
A good man's character will be flawless
He is morally just and very very humble
He is content and desires no ill-gotten wealth

✍️ #IvanBrookspoetry©️

When The Blind Leads
Those led become lost
From afar comes loud pleads
To Save everybody at all cost.

Hence salvation costs pray and bucks
The religious few will turn to the church
While the rest march on like ducks
Blindly led, without knowing much.

Quick calls to God's prayer line
Made from the pastor's iPhone 9
Just to make sure everyone's fine
Prepaid calls, another religious 419.

And so time stands still and watches
As the deep gap gradually decreases
And on and on the blind leader marches
As the last signs of hope varnishes.

Yet on they go without direction
Tick..tack tick tack. anxiety increases
As they head in the wrong direction.
Following blindly until everyone crashes!

✍️ #IvanBrookspoetry©️

The good book said God created us,
And the sneaky devil deceived us,
Therefore Jesus died and saved us.
Thereafter, diseases started killing us,
Science and medicine started healing us,
And technology advanced us.

Right after the Internet connected us
Then friends started betraying us,
Our families started misleading us,  
Our partners started cheating on us,
children started disobeying us
And finally, the banks started robbing us.

And amidst all of these wild theories  
Of how we got here and how we evolved,
poetry found us!

Some people will remain dry
When the great flood comes
Many will perish and many people will cry
Some will survive in their big homes
Will it be the wealthy and famous?
For now, it's only a speculated guess
The thought of the flood makes me nervous
Yet I try never to show my stress
I pray that those to survive be either one of us
This flood could be a blessing, swear or a test
And no matter what fate will bring my way,
I can certainly pray and hope for the best
Even if the great flood comes like today
Let it not be that day my soul will rest.

✍️ #IvanBrookspoetry©️

Dear poetry
Listen clearly
Over the years
I shed tears
When you discouraged me,
yelled at me,
disowned me,
overlooked me,
insulted me  
pushed me,
beat me,
cursed me,
used me,
abused me  
vexed me,
addressed me,
**** naked me,
broke up with me
blamed me
Dizzed me
shamed me
and dumped me.

In spite of all this, I stayed
and obeyed
resisted
appealed
begged
agreed
put in work
read
learned
researched
wrote
spellchecked.

Dear poetry
Oh thou makest me happy
My one and only true love
Sent from the man above
I surely know you're mine
The signs are there this time
If the truth can't be spoken
This bond won't be broken,
I have never felt this kinda love
Maybe it comes from above
I feel so very safe with you
Anytime I can call you my boo
From you, I'll never ever escape
Not even in a Superman's cape
Each and every night I stay up late
For words, inspiration and for your sake.

Dear poetry
Listen clearly
This love is like a poison
And for some odd reason
It took me the first moment
And caused me pains and torment
I didn't think we could go this far
I'm now becoming a star
Though I'm not yet famous
My likes and views are numerous
And to say the least.
I'm now a poetic beast!

Dear Poetry
Tonight You look so pretty
Can you stay with me tonight?
I promise to treat you right
On ice is a cool bottle of wine
We can both drink and feel fine
And afterward, we can just curdle
And watch the stars twinkle
And gaze into the constellation
From where I get the inspiration
I will process into spoken words
Words sharper than a Sumarai's swords
With it, I'll win accolades and a price
And a voice in this poetic race.
You 've made me feel so proud
Therefore I'will hail your name aloud
Serenading you among many
At the award and honoring ceremony.

I talk a lot because
I have been through a lot
Seen a lot
Heard a lot
Experienced a lot
Been rejected a lot
Slapped a lot
Misused a lot
Abused a lot
Refused a lot
Lied to a lot
Worked a lot
Partied a lot.
Smoked some ***
Laughed a lot
Danced a lot
And spent a lot.

I know a lot because
Traveled a lot
I met some ladies
Rubbed their bellies
Some were hot
And few were not
I have done a lot
Been to a lot of places
Saw some pretty faces
I had some passionate kisses
Got in some crisis
Had few challenges
Had couple of chases
And had some near misses.

