Life at a stand still,
People gazing through broken eyes.
As the world hasten its pace.

But do not fear,
All that is safe is dear.

Exposing itself with daunting demeaner.
Do not forget the goal.
Do not lose your self control.

We stand together,
Hand in hand.

Run! Run!
First task at hand
Break free of the glass
That so boldly holds you in the past
The past of rights and wrongs
Unbearable heartless and undying love
The pain of loses
And the ever pleasant memories
All quickens yours strides
Blasting you from the glass of the past

Run on! Run on!
The final task has begun
Let the past run along side you to the light
Bring forth what the broken glass left behind
The teachings
Let it focus your mind
Bring peace to your soul
And encompass your body
Your strides quicken ever more
The ever present light passes on by

Run free! Run free!
Freedom at last
Your body soars from the ground
Removing the last of the shackles
The freedom of the future
Possibilities have become endless
Rewrite history
Reinvent the music
Dreams become reality
Begin anew

Ah the future of freedom

sigh*
Unease to see the sun setting
Darkness rears
Oh so near
The day was full of sunlight
Sustaining the life all around us.
Oh what a glorious day it was.
Birds were flying high in the sky
Singing songs of freedom and love.
Cooling breezes pass by
As we can continue to run, jump, and swim.
Emotions are high;
Couples love,
Friends laugh, and
Families share.
Sun continues to set
The world slows down
For us to rest.
Can't wait for the world to blossom once again.

The door shuts
Cars stop
People stop moving
As the world is plunged into absolute silence.

Mines don’t explode
Tanks sit still
Guns not fired
As the war is plunged into absolute silence.

Birds stop chirping
Clouds aren’t moving
Water stops flowing
As nature is plunged into absolute silence.

The world is silent
And I know why
This is what happens
When music stops
..….Silence……

None know the dangers of war
None know feeling of combat
Only ones that do are soldiers of war
Citizens that join the military know the risk
A lot accept the risk
Some even want to die fighting for their country
Or has that glory for fighting for one's country gone?
No it hasn't
It will forever be in a soldier's heart
Some don't believe in their country's action
But they still do the job without asking questions
Soldiers stand tall
Soldiers stand proud
Soldiers let your voices be heard
Because you are the heroes and heroines
Of the so called greatest country in the world
Many will look up to you
Many will follow your lead

We want to be seen
We want to be heard
We want the world to see our dreams.

Take a step back
Observe the land
Take a step back
Observe the people

Break away from the world.
Swallow your fear, walk into the fog
As it engulfs you, don't run.
Let the fear settle in, then escape.

Sitting in my favorite chair.
Sipping my honey filled tea,
Like an elegant glass of wine.
My unbalanced chair teetering,
Back and forth.
Giving an illusion of an old man,
Rocking back and forth.
A day of work; sweat and blood,
Was finally drifting away.
Relaxation was advent.

I decide to check the news.
Changing it from my beloved show; Cowboy Bebop.
What was being depicted,
Widen my eyes.
Not in horror or sadness.
But in surprise and shock.

I have been secretly follow this story.
To see it in video.
To see the actions taken.
To see the great land of pharoahs in revolution.
Bedazzled me.

Still sipping on my honey filled tea.
All I could do was to hope.
Hope these actions for change,
Do not be forgotten.
Hope that civil war doesn't ensue.
Too many have died already for the cause.

Of course hoping isn't much,
Physically I can only stare.
Stare as I sip on my elegant honey filled tea.
Just staring from the outside is all I can muster.

The stepping stones of life are not beneath our feet.
But held in our hearts and minds.

Floating upon a never ending stream.
It guides me to a destination I could never dream.
Thoughts of change are woven into place.
Tied to nothing, not even a base.

Other streams criss-cross my path.
Streams of thoughts and dreams.
Streams of hate and love.
Streams of happiness and sorrow.
All flowing to their endpoints.

Could of. Would of. Should of.
Ridden the Stream of Dreams.
But change was what I needed.
When will it reach its endpoint, I don't know.
I'll ride until I reach that endpoint, that change.

