"revolutionist" poems
Imagine a world with no discrimination
A world living in harmony comprising of peaceful nations
The only colour reference would be made to nature
Humans will no longer be judged on their nomenclature
Such is a dream seen by all
But Sir Mandela was the one who took the call
On July 18, 1918, a hero was born
But due to his colour all everyone did was scorn
No one in his family had ever attended school
He was the first one to break this rule
On the first day of school their teacher gave them an English name
This was an African custom due to British bias – how mundane
And that is how Nelson became his first name
He kept it even after he shot to fame
A member of the African National Congress
He gave his opponents a reason to stress
A great politician, revolutionist, lawyer and philanthropist
Served 27 years in jail but never used his fist
Although a controversial figure for most of his life
He won the Nobel Peace Prize for ending the South African apartheid strife
On December 5, 2013, this giant passed away
The things that we can learn from him are a lot more than I can say
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 10:30 AM UTC
The enemy's at the gate,
He's
black,
white,
brown,
yellow
He's
Muslim,
Christian,
Jewish,
Atheist,
Buddist,
Hindu.
He's,
a revolutionist,
a communist,
a capitalist,
an extremeist,
a terrorist,
an infidel
He's got,
cluster bombs,
weapons of mass destruction,
heat seeking missiles,
the atomic bomb.
He's
going to **** your women,
burn your house down,
eat your children,
and drink your blood.
REMEMBER THIS AT THE POLLING BOTH
AND VOTE ONE------FEAR!
8th November 2010
Nov 8, 2010
Nov 8, 2010 at 3:37 AM UTC
Prelude,
Skin was scorching,
Prickling our naked ankles.
Whispers of passion—amounting to the indefinite.
Excitement overriding fear.
Your smirk—it was scorning my wit, but all the while I was spinning—
Trying to outdo you.
Challenging the norm of lovers before me, despite those many warnings.
And yet, here I am, brushing against your infamous lips,
Having more intentions than I care to share with you,
Because I will be the exception.
I, a determined revolutionist bent on transforming your philosophy.
The inevitable vulnerability, the alleged helplessness found by your touch—
You were all talk, and nothing I couldn’t handle.
_____________
Interlude,
Something encroaches now.
A force unplanned.
It violates me. It breaches the wall of my veins.
Slithering, swimming —
A parasitic force of which I was convinced I was immune.
Biology’s symbiotic model; forever tainted by our act.
For many a love was given in primal flesh, yet goes unrequited in spirit.
I believed I could break this cycle.
I, the revolutionist
Believed I could topple your deeply set pride.
I believed I could crack your shell and pull out the viscera,
Bleeding, pulsating in between my fingers, and let the mass slide from my hands
To fall upon your chest, floundering in plain view.
I imagined that your eyebrow would raise, your lips would part to form a
Contorted grin, you would sigh, and then admit,
“Nicely Done.”
I believed you would be impressed.
I believed you would be impressed…
______________
Epilogue,
Wit is waning.
Skin is cold, rotting… and wasting.
My beautiful body is rotting.
And I cannot admit that you were right,
Lest I would rot more quickly.
Still unyielding to your claims,
Only so you not think of me as fragile,
Not because I think I may win.
Clinging to the hope that you may someday learn to love
This broken, yearning body.
This fallen revolutionist—
All along a convenient satiation of flesh.
Nov 17, 2011
Nov 17, 2011 at 5:07 PM UTC
Without the audience I am nothing.
If I believed that there was no one out there who was listening
or who cared
or who loved
or who chose to listen
I mean read
I would be a desiccated pear
I would be a tired excuse of a shoe.
I have to know that I am better than nothing.
If I received no feedback at all, no encouraging words from friends,
Sometimes I don't know if I would do it
if I would press on
and walk
and write
and rebel
and destroy
and rebuild
and light up then
burn out.