So as you can see
I have been through a lot
Messed up a lot a lot
So it's a lot!

Just like an old master my mind comes alive,
Often not when my side of the world wakes.
When sleepless constellations performs live -
Delivering new ideas like some sweet cakes,
This is rather the product of a timeless flight-
This is what I can show for a sleepless night

With the Virtuoso of an artist in slow motion,
I'm aligned with the universe and the elements,
Braced for an onslaught of creative projection-
With humbleness I received all of the payments.
This is rather the product of a timeless flight-
This is what I can show for a sleepless night

Oh death, you merciless master of the dark underground
Have you no conscious perimeter when you roll call?
Oh death, you heartless master of the great beyond
Does your job description involves making nice people fall ?
Why do you always take the best and leave us grieving?
Your only job is to waste beautiful souls and break hearts
A part of our existence as man mortal by God's reckoning .

Oh death, thy cold and frail hands often takes our dearest
Maybe it's God's will to call home the very best among us
Taking them beyond the starry constellations for eternal rest
Where their souls will ride atop a beautiful golden horse
How long will you cause us pains for your selfish gains ?
Most times you separate us from those we deeply love
Does it please you to silence us and pull hell's curtains ?
Oh death, from us thy grey hands have taken a white dove .

As a resident of hope village be very thankful -
If for breakfast you have just a cup of water,
Say a big prayer to Baba and be very grateful.
Know ye that someday things will get better!
When stock in Hope Village, be very grateful!
I once lived there and boy, life wasn't so easy,
I remember how I would look so very sorrowful,
Using a bowl of water to shave, that's crazy!
Especially when I used old T-shirt as towel,
And rotated an umbrella as part of my roofing
life was hard but hope was on another level,
I knew that answer to my prayers was coming.

Despite the fact that I lived in abject poverty-
Hope made my condition seemed less pathetic -
All my situation was under God's own authority,
And my goals and objectives were authentic.
Never give up, hardship is only a transit camp.
One day your rescue Angel will come souring,
With solutions illuminated with a bright lamp-
Lights you'll always need as you go hustling!

To the residents of Hope village, never despair-
If wind of change is yet to blow in your direction,
Stay strong Hope village, real rescue is in the air,
It surely will if the Almighty is your connection.
I see you are a resilient bunch, so be very strong!
Though trials will come, hold on and be resolute,
Blessing for those with deep hope never goes wrong,
From a veteran of the movement, I say a big salute!

I pray you will keep to the fundamentals of hustle -
Know that on that very special day of God's reckoning,
Your stars will dance to success' beat, not struggle,
And the village's talking drums will echo your blessing.
Everyone far and near will know reward time has come.
People of hope village, come get your reward for courage,
Say goodbye to yesterday and say to tomorrow, welcome!
Soon, your last sight of the mango trees in your village-
Will be a breathtaking thirty five thousand feet far below.
As the white magic bird climbs hosting your dusty heels,
Sad faces will say bye and friendly faces will say hello.
There you'll know how the answers to your prayers feels!
Someday you will return as a great hero to your village,
To lament on the audacity of hope and your very own story -
With motivational messages to give everyone some courage,
Poverty will no longer be the main topic, it'll be history !

#Vanguard-poetry23
twitter @ivanclappers

The world's on fire, peace is extinct
Look how fragile peaceful minds can get
All hostile minds are having a ball right now.
It's like peace got embellished in chaos.
Where's peace at, what happened to her?
Regional, global local, peace is in short supply.
This is the renaissance of a new world order
Where partial peace coexists with total chaos
People only search Google for mostly facts
Not for solutions to some distorted peace

What is peace then, how can it be?
Just a routine rhetorical question
Coming from the disturbed mind in me
Listen, One-minute partial peace
Bang, another minute total chaos!
Nowadays, Instability everywhere is commonplace
As unscripted hate rhetoric freely echos,
From jihadic podiums to confused minds.
The conspicuous birthplace of premeditated evil.
The mind, soft spots of those totally confused
Call it the hotspots and playground for the devil.
I, the skeptic, to say the very least,
See this quiet storm as a distorted peace!

twitter @ivaclappers

I hit play, Deng's's music was on repeat
The deep sultry voice sent soft echoes
Bouncing off everything into the street
Kemah smiled and laced her ballet shoes.

