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Quentin Briscoe Jul 2014
This mind is the treasure
You all hold the key
To unlock
this golden nugget
located inside of me...
Verbal emancipation
More than just a copper coin
Its like Fort Knox inside a skull
Located in Illinois.
All I need is one thought,
One Phrase,
one Word,
Might thinks its nothing now
But a billion pennies
Can change a egg in to bird
Boy into a man.
A woman into a Queen
I mean Its all in what you say
Are you living the Dream
or just reliving your dreams
You can unlock the writers block
just live, love, and believe!!....
So as I conjure up a potion
that will leave you spell bound..
I'm A Wizard off the Wall...
that once shot Bullets at your mind...
The good kind Don't worry
Your Kane, Kendricks, Murphy
So You've opened a Door
to a supernatural experience..
Its the PyschoSuperhero
Raw, Brisk, and Delirious
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2014
I don't want her to fall prey to my words....I just want Her to fall in love with my Existence....for having these words sink into your skins is nothing...like its nothing for my tongue to do tricks all around your lips...You may think of me as a hunter...but I'm a lover...and I only devour fresh fruits... I want to grow roots...deep...because I'm long enough to stay planted inside...Rich soil...I mean what I have is worth growing...So your staring but your not engaging...so right now you're telling me that your dying for something.... falling victim to the words...But what about me...Would you hold on to me for security.. hold my hand for guidance...lay in my arms for comfort...Use my body for pleasure. Or would you prefer to be at the mercy of my tongue... letting my words commit Glorious epiphyses on skin... Singing Euphoric melodies and hymns... Committing Murderous acts and sins... Wisdom...baby King me... Crown me and I'LL let you move like chess... Everywhere You will be a blessing, My best... So Lioness...What will it be? My Words? or My Existence??
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2014
Whistle if you dare...
compliment if you must...
And Die the most brutal way imaginable..
at the hands of cowards..
afraid of their own imperfections
Will they still
Till you..
no longer for just the glare of a woman
but for the stunting of your pride...
the capture of your soul
The control...
beat your mind until your teeth bleed gold..
your fist scream ******
and your heart is broken
given you the mentality of a Dope boy
Not a Black Boy..
Fight for what he believes
Now you fight just to breathe
because Air ain't free
and neither is your smile..
because they've beating you senseless
worthless....
unrecognizable as the Kings and Queens
you once were...
what a horrible death...
through the deception
that you will always be less...
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2014
I bleed emotions, Pain's a Feeling
I feel your skin against mine...
I feel our heartbeats in sync...
This Love is worth our time
Your Love Gun got me open...
"Can you feel the love tonight"

You've Shot me in my vulnerability
The tears won't stop falling down
I thought I was strong enough
You Queen have proven your power..
Don't go through with this tyranny
Your Love may drift into oblivion

I can't save you from yourself
I've poured all I had In
I would trap myself with you
So you'd never be left alone
two souls inside of one body
I know this would never work

I want you as my sunrise
Not as my moonlight at nighttime
Awaken to the smell of you
Die at the sight of you
You are the one I've wanted
I would do anything and everything

Can you promise not to run
I know I may look human
Far form this world is home
My father will call me soon
Will you be ready for departure
I'm nothing like most other men

You are the Goddess I requested
Demanding Respect Love & my time
Kings have renounced thrones for you
You are Glory in Heavens eyes
The Holy Grail of my choosing
Vow to you my entire Being..


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(Do me a favor if your up to it. Read every line of this poem in a different order, not just changing each 6x6 individually then tell me what you got from it I wanna see the different interpretations)
The screaming
children of Gaza
torment the sleep
of a troubled world,
and remain a real-time
unending nightmare;
anointing The Levant’s
fevered brow
with a diadem of
incessant grief.

Gaza is a burning
ankh that sears the
madness of sorrow
upon Egypt’s skull.

Gaza,
an unblinking
third eye
of shame,
peers into
Lower Egypt’s
closed window
ever reproaching
it’s turbulent
conscience;
chiding fellow
Muslims with
the ugly memory
of abject affliction,
the endless images
of a living Guernica
suspended in the hell
of indefinite imprisonment
all Palestinians are forced
to suffer.

As Zionists ***** the
steep walls of Apartheid to
extend its occupation
of Palestine, it
condemns the youth
of Gaza to a life of
incarceration with no
possibility of parole;
hardening the hearts
and steeling the resolve
of a new generation of
militants to demolish the
walls and the wardens
that imprison them.

The Zionist jailers
bestow upon
Ishmael’s Children
phylacteries of shame,
wearing the rolled
prayers of wailing pain
scribed with bits of
dust from the
the broken walls of
demolished buildings
and desolate homes
beyond habitation,
now housing grief
of trampled souls,
forcing recitations
of deliverance
to Allah while
davening an
incessant drone
of anguish at
the Wailing Wall
of Resentment;
decrying the
blood lust of
undying acrimony,
victimization and
the slaughter of
innocents, carried on
with the imperial license
of state sanctioned impunity.


Father Ibrahim's
feuding children may
share a sacred paternity
but remain the
divided brothers
of different mothers;
stoking a sibling rivalry
more bitter then
Cain and Abel.

Our anguish
never dissipates,
the gnawing
impulse of empathy
to assist the distressed
of Gaza is dashed
by omnipotent
powers recusing
the ability to act.