Soaring far above the clouds

The wind in front guides our wings

Spinning, twirling, and twisting

Around each other

Escaping the abyss to journey

To the place we both longed to be

Excitement blossoming in the eyes

As we grow ever so near

Our nostrils filled with the many

Scents from below.

Floating on a cloud to adjust

to the new found freedom.

Hands interlocked, eyes locked in a stare

as we made our final descent

We gently floated down to the earth

Just like a leaf would glide down to the earth

He sits before the tv.
With its black and white images.
He watches in shock and awe.
What seems to be the greatest thing in the world.
Cars disappear.
Tigers appear.
A woman sawed in half.
Magical reappears.
"Such great feats." He mumbles.
"Such great talent"
Then an idea hits him.
He now knows what to do!
"Yes yes, an illusionist I must be!" He cries with excitement.
Down at the magician shop
He finds the beginners box...

Shuffle

Practice Practice Practice
Its all he has done.
Its time for him to show his skills.
A nearby restaurant has hired him.
So he can show his talent,
To belly swollen customers.
A card flips to the top of the deck,
Not even a clap nor a smile.
A coin bends before them,
Not even wonder filled their eyes.
With his spirit broken,
He tried to perform his last act.
The illusion fails.
The crowd boos and shouts.
"You will never be good."
"Get out, get out".

Shuffle

The bright lights.
Nearly blinding him.
People parade before him,
As never before.
Vegas
An Illusionist dream.
He has finally reach his pinnacle.
Practice Practice Practice
It surely has been the trick.
The crowd wondering what great acts he will perform.
"I'll perform the greatest trick every to be done." He boosted before them.
"This is all just a dream."
"You'll  wake up at home."
"1...2...3...awake!"

Re-Shuffle

The little boy's eyes open from sleep.
"Practice Practice Practice." He proclaimed to himself.
That will be key, he thinks.
"Yes yes, an illusionist I must be!"

Final Shuffle

"Just follow your dreams and you will see."
"Just look at me, I'm in vegas."
He winks

Deal

Royal flush

I count the days until i see your smiling face
and wrap my hand around your waist.
You arent very far in distance,
but in time your an eternity away.
The memories of us seem so real and current, but im constantly proven they are a fallacy.
I talk to people about the way we used to be, and its always the same "why arent you together?"
As i tell them the truth i appear to remain unphased.
While i walk up the stairs holding myself up, that single tear that falls reveals it all.
My decisions and mistakes of the past haunt my present life.
The times i hear your voice brings a smile to my face even if only for a second.
Then the smile fades as i realize what i have given up.
You hear it in my voice and tell me not to lose hope.
I say i havent when in reality i know the hands of fate have already decided for us.
What i would give if i could see you even just for a short time as friends.
Every now and then your face haunts my dreams showing what i could have had.
You were my first love that i know.
Forever remember me...

How can a time call The Present exist?
When Time is never at a still moment.
One could say;
"This very moment is The Present"
Even though as the words pass their lips,
the words have been dragged
back to The Past.
Is The Future not merely one second away?
Perhaps, The Present is a conjunction of the two.
Perhaps, its to describe our current situation or whereabouts
Perhaps, The Present is a lie.
Until proven wrong, by some radical scientist.
The last of the three is my belief.

1,000 years have passed and gone.
Seasons have turned.
Civilizations, have been wiped out.
Generations, have seen their share of life.

There is one helpless soul.
Which even Sleeps' cousin doesn't smile upon.
With each breath life left him.
The Prisoner, still perched on the wall after 1,000 years.

He rose his head the slightest.
Stared pass the iron bars that caged him.
Into the hallway.
The candles still burned.

Fog started to drift towards his cage.
It rose 6 feet into the air.
The smell of sulfur filled his cage.
The fog shaped itself as a door, she walked out.

A golden eyed beauty stepped forth.
In a all black dress, with golden trims.
"He comes this eve."
A smile etched across his face.

The Stranger continues his mission.
Traversing from grasslands
To a forest filled with dead trees.
Walking upon a Beaten Path.
Critters going about their night
Feasting,
Grooming, and
Running.