Sometimes I sit and I think about nothing.
and honestly it's great to know that nothing is something and
maybe I am something
or nothing
or a mouse
or a servant
or a shoe
or a revolutionist
or an egotist
or a **********
or I am a perfect uttered silence
a ****** quiet
or maybe I am Jack's shiner, his swollen-shut eyelid
but maybe
just maybe
I am there for a chivalrous reason and
I got just one good lick in
or maybe I didn't
and I took one like a ***** but
I walked her home
and I kissed her
and she liked it
and I did too
And I am nothing,
And I know this.
What I'm saying is, I wouldn't be able to sleep.
What I'm saying is, I hope I'm something you'll keep.
What I'm saying is, keep reading and I'll keep breathing.
What I'm saying is, and I'll shout it in powdery tones
What I'm saying is, don't make me be alone.
Oct 15, 2011
Oct 15, 2011 at 10:16 PM UTC
You think you are such a revolutionist.
So urban, so very
hipster
You think these people are you
are fascinated by the mindless babble
that is coming out of your
mouth-that you don't even seem to
understand.
You love to hear yourself talk,
and could carry on a conversation,
by yourself,
but you need the nonsensical nods
and approval of others.
You are really just an empty shell.
Through the demonstrations to explain
the complex things that only you
pretend to understand, you are really
just a pretentious *******
who is just as mainstream
as the rest of us because you are
sitting in Starbucks,
Wearing brand new Converse.
Dec 8, 2011
Dec 8, 2011 at 12:39 AM UTC
They took me back to 1967
Where I was
A raging narcoleptic
& a traveling belly dancer
For the Indian circus
A closet anti-war revolutionist,
You met me
In the dust storm of the
Reenactment of
History in the making
I think at first I only
Liked you
Because we'd had the
Same dream
About elephants and
Talking stars
Could you have loved me then?
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 1:57 AM UTC
let me remind you:
know that i am the scream
i am the protest
i am the revolution
i am the awakening
of every black leader
every protester
every revolutionist
every poet
every writer
that has breathed and lived and paved paths
and immortalized and cut scathing with their art
that has cut swaths through rivers
that have tunneled through caves
that have smeared wet earth on their faces
that have picked through the foliage on mountains
know that i am every woman who has bled for her child
know that i am every foreign tongue that has unbound us
know that i am every unshackled and raised fist
know that i am a woman
know that i am a black woman
i am every black queen
i am not a display
i am not an object
i am not something to be coveted
you have no right to salivate over me
you have no right to stitch lust into my skin
you have no right
let me remind you:
i am a black woman
soft, wild, and free
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 2:02 PM UTC
”Are you in?”
said the revolutionist
“Or are you out?”
said the gambler
“What are you on?”
said the pusher
“What are you about?”
said the philosopher
“What are you of?”
said the professor
”Where are you at?”
said the explorer
*“Do you feel?”
said the poet
Aug 24, 2021
Aug 24, 2021 at 6:03 AM UTC
I will not conform to your ideal.
I will not follow the footsteps of those ahead of me or those behind me.
I will not copy the beliefs of my peers
Unless I agree of course.
For I have my own mind, my own style, my own grace,
My own pace.
I walk the way I wanna walk
And I talk the way I wanna talk.
And I feel the only way I know how to feel,
With passion, power and a delicate strength.
If you are so lucky to see...
I will not groove to the sound of your music,
If it’s not to my beat.
I will not laugh at your jokes
To be in your good seat.
I will not play in your colours,
If you’re not in my team.
Because I can jump and kick about,
Or stay silent in my dreams.
I am not trying to be a rebel, renegade or revolutionist
Being different is all the same.
I’m not going out of my way to defy, disregard or disagree.
I am an influencer, influencee, influenced.
I am a piece of all of you
And I am a picture of no one
I believe everyone makes mistakes.
I believe we can all be a disgrace .
I believe we can all fall into the same trap.
I believe once and a while we can all snap.
What I believe you may not agree.