Kemah moved like a seductress in heat
Undulated her hips, moved to her feet
And she began to slow dance to the beat
Spinning like a flamingo on the street .

Deng nodded as she started to swing
There's really no dancer like Kemah
Her backside, rhythm, her everything
This was beyond contemporary Zomba .

I too wanted to rock to Deng's beat
Snapping my fingers, swaying at will
I just smiled and remained in my seat
But my old bones refused to sit still .

With Deng's latest hit song on repeat ,
Kemah's body swayed from place to place
Her entire soul intoned to his aesthetic beat
She was a temptress ,a girl with real grace .

Over where I sat in utter amazement
I felt humid looking at her silhouette
Suddenly I knew what Deng's song meant
For Kemah danced my soul beyond ballet .

Under the glow of the golden African sun
Her moves were flawless and unique
She danced like a young Doe on the run
Kemah was a star ,she was ballerina d'Afrique .

How can you call me baby
when your openly shunned me
Without a little chance to say
I'm sorry and take the blame.

How can you call me at night
When you refused me in the day
For you I cried in broad daylight
On my knees I begged you to stay .

How possible is it now to be needed
When I never was because I was broke
It breaks my heart the way I was treated
For many days I became the party's joke .

How in the world can you say I matter
When I did all to seek your attention
I hear you say to me nos vemos más tarde
In tears I title this my Spanish rejection .

#IVANBROOKSPOETRY

Yesterday is standing with us today
Today too will be with us tomorrow
Today and tomorrow will all pass away
And Adios from me represents sorrow.

If yesterday and today becomes tomorrow
It then makes no sense to look for them both
They took a flight today on the perpetual arrow
Destined for the future,east beyond the south .

Left with us now is only this moment called today
It's actually the leftover of the other day left with me
Which is basically part of the past called yesterday
I hate to say but all these days to me are the same .

I can finally exhale and look far beyond tomorrow
A wise man told me that's where the future lives
All I need to do is apply to God for days to borrow
For the future is beyond distance ,time and miles .
✍️©️
#IvanBrookspoetry

Indeed I was born in a s '''Hole  country
A royal citizen of Norway ,the world's best country
Whose citizens refused to come to a country
That elected an a '' hole to lead their country .

Donald Trump is right to call us s'''hole countries
Officials embezzle millions ,yet can't pay salaries
From dawn to dusk the people moan in anguish cries
Malnourished kids live with hunger disease and flies

African governments made their own homes s*holes
Look at the bad infrastructures bad roads and potholes
With all the natural resources our economies and financial woes
For the impoverished and gullible masses ,there are no hopes .

Let's not get angry at the dumb a''  President of America
But rather direct our discontents at our corrupt leaders in Africa
Who hides money in Swiss banks and vacations in Arabia
Africa,thou mayest not like this ,time to wake up from the coma !

I came directly from through the ranks
All my dues paid, my homage to life
To my God alone all my humble thanks
For bread I slice with prayer knife .

I came strictly from my very own hood
All of my dues I paid through my strife
To mama dear for prayers and our food
For all she sacrificed to save my life .

I came humbly from a very blessed home
All my dues are paid through my chores
To charity, that says take and share some
For all I learned , I am beyond my shores .

I came strongly ready to join the hustle
My dues paid with my years of readiness
To poverty, a real caveat for my struggle
For I've persevered through steadfastness .

#Vanguard-poetry

The voice inside me is never heard
And it doesn't matter how loud it is
Even though I find this very weird
I have never told a living soul about this .

The voice inside me has a frequency
That's measured in some silent decibel
No matter how acute the emergency
No one ever hears a silent bell .

The voice inside me never sleeps at night
It rings in my ears and never stops
Even in my dreams I have to deal with it
Sad that I'll never hear when the pin drops .