The Stranger stares up at the Moon
It has reached it's peak.
Within moments he realizes the Moon
Seemed a bit different.
It donned a waxing crescent.
As if smiling to him.
Goosebumps appeared on his arms.
Creepy, he thought to himself.

The Stranger contiuned onward.
The night acompanyed him,
With every step and breath.
The cold was becaming ever more bitter.
He pulls the hood over his head.
Trees began singing their ghostly songs.
Critters seemed to be banished,
As if the Beaten Path forced them off.

The Stranger felt unease.
"Something isn't right here."
He mumbled to himself.
But his lips did not part.
In fact it was a bit diffcult to open.
Actually it wasn't even budging.
Then his eyes fell upon a figure.
He stopped dead in his tracks.

The figure moved closer and closer,
Faster and faster.
He wanted to say something.
He wanted to fight.
He wanted to run.
He wanted to finish his mission.

He stares silently up,
At starlit sky.
Taking in the twilight and arctic cold.
He looks past,
The king crowned lake.

Over the mountain range.
The Moon peaks above it.
Letting its power be known.
It sways the king crowned lake.

The Stranger in awe,
At the power and beauty.
The moon rose ever higher.
Dwarfing over the stars.

A tingling feeling swept over him.
A eerie blue light encompassed him.
He began to rise towards the moon
He floated above the king crowned lake.

Fright and the dreaded,
Feeling of heights
Were the initial feeling.
Now freedom swallowed each.

Was the Moon showing its true power?
Was the Moon giving him freedom?
Was the Moon guiding him?
Was he merely just dreaming?

He's body began to rotate.
To the south of the king crowned lake,
Another light shined brightly, on the Door.
A smile etched onto his face.

His freedom.
His mission.

The Figure gained speed.
The Beaten Path continued to shallow him.
The Stranger did not know which would **** him first.
He relaxed, and accepted his fate.
Mud encompassed his head, the Figure was inches away.

Life gave way from his body.
His head went limp, he fainted.
The Figure stopped the mud, and sighed.
"Humans."
The Stranger awoke, as the sun shined on him from the east.
This Figure did not have the predominate human features;
No ears,
No mouth,
No nose,
No hair, and
No pupils.
But eyes stared blankly at him.

Death, was amused that he didn't faint.
Then the laughter came when, the Stranger figured out who he was.
The laughter filled his head, echoing through his body.
"Yes, Death is thee name and fame."

The Stranger was still dazed and confused.
Yet he managed to shake off the feelings.
"May we have the palaver thee seeks?" He said without parting his lips.
"Aye I will speak, thee will hear."
The Stranger nods, and relaxes within the mud cage.

The palaver lasted from mid day to sunset.
Finally, the Stranger was able to ask questions.

"Why does Death want Hate destroyed?" Was his first question.
"Just because I don the name Death, one should not assume my alignment is evil.
Death should not come at the expense of hate.
You humans swing hate around like a sword.
That is why me and Life caged him here so he can wither in silence."

"Why not **** him yourself?" Was the second question.
"I did not create him nor did our father Essence, humans did.
Hate is the humans doing."
"That will be all."
"Good, a piece of advice Stranger.
Sorrow and Resentment will doom you."

The mud erodes away, at Deaths command.
Death disperses into the air.
The Stranger gathers himself, and continues onward.
The advice played within his mind as he walked.
His mind filed the advice away.
He needed to reach the Door, nothing else mattered.

They are..
Life
Mothers that care for their young
The soldiers that fight for their country
Nieces and Nephews
Seeds of the future
Brothers and sisters blood or not
The inspiration that drives us
Fathers that work day and night
Strong
Things we hold dearest to our heart
Lovers that withstand the worst
Memories that can’t be lost
Always there in the toughest times
The reason we face our fears
Friends that will never let us down
Hope
Most importantly, they are you.