What I say you may not relay.
But you might just remember this,
I believe being wrong is a right.
Apr 17, 2010
Apr 17, 2010 at 4:18 PM UTC
Still running from the police
While the streets screaming
For peace
I see more and more brothers layin on the
Streets covered with white sheets
Dont ask me why
I got hate in my heart for the law
They been fuckin' us
Since slavery and they say we free
But that ***** lady liberty
Never gave me my papers
And yea im . Kickin us dust
Put my trust on my own **** self
Packin' mad ammunition
With a fully auto matic ak on the shelf
So go ahead and get mad
Yall cant **** me my spirit will revenge thee
I know martin marched the battle
And malcolm showed em the black fist
Which proves they scared of a revolutionist
Now drop all you crooked *** cops 187
Leave society wailin'
And ill still be bailin'
Now that im fresh on bail
There always a snitch to tell
Runnin' to the law
Gets you a fractures jaw
And 200 lbs of body with a razor
Straight to ya throat
Check ya air pressure
Times goin' flat on ya back
Hopin' to make it death couldnt break it
**** em
There always a cain in the neighborhood
Even though
We have our ups n downs
We still somehow hold each other down
Cant trust noone even ya family
Members be buggin'
Still muggin'
At twenty eight in the mix
Sippin' on tangeray or the henny
With a spliff to match that
On the waist a eight pound gat
**** up if ya want too
And watch death come hunt you
So just play it cool fool
I aint tryna say im the baddest
But i gotta defend mine
Especially to punk *** one time
Meanwhile im still sailin'
Ocean coastin'
Breakin' the bells of liberty
Still bailin'
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
JO AND I ARE GOING BACK HOME NOW, IT'S DONE,
WE'VE HAD EVERYTHING FROM PHUKET TO HUMDRUM,
I'D LIKE TO THANK YOU ALL FOR YOUR HEARTS, YOUR CALL,
I GAVE SOME, FOLLOWED AND TRIED TO READ YOU ALL;
I HAD CRITICAL ACCLAIM, PERHAPS STRUCK A CHORD,
I DON'T MIND THE ADMONISHMENT - MAYBE YOU WERE BORED,
BUT IF I MADE YOU LAUGH, EVEN MADE YOU CRY,
IT WAS WORTH EVERY MOMENT THAT I COULD TRY
TO BRIGHTEN THE DAY OR FOR THAT MATTER - THE NIGHT,
WITH THE 'REVOLUTIONIST' HOLDING COURT, GIVING US A FRIGHT,
'TITANIA' WAS 'ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT' IN AN EERIE GLOW,
I SAID TO LIGHTEN UP, ILLUMINATE, NOT LOOK LIKE INDIGO;
MAYBE SOME THINGS WERE WRONG BUT NOT IN THE MAIN,
I WILL RETURN TO ' RIGHT ' AND SEE YOU ALL AGAIN.
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
am i hearing voices in my head?
maybe its just a call from the dead godspeed
my heartbeats to the ***** streets enemies in a creep
will i be put to sleep or will i
evade the conflict? cuz everyone on my ****
i gotta make a move quick strategist from past war tactics
makes me react quick oh ****
there they go i see shots galore I'm on the floor
i see man the mirror with mad gore
is it god tryna store in a blessin **** sessions
my spirits full of aggression **** i shoulda had my smith n wesson
will i die or will the lord spare me an eye?