The voice inside of me is a vindictive *****
She doesn't care if I deserve some peace
Penetrating my soul like a surgeon's stitch
And disturbing my inner man with ease .

The voice inside of me is a perpetual arrow
It stays in motion and never slows down
Intoned mostly to my pain and sorrow
My voice is a storm that'll never be known .

The voice inside of me is a quiet storm
That will probably never ever be heard
But lives underground like an earthworm
That threads the earth's soil with its head .

The voice inside of me is my late mother's
A voice that continues to bless and inspire
A voice of wisdom I share with my brothers
A voice of a great woman to whom I aspire .
  

#IvanBrooksPoetry
twitter @ivanclappers

My favorite is the one by Jovan
The pervasive scent , nothing tops a musk
Why not Drakkar Noir or Ralph's Polo,Ivan ?
It's the appeal and aroma I love the most !

Musk is my favorite cologne.
That aromatic substance,the smell ,
The way it absorbs like a sponge
The mesmerizing and addictive spell .

The power and confidence when worn ,
the longevity and its staying power
That permeates the soul,deep as a ship's horn
Unique scent that lasts for hours .

The power of its undeniable presence
That lasts from dawn to dusk
Nothing compares to the fragrance
Of the distinct and classic scent of the musk.

On here I may be new
and my views few
but make no mistake
I have a point to make
And I'm here to stay
I have things to say
So show me some love
Or step aside and move .
I have found me a platform
Where I can perform .
I'll write from this podium
And use this medium
to represent and shine
As long as I have the time .

In my dream I was free ,there existed no laws
I Woke up with reluctance just like a returnee
Dazed but Yet, I knew exactly where I was.
I knew then on this earth I was a detainee
So Where do I go at night when I fall asleep ?
Just because I woke up,I had one definite answer
I took a short dream voyage , I went so deep,
The constellation had me spinning like a dancer
It was all like paradise, it felt so wonderful
Even the stars served me cakes topped with cream
It was eventful and brief yet it was very beautiful
Sadly,It was over,I was back from the voyage of my dream.

Why I'm here and doing things
and making long futuristic plans
Adorning my mortal body with furs and diamond rings
Why am I rushing to acquire titles to lands ,
knowing I will soon grow old ,
wither away and someday die ,
Leaving the warmth and be buried in the cold?
Why I'm I here trying to pacify my lie
Knowing this life is just a brief candle in the wind
And knowing I don't even own it alone ***** !
Yet I never come to the realism and make up my mind
That when time is up I wont be saved by my bucks
So why can't I fold my hands and throw in the towel ,
Yet I do all in my might to fight till the final hour
Circumventing the rules  even when ill health whistles a foul
Is it the fighter in me or my ego that has the staying power ?
The answer lies in the question as I reflect on my mortality
Am I a great ball of energy passing through this temporal phase of life ,
Or an Angel to bless or a vessel to channel or just a man in reality ?
The answer will come someday when I sit reflecting on my mortality all by myself.

Some people have time and some have money.
Other people have money and no time left.
Many people have the time but have no money .
Some people haven't money neither time left .

Some people have money and no time for love .
Many people have no love and neither any money.
Few people have money so they get pseudo love.
Some people have love that costs maintenance money .

We don't need to live too long
To leave legacies that will live forever.
For a while we live, forever like legends
Our deeds are here for us to speak
Whoever found guilty of doing us wrong
Need to live longer to amend his broken ties
For a while things will stall, at the end we will talk
Our egos circumvented by deep organic love
The greatest assets of human emotions
Which we don't need longer lives to project
For we will live as long as our words lives on.

We don't need to live too long
To speak out deep words of motivation
For a while our words, forever like legends
The consequences are here for history to see
Whosoever neglects the roots of humble beginning
Should live longer to make amends with the Grios
For a while our dreams will meet, only for a while
Ambition will lead us yet, organic love and spoken words
Words, the seeds of poetry engraved in human DNA
Brought to life by poets, read as words painted in poetry
                   For we will live on as long as our words live on
                        
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I was raised right
So I can bless a black Queen
Who through three trimesters, carried me
Connected by a unique umbilical cord
Where I got oxygen and nutrients and life .