This Girl is amazing
This Girl is awesome
This Girl is strong
This Girl is funny
I could go on forever
But she already knows all this
There is something about her
I cant write it
I cant even grasp it
But its there and its strong
Because I can feel it when we touch
She knows I care about her
Because she is dear to me
If she is dear to me why hurt her?
I provoked something I shouldn't of
Now will I lose This Girl?
How would I get This Girl back?
All I can do is HOPE
That our friendship is still intact.
To me a friendship is stronger then a relationship
To risk such a friendship can be the hardest
A relationship can end in tears
A friendship never ends
My last and final plead
Can you still be my friend?

Contrary to popular belief,
My mouth does not,
Speak to what my mind,
Suggests in a whim.

It rolls around,
Among the many thoughts.
Takes its numbered ticket,
And waits among the others.

Only to be pushed back,
By other thoughts,
More important.
Until I saw you again.

Lost of breath.
Speechless.
Others egg me on,
To speak what I feel.

I cautiously take steps,
Towards you and your beauty.
Nervous.
Shy.

To speak to you,
Was a dream come true.
We laugh.
We kiss.

To speak to you,
That all it takes.

Why is it titled;
Unforgettable?
Will it be a poem that
Brings forth memories?
Or is it to instill
Sorrow and sadness?
Perhaps its to reflect.
To gaze into the poets mind.

No no,
It can't be.
Can it be to relate with us?
As we pass each other as drones.
Doing what we know;
Work,
Eat,
Sleep, and
Dream.
Does it traverse deeper then that?
Unforgettable.
Such an compelling word.
At times quite daunting.

Now back to the question at hand.
Its nothing.
Its not a poem for one to relate.
Not to omit feelings.
There was no purpose.
An yet I wrote and
You read until the end.
A poem of nothing.
Yes yes,
That is quite unforgettable.

What more can be surreal;
To live among the clouds
Or to be as free as birds.
Unbounded to this earth,
would be the sweetest of dreams.

From a crawl to a walk
From a walk to a jog
From a jog to a sprint
From a sprint to flight

Cascading to the earth
as a mere option.
The sky is were we dwell.
The clouds our homes.

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.

We laugh
We cry
We hug
We sigh
We look for reason why we walk this earth.

They sing
They dance
They kiss
They mate
They look for a connection instead of love.

You wonder
You drift
You speak
You rabble
You look for a way to be heard.

Mad
Furious
Rage
Enraged
Hostile
These are all the words that don’t describe who I am as a person

Forward
Brash
Bold
Unfrightened
Unapprehensive
Words that I wished that described who I am.

Reserved
Calm
Brassy
Free
Easy
Words that other people say that describe who I am.

Angry
Tranquil
Unworried
Unease
Words that describe who I am.
Now ask yourself
Who am I?

From family to friends to co-workers.
I'm always asked the infamous questions.
Why help?
Why volunteer?
Why not finish your degree?
I don't do it out of pity, or
To add to my resumé.
To see the smile on their faces.
To let them know the world is not filled with evil.
To allow the children the so called
"American Dream"
That is the happiness I get.

They say I have never been homeless,
Or that poor.
And yet I have ridden that line.
I have even dipped my toes,
In that icy water.
I do not except to change the world
I do not except them to remember me
I just want people to know,
Some of us actually care.
Will I finish my degree?
Or will I keep roaming this world,
Doing what little I can?

An angel?
Is this my angel?
Such a beautiful face,
leaving imprints in my soul.
Her eyes piercing into my mind,
Seeing my true intentions.

This angel.
This must be my angel.
I try to reach,
But her wings kept her from being breached.
She beings to turn,
Truly revealing her majestic wings

Why?
Why must she leave?
Finally realizing she was drifting away.
My mind begins to race,
But she moved with such grace.
With her silky hair rippling behind her,
like the ocean.

Gone
Left me behind.
Was it all an illusion?
Can such a beautiful angel exist?
Those white majestic wings,
trimmed with gold.
Were the only images,
that didn't grow old

Those wings
Must find those wings.

The essence of words
Goes beyond their meanings
Consciousness itself is word dependent
Their mere use can bring together the world
Or shatter a civilization
They describe our feelings
Whether sad, happy, or filled with unhindered love
Imagining a world without words,
Would be incomparable to anything else.
As words are the mother of all memes.