and let me live so i can i see my future kids
sippin' on this henny aint makin it no better
i got mad pain i remember my homies blood stains
tattoo tears hidden my fears bo longer worried
so i aint scared to be buried dead or alive im like a beehive
honeys surroundin' me tryna milk me for my money
but they gets nothing but a gun blast then i laughhhh
right in they face trading places eradicate the racist politics happy bday *****
know yall goin to the ditch
crooked i in the media eyes but they cant help it until i die
i get hated then cremated back to hell where i originated
dont care whos there empty rooms for the wombs
while im sleepin in the tombs earthquakes hearts shakes
once god tears drop satan just waitin' he aint in hesitation
ghetto heaven is my destination
uh cops is full of **** tryna get every brother in my hood hit
then they try smile like they happy just like they did my grandpappy
but papa wasnt no punk he had to dump
eyes red bloodshed im seeing pain ancestors speak to me
while im on liquor mayne half down the bottle im feelin' queazy
so when ya see me take it eazy
im just rumblin born revolutionist truth hurts the most
enemies stay real close til ya a ghost
light up a blunt to keep my troubles loose i aint scared to die
my only fear of death is coming back reincarnated
cuz in heaven there no phonies just gangsta *** homies and thugs with galore drugs
and slugs hit it?
cuz my own fear if being reincarnated after death
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
I ask myself why I was sent on Earth to die
But why even ask why I blaze thoughts to the sky
from a natural high hopefully catch a glimpse of a spy
I see the demons leeching from miles away
So I gotta stay away from all of those adversaries who prey say
I make doomsday look easy judgement upon thee
How ***** I'm just the devils son kin to realist the one
A revolutionist at heart so I know I'll part
Soon to be in a grave see Moses rod save
Me parted polarities of heaven and hell my thoughts dwell soon to sail
Over the oceans smooth coastin'
Yo I got more brothers than the Isleys
Despite the distraction most might see
But I knock em out like Mike Tyson round one in the eighties boxin'
My wit you'll see ya third eye pinched like a ***
From a babies grip these days fools actin' like ladies
D'angelo rappin' in angles I smoke mics like Monte Cristo take sips slow
Of Dom Perignon
Then get back on my grind embrace the shine
My face is in the sun my platoon is the moon
Army of darkness watch me spark this
Flint damage braincells til it swells
Bodies smell from that gats that derailed
Ya body off of the tracks my flows loco-
with the Motives rhymes explosive
Take em down like Otis don't try to quote it
Hip hop i re word it you heard it from me
I'm that last of the dying breed holdin'the seeds
Of hip hop replanted the crops
Now all the weaklings begin to drop
Feelin' victorious once I reclaimed the top
Of the pyramid ya dig I'm Michael
True ****** snatching ya title you don't want a rival big Yosef the fittest for survival
Mar 23, 2019
Mar 23, 2019 at 11:46 PM UTC
I'm not a Revolutionist
Will bring change in a fortnight
But,my intention is to aware You
To make You awakened
Through the shower of Knowledge
Not a Man of Letter I'm
Simply a Humanity Lover-Written on 07.11.2012
Apr 12, 2016
Apr 12, 2016 at 12:07 PM UTC
i want to embody every girl.
i want to be a sunday school girl in the ‘60s, red ribbons in my hair, two neatly tied plaits the color of wheatfields, riding my bike down cobblestone streets, sunlight kissing my neck.
i want to be a tattooed punk rock worshipper, electric blue hair and ray-bans, fishnet stockings and the city a blur of entangled lights in the rear-view mirror of my motorcycle.
i want to be a venice girl who reads valentines for a living, rapunzel hair all soft sculptured ringlets, a pet blue bird and summer dresses in floral prints, long eyelashes and sowing glitter.
i want to be a french artist and revolutionist in the ‘90s, **** paintings and led lights, portraits out of beer cans and pencil shavings, a student of the fine arts falling in love again and again with the light and how it falls on the sidewalks & people’s faces & the trees.
i want to be this girl and that girl, a romanian princess in her 20’s, an old witch with a grisly past, a gypsy on the run, a victorian model, a historian with an appetite for gardening, an archaeologist who nicknames all her finds, a singer who grates her guitar on boulevards in italy and cafes in paris for the spare dime, an english man’s favorite daughter. i want to be a struggling ballet dancer with an emotional dependency on poetry, an astronaut who discovers a parallel universe, a noir film actress who smokes too much and has eyes like diamonds, a fortune teller, a vigilante, a musician. every girl’s soul whispers to me.