I was raised to become her
World, her motivation, her fight
To say and do the right things
Things she told me when we talked
Talks we had about manhood and life .

I was raised right
So I can raise my kids right ..
I was raised Connected by a deep bond,
love amplified entirely by family ties
Where they get guidance to last for life.

I was raised right
So I can write about raising children
Blessed and gifted by God Almighty
From whom cometh my inspirations
I use to write about good parenting and life .

I was raised right
So I can continue the legacies
Passed down by my forefathers
Linked by genetics and our history
Strength to strength for generations
From my roots, through poetry to my life .

I was raised right
So I can speak against wrong
Mostly done in the right way ,
Obligated to fight for human rights..
From our fights for humanity
comes the true reason for life .

I was raised right
So I can learn right , Walk right
Talk right and do what's right ,
Fighting for my rights quietly..
Deep within our fighting spirits
comes our strengths for life .

I was raised right
So I can pass on the right things..
Impacting the next generation with wisdom
Where they'll have access to sage for life.
At the end they to can become an inspiration
To many great young men who will act right .

I was raised right
So I can love and experience love ,
Planting a seed in human emotions
Where the tree of love will blossom life .

I was raised right
So I can see the good in everything ,
Respecting everyone who has opposing views,
And practices different faiths and born
from another race and culture ..
All because I was raised right .

I was raised right
So I can respect every woman I see
And honor every vow to the one I chose ,
Taking her hand and making her my wife
And good dad to our kids till death do us part .

One day God created the Heavens and Earth and Sonewen
From that impoverished Ghetto came great men and women
And from her shores came Zogos that are nationally notorious
Yet from in one blessed home came a child bound to be famous.

From His Throne he saw that his handed works was very good
So In every households He placed a family to populate the hood
And so from sunrise to sunset, their faces glowed with happiness
Yet it was from one blessed home came a poet bound for greatness.

One day the rumours of war began to echo on the playgrounds
It was December and arid heat had just dried up the muddy ponds
As far as the eyes could see, stranded frogs hopped and jumped
Signs the history of the Sonewen ghetto was about to be transformed.

Transformed it did because in her, the elements of war found a safe haven
Exacerbated by war, compounded by poverty still to God she said Amen
Trusting in Him to bless and bring prosperity according to his divine favors
So from this humble child comes a big thank you for answering his prayers .

When man mortal with a title
Becomes vile and self righteous ,
He walks around with the Bible
Holy acts and all sacrilegious
Carrying LBGQT rainbow banners
Hailing the devil's temporal empire ..
Accomplished false pretenders
Adorned in bright priestly attire
Those revered by man mortal
Who himself discovered religion
But have lost God Himself in total
God the grandmaster of creation,
Who made everything in days
And created mankind in his image
When man transgressed in fleshly ways ,
He taped Agape love to the damage .
And for himself, God created mankind
Then by mankind , God was created
For mere control and mastermind
And to do this the world was reinvented
By man because he wants to play God
But lacks God's divine omniscience
So man can't become his own overlord
Bless the limitation of his intelligence .

One day I wrote in my sonnet
Life is a very beautiful poetry
That lures curious minds like a magnate
and entices it to commit poetic adultery .

I reckon every man is a natural poet
So whether you live as a writer in the country
Or universally recognized as a laureate ,
Every man is the true embodiment of poetry .

Life , poetry and nature are so harmonious
Because they'll capture , stir and evoke emotions
It's like when hummingbirds gets curious
Their songs gives out inspirations .

Whenever life gets tough , poetry continues to flow
As sista Maya Angelou said '' write and be creative !''
Even in the dark your words can glow
Be stoic and see life from a poet's perspective. ''

Poetry measures life's angles like geometry
So call poetry the teleprompter to life
based on this I say therefore life is poetry
and poetry definitely lives in life !

