Every day I walked past the graveyard
on my way to the supermarket.
I had a premonition that those laying there
were watching me or wondering,
who is he, what is he doing in our place?
Meanwhile, I too had multiple questions
of my own ''who are they, what happened
to them during their times?
Do they know
that the world has become a global village
and we going LIVE nowadays,
courtesy of the internet?
As I continued my journey to or from home
each day thinking of those people,
who once walked this earth before us, wondering
what their lives were back then.
Back when there was no FB
or social network to supplement
their times and enhance the social propinquity those days.

IB-Poetry
2/20/2018



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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.

Here's one thing about each day that's a fact
They don't begin and end the same way,
And no matter how challenging and whack
There's really no bad day.
Even though yours may start with a heartbreak,
A delayed rent or some unpaid bills,
know ye that your Lord thy God is great!
So even if you put in efforts and failed on the hills,
Rest assured a day poses no real threat.
So no matter what happens, a bad day never kills.
There's one thing about each day we wake up to,
They all begin and end in a different way
So from now on hereto,
There's nothing like a bad day.

IB-Poetry©️
2/10/2018

Midnight is the free festival of bright ideas
This is the time my side of the world sleeps
When bold and brilliant ideas suffers insomnia
Courtesy of the time zone, a victim of yesterday.
My side of the world is asleep momentarily
Yet the mind eyes of those awake deeply sleeps.  
Some sleepless nights can be progressive nights,
And though the mind eyes suffer defeat,
The reserved army of neurons have lights
With powerful beams to make outputs great.
And just because the ensuing battle looms
It doesn't mean the insomnia demon has won.
This is only a pause in momentum, call it a recess
Oh you renown nemesis of night ravens
Why do you torment me and impede my progress?
Now brace yourself for battle, it's time for revenge.

IvanBrooksPoetry©️

Live freely
your life.

Build solidly
your foundation.

Eat healthily
your food.

Invest wisely
your money.

Think clearly
your thoughts.

Exercise daily
your body.

Give selflessly
to the poor.

Drive carefully
your car.

Love faithfully
your partner.

Serve honestly
your master.

Work diligently
for your living.

Speak truthfully
your mind.

Pray unceasingly
to your God.

Defend fearlessly
your rights.

Move cautiously
in your business.

Travel extensively
the world.

Protect aggressively
your family.

Talk respectfully
to the elderly.

Love unconditionally
your fellow man.

Care absolutely less
about haters.

IBPoetry©️

Be it a **** or *****, everything counts
The heart wants what it wants
and there's no natural remedy
anything less spells tragedy.


©️IB-Poetry
2/24/2018

I see not much through my mind eyes
What I see are dull and blurry images
Some are formless  and impossible to analyze
However  beyond what my ESP manages,
I mostly see alphabets and words on crutches
Badly in need of formation and rearrangement
Literary adoption and eventual placement.

I see not much through my mind eyes
I see tired vocabularies in need of exercise.
Some are so downtrodden and hopeless
I had to squint to gain my optical sharpness.
The nature of what I see is more metaphysical
So I avow to spit poetry that is real and actual.

IB-Poetry
2/17/2018

You asked for me once
I wasn't around.
You asked twice
He's out, said Mr. Brown.

What do you want?
He asked you,
What do I want?
In fact, who are you?

I'm the landlord, he said.
Are you from out of town?
What, are you afraid?
No, you're dressed like a clown!

Haha you giggled
Are you sound?
Again you laughed as if tickled
Proof that you were a clown.

IB-Poetry
2/19/2018

Sometimes we sit in disillusionment
Steady and complacent in our status
Raving in a sinister type of excitement
Waiting for something to come save us.
Willing victims of our applied lifestyles  
Slaves of some of the issues we allowed
Two implementing partners in our lives
From whom we've constantly borrowed
When we were yet engulfed in confusion
We've worked but have been excluded
The world deprived us of a real revolution
Power, this journey is not yet concluded
Act not in utter desperation but wake up
We have many issues, we need to just recoil
It is now time to plan, execute and man up  
When we move carefully things will not spoil
Ponder your moves before trying to fix things
When we mess up, we will definitely rise up
Souring blue skies on a pair of blessed wings
Who knows, we could fly with clouds in a cup
We need to know exactly just what we want
Don't think instant solutions manifests itself
Tell me I lie after hitting this big prayer blunt
Wait a little while, go seek inspiration yourself
Answers to problems don't just come to people
People with issues will always seek a solution
The ultimate path for those who wish to hustle
To all their causes we dedicate this benediction.

Every moment of your life is a testimony.
So no matter how good or bad,
Try to live in peace and harmony
with those who are poor, happy or sad.

Every moment in your life has a reason.
Some will make you feel very very happy.
There'll be moments in which you'll lose direction
making you feel downtrodden and ******.

Some moments will make you lose your voice
All because of the prevailing situation.
In some moments you'll have no choice
but to get confused and run in the wrong direction.

Some moments are like a good time
They'll thrill you and mesmerize you.
In the end, just like flowers in summertime
They'll eventually cease to thrill you.


IB-Poetry©️
2/26/2018

Soon the narrative will change
Because the game is about change.
And those who don't change,
Will be left behind by the change.

So try your best to change.
because the narrative will soon change.
The game too is about to change
So you either change or be left behind.

IB-Poetry

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.~

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

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

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©️

Love and knowledge  
are disseminated using the same principles;
The latter is obtained by reading, research or college
The former can be measured using many variables.

Impact people with the former,
and it will surely be passed on.
Show or treat people with the latter,
they too will spread it like roll on.

©️IB-Poetry
2/20/2018

It's 10:26 pm and I'm full of energy and restless
The ThinkPad with the blank screen beacons.

I tried to resist but it was absolutely pointless
Some fresh ideas just popped up like popcorns.

I have a need for some very new inspiration
A walk alone, a trip in the woods, maybe a tour

Maybe a stealthy visit to the constellation
Where few bright ideas emerge en masse this hour.

I tried t to resist the urge to be active
It was absolutely hopeless

My inner man is too hyperactive
Rendering me totally restless.


IBPoetry©️

I'm underrated
Yet I sit alone
undefeated
On the throne
I created
I'm home.

I'll never be defeated
Not with a drone
Because I protected
My entire zone
With a tool I fabricated
Using a harpoon
That was discarded
By a great typhoon.
But they reacted
And sent a platoon
To have me eliminated
late in the afternoon
Again I circumvented
Them like a half moon
And with all I had, defended
My title like a real goon.

IvanBrookPoetry©️

In troubled times and hard times
I get strong and my faith shines
Even if I'm down without dimes
That's the best time God shines.

In the darkest hours of my trials
I stay grounded and get hopeful
Even if l have to crawl extra miles
That's when I  just remain grateful.

At night time when the sun sleeps
I stay in bed and remain thoughtful
Thinking beyond what my mind keeps
Which is why my mind remains blissful.