Jul 8, 2016
Jul 8, 2016 at 2:08 AM UTC
I’ve been so many people
But I just can’t seem to find one that fits like a glove
I’ve been a people pleaser, a revolutionist
But it has all fallen by the wayside
How do you know who you are
How do you know who you are not
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 4:07 PM UTC
razors in their hands
hangmen wanted to cut to bits our tongues
before our hearts
in the mid of the fires
while, hitting our logic to insanity chain
we guarded a red rose in our hearts
slave men
many of them -even- unknowing how they are
deceived by the lies
shared the pogrom
gravitated to Madımak Hotel on 1993
thoughts were in the spider's web
beards are white, hearts are black
feet ran for killing
and burned the flowers' blossoms
with their seeds
which are the future of their children
reverend mullahs!?
now, how the soup tastes at your tables?
after two, they were thirty five comrades
who drained life
from their souls
they were
who had pure love
in their thoughts
now, they will be the guests of our souls
till the eternity
they were proud, revolutionist and compassionate
and they are at the comrades bitter consolation
resting in our hearts
moon lights shining on their faces
that’s why
every second of July
songs are more sorrowful
consciousnesses are more rebellious!
my grudge sharpened -like a knife- day by day
aaaah aah ah!
at the yearn of the friendly smell
at the resistance, not to forget
my feelings
my feelings, remained orphan
Turgay Usanmaz
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 2:11 AM UTC
they used to ask me?
yo yosef do you feel pain?
I said he'll yeah all across my membrane
use the hair strains
off my ***** mary jane
can't **** with that *******
it's the only way to keep my mind sane
gotta dame yeah she's far from tamed
but I gotta dig deeper
cuz if not she'll leave ya
I told her I'm on some revolutionist ****
she look at me confused *** ****
I told her ya know we kings and queens
but it seems
they always discredit us in a magazine
stereotypes and ******** movie hype
thinkin every ***** is out to snipe
I gotta cope nope I don't sell dope
but my rhyme is dope
to this beat y'all elope
married to tune sounds of doom uh
ya better know the game G
cuz I ain't down with buck dancing G
**** this new slavery and this new waverly
of fashion form **** the uniform I don't conform
to no ********
I'd rather be a dude that a lunatic
I gotta stay true to my barrio
ever since K-rino bumped in my stereo and now I know
why they hate me
it's cuz of my masculinity
wishin they could be us notorious
and dangerous
in lies we trust
government gonna get a gun bust
from every last on of us
my ancestors are my protectors
mama didn't wanna hear me or steer me
so I turned to the universe
and they cleared me
guilty from the system
ghostly farms coming for the lynching
don't be alarm black folks
it's just us returning the yoke
forty acres and a mule
check the clips from the sound of my tool
my Drago leggo my eggo
we beat any scenario
puff another blunt of indo
see me through ya Window
I'm in the thoughts of ya temple
chambers deep creep like TLC
we cool strong and crazy
fools don't phase me cuz lately
I been seein thangs
that the average
eye can't see
so sit back as I wreck the place
holding the world hostage no ransom
prepare for the coming of Scarface
May 30, 2017
May 30, 2017 at 3:42 AM UTC
Did the clues betray the fantasist
from Uncle Bulgaria on the Cornwall move
alas his mother dies yearly
twice so far anyway
as the wind cries liar
but lets take a specialist narcissist
too busy planning a wedding on that train
from Vietnam to volunteer
in Uganda or Gambia
as voices speak in head
been there done it Mr Revisionist
he was at the barricade at the Bastille
hoisting the tricolour he writes
as ladies swoon
he's done them all
our Chamberlain is now Revolutionist
fighting for a New World order on keyboard
after he left the RAF
do let tell worthless bullies
the clues are in plain sight
the contempt is resounding
even Buddha knows that
Apr 6, 2022
Apr 6, 2022 at 8:03 PM UTC
Two wrongs, one (write)...