I learned to read and write at school.
I educated myself during my traveling and adventures .
I learned to swim well but it was in life's whirlpool
From thugs in the streets I got my lectures
Life provided me with the courses
My Failures harden my resolves
I got taught by my personal experiences
To get my bread I had to join pack like the wolves .
My tests were my challenges ,help came from no connection.
I failed a few courses and had to do remainders .
Yet through it all , I persevered grace to my street education ,
I was promoted to the class of those called breadwinners .

Somehow I knew my only way out was to hustle
So I set out to find myself but missed my way many times
I ate grass ,lighted trees ,ran the streets to beat the struggle
From the streets I learned to calculate my nickles and dimes .
I discovered poetry from the greatest book called the Bible ,
Written by the author and finisher of my faith , Jah most high
After writing my first poetry thru prayers ,I knew I was able
Thank God for the school of life ,I know everything will be aight !


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I am Kunta Kanti, here is my story,
I came from the kingdom of Jubaru,
I'm the most famous Black male slave in history.
Before freedom and just before uhuru,
I came here chained as helpless as a slave
***** changed my identity and named me Toby
On my knees I begged my dreads not to shave
He did and from then on ,his rules I decided never to obey.

I was brought here chained from my toes to neck .
Lying in my own filths and panting for some air .
Look at how *****'s whips ruined my back ,
Many times in anguish I wondered if this was fair
Fair or not, the damage has been done,
I am a warrior, so for me don't you ever be sorry !
Someday my scars ,this cotton field will all be gone ,
I'm not Toby, call me Kunta Kanti  , and this is my story !

I'm a black man , I'm the essence of toughness
My roots are deep like the mighty baobab tree
Once a chained slave, today I stand in greatness
I'm a black man , I'm a proud man and I'm free .

I'm a black man , once the master's possession
I have scars stamped to my soul but I'm free
Once a cotton picker , I now have a profession
I'm a black man , a very proud man and I'm here.

I m a black man , the first born of mama Ebone
The black Goddess , the true mother of humanity
Once upon a time in jubaru, I sat upon a throne
Where my queens and warriors all lived in unity.

I'm a black man, I will always be the best runner
Shoot me if you will but my black soul fears no guns
Once like Garvey, today like Usine and Obama , I'm a winner
I'm a free black man and my soul hosts a thousand suns .

I say learn to practice what you preach
You have no rights to tear other people down
Remember this life is a long sandy beach
Each man has a unique print of his own.

So learn to always show love and support
No man is an Island, the famous adage says,
Brother-keeping is what life's entirely about
And kindness is a blessed seed sown for better days.

Love your neighbor as thyself, the good book says
How long will we go contrary to this universal law,
Commanded by God Himself since ancient of days?
A law in which he invested time and love to draw.

So where is humanity, where is that universal love?
It's time for the strong to give the weak a helping hand
The seed of love is the will of the Most High from above
So let love become that unique footprint left in the sand.

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In a great song Marley once said
Growing lot of hair meant knowledge
Rastafarians went on dreadlocks raid
And so Peter Tosh skipped college .

Bob said Stand up for your rights
People without rights stood as well
That was the beginning of our fights
From then on, I heard the alarm bell !

Angstrom too quoted a line from Marley
The one that says''Now we see the light''
God bless his soul for coming in so early
Man I must admit , he's poetically bright!

Some days we are productive when we walk
Depending on where we go with the message
Some days we are destructive when we talk
Depending on the interpretation and usage.

Some days we can be helpful in our absence
Depending on the toxicity we bring with us
Some days we can do all these with our silence
Depending on the complexity of one's status .

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One day the devil was admitted to hell's main ER
All because of a desperate prayer to God from me
The devil was struck by the Holy Ghost fire, said his Doc
*** , I tweeted ..what a pretty big shame!
The demise of the devil just went viral on twitter ... WOW !
Yes, I survived and escaped his deceptive little evil snare
It's sad when the devil suffers a knockout blow
This is for him a hellish news to bare ,
And for twitter and all my followers to relish , a great moment !
And so I reckon that this will be a great testimony to share
Through a tweet about the devil's torment .

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