Sympathy is
embargoed
in the black
obfuscation
of religious
partisanship
while timely
assistance
to aid the
distressed
lie netted in
blockades of
realpolitik
affinities.

Gaza, where
Hashim is granted
his eternal rest,
restlessly inhabits
his unknown grave
from the destitution of
his profaned homeland.

Ghazzat,  “the stronghold”
countlessly conquered,
falling to Roman Emperors,
Lionhearted Crusaders
Ottoman Caliphates,
and British Mandates;
slipping from Egypt’s
geopolitical grasp as
as a casualty of
The Six Day War.

Gaza is now a stronghold of
resent and desperation for a
desperate conquered people.

Ghazzat, the prized city of
the western Mediterranean,
a four star Phoenician port of
caravansaries now unable
to trade with any partners
due to ungodly blockades.

Gaza, has grown wholly
dependent on the largess
of UN aid and meager
subsistence portions
doled out by well
meaning NGO’s.

Gaza, the foot stool of
the Levant and surely
the pathway Father
Ibrahim, Jacob,
Joseph and Jeremiah
traveled to escape
Canaan's famine;
finding at the close
of their sojourn
a table set with the
plenteous bounty
the Blue Nile
unconditionally offered;
the veritable feast
of abundance,
the generous yields
of the blessed delta
that sustained the
Prophets of Judah
and a thousand
generations of the
Nile’s Children.

Gaza, the Achilles
heal of Middle East
peace, land of the
Canaanites, Philistines
and Old Testament
heroes.

Gaza, a fortress for
Philistines who
imprisoned the storied
Sampson, revered for
breaking the chains of
imprisonment and righteously
destroying a pagan temple
in a suicidal act of heroism.

Gaza, where the myths and
legends of rapacious
holy crusaders captured
the western imagination
with the chivalrous gallantry
of religious warfare and
valiant last stands of
Templar Knights employing
the tactical imperatives
of terrorism in service to their
higher God.

Gaza, an oasis
by the sea now
lies dry and brittle
as the precious Hebron
waters of Wadi Ghazza
are diverted to serve
the agriculture of
Judah; condemning
a dehydrated Gaza
panting of thirst
to an imposed drought
and a war of
self preservation
to remove
the dammed rivers
of justice controlled
by intractable powers
laying upstream beyond
Gaza’s mean borders.

The Qassams
lunched by Hamas
are desperate
expressions of
exasperated people,
eager to call
world attention
to the growing
insufferable plight
of a people living
in a perpetual
state of siege.

Its a modern day
David slinging rocks
against an armor
clad Goliath.

Each Katusha
serves as
a justification
for Zionist
intransigence
and condemns
any possibility
for peaceful
coexistence
of a Two State
Solution.

The pointless attacks
invite massive
disproportionate
retaliation and succeed
in prolonging and
increasing the
measure of Gaza’s
agony.

The mystic grace,
the divine power
of satyagraha
-a non-violent
response to the
cruel enforcement of
Apartheid- is Allah’s
way to secure the
moral high-ground
and the surest way
for Palestinians to
expose it’s unholy
adversaries innate
contempt for civil rights
and a refusal to
recognized the
shared humanity of
all of Father Ibrahim’s
wayward progeny and
recalcitrant prodigal sons.

Mubarak’s fall
has allowed the
Rafah Gate
to swing open again.

The concertina
wire that separates
Gaza and Egypt
has been removed.

The prisoners
of Gaza have
an open portal
of freedom.

It is a Day of
Jubilee, a day
of pardon for
for the inmates
of prisons built
for victims.  

It is a day of
possibility for peace.  

It is a day to declare an
Exodus from the land
of bitterness.

Humanity is
offered the hope
of escape from
the prisons of
acrimony, to
freely move across
the staid borders
of intractability
and exclusion.

The hearts and
minds of Palestinians
and Egyptians
are free to connect
and unite once again.

Liberation is
possible only
when we uphold
and honor the
affirmation
of all humanity.

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a poem from the epilogue section of Tahrir Square Voices
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2014
Stay Positive....
Or Fight the Power!!!
I'm a cool cat
cover me in Black
One fist in the air
and the other with a Gat.
Fight the laws of Physics
Huey Newton That...
Blow up fort Knox
We don't even use that..
So that Gold up on your neck
don't mean a thing
I'm steal a oil well
and rock me a Gas Chain..
I'm warning you world
you got my back against the wall
Do you know that my tongue
could assassinate you all...
The era ain't ready..
This vision is scary..
I'm a treat to the peace..
that's why they want me deceased
Start a united revolution
I'm bout to hit the streets..
cause the way it look now
that's where I'm bout to sleep...
all I got is passion
and seeds
revelational creeds.....
Father Ideas with
supernatural needs..
tatatatata
the death of a King
but the birth of a Savior
What a beautiful Thing!!!
Quentin Briscoe Jul 2014
My arms long for your embrace
eyes for your face
and kiss for your lips..

Because it's been too long..
days without you...
you turn my seconds to years..

For I fear...
You forgot..
how we feel....

perfected..
in our connection
but right now I feel broken...

Pieced apart...
for I desire what's not here..
What should be near....

You get me by with
thoughts of
our moments,,,

But my heart wants you now
my passion...
wants to die..

right between your thighs...
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