Two wings, one flight...
Two artists split words together so heavily, they could bring down the heavenly...
Two pens, one ink...
One paper, two speak...
Two brains, but together as one we think...
Two souls, one emotion...
Four legs, one motion...
Two revolutionist, as one we lead the pack...
Two hearts, meant to only attract...
Two sets of eyes, as one we see...
Two searchers, as one we seek...
Sunken treasure, in the pacific so deep...
Traveling the waves, the membranes believe...
Two minds, as one we fix thee...
Problems cut rarely, but as one we bleed...
Two wrongs one (write)...
Together, we sketch the night...
The moon is our home, sky's not the limit...
We control the rain clouds, precipitation forbidden...
Two, drenched in water, from above...
As one, we (write), to prove, what's become...
Love...
Aug 7, 2014
Aug 7, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC
Is it merely just a paper?
Born from nature, molded by hands
Timekeeper of history, curator of mortal demands!
From the moment a kid scribbles their first doodles
To the moment a person records his last.
Is it merely just a paper?
A child’s canvas of boundless dreams,
Where letters dance, and colors gleam.
An artist’s appetite for creation,
Where he shapes his imagination.
A man’s plea of proposal, a revolutionist’s voice
A royal decree, a gift! Or a nation’s cunning ploys,
An innocent airplane, a love letter or a terrible ransom,
A waste or a cheque of money- quite handsome!
It has the power to bring tears or a simple smile,
A bridge between hearts, across many a mile
In ink, in lead, in blood or in gold,
Written in it are valiant stories to be foretold
Written in it are-
“A B C D”, “1 2 3 4”
“Apne matbhedo ko bhuljao aur Halla Bol !”
“Rohit weds Archana”
“He fought with honor”
“Sorry mom and dad, I couldn’t make it”
Carrier of Joy, Carrier of Sorrow
Plight of yesterday, Flight of tomorrow!
Is it merely just a paper?
Aug 26, 2024
Aug 26, 2024 at 8:29 AM UTC
Looking for them devils grinning
Tryna block me in deep in sin
How can I make a livin'
Off the reality fake pension
Mentally in a prison
Caught up in the matrix
Mind stay playin tricks
Can't trust it bust quick
If I see my adversaries reachin'
Out to me **** your plea
Do ya see what i see
Computer love is the new human
Nature but we off nature
Can't find a mellow tune
And soon
I'll be knocking at hells door
Hopin' the father will swoop
Down and take me once more
Not too shore
Where I'll be resting hopefully it'll be in ghetto heaven
Breakin' leven
Brothers n sister's gathering
Sippin' bottles of coke and hen
But then again
Is a celebration or reforming life
Through reincarnation
My poetry ain't hard to see
The price of the real picture
But it's too costly
Im talkin' about giving up everything
Let go of the thangs that hang
Onto your mind grind and shine
And keep negativity blind
Focused on myself
Now they consider a narcissist
They just upset cuz they ain't controlling this
Pro revolutionist got some soldiers to reminisce
Setting the plan takin' a shots
Its all that I got
Once my flows drop demos pop
Up as single but they don't want to mingle
With the spirits of the universe
Break the curse prepared for the worse
I know it's hard being off guard
That's why roll a blunt a take a charge no longer fiendin' large
Destined for cremation
In fear of a reincarnation
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 3:26 AM UTC
A student life has many phases.
a sincere and responsible student.
a solitude loner in the world.
a struggler of success.,
on way to know real myself.,
a good child to fulfill his parents dream ,for which they are waiting since long time.
a revolutionist towards negative norms around us.,
to become a good man.
A match with competition so to get a good job.
A student life isn't that easy as it looks
He deals with many challenges which makes a survival of fittest for the upcoming world for him.
May 25, 2019
May 25, 2019 at 4:01 PM UTC