Thought of the Day
The world is slowly going illiterate. And not by force but by choice.
The Meaning of a Sound
His writing is a delight,
As you pronounce each sound
Soon enough, it will be found
The circle of love going round and round.
So is his love just a circle of sound?
Which sings of love this time around
Whispering in a constant astound
A lovers music that stopped too loud?
She spoke of love in pure melody’s oud
But he tried too loud with his forcing sound
To change the powerful abound
In circles that rotate around.
Now his shame hangs as a could
As he hears his lover’s sound,
In a past time when his love, wasn’t loud
And it filled a heart, with one simple sound.
Living in a Dream
The light turns on
Her life moves on
She dreams tonight
Her future bright.
She’s loved thousands of men
One of them a gentleman:
By the name of Ben
Whom she met back then.
In a dream that was
Anne remembers now
In her soul he was
Mr. Ben Ow.
” Why have you come?
I missed you so
Please just go!
But don’t take my glow!”
He ran tearless
Anne stood still.
She cried after him: It is all a dream!
You are not supreme!’
Her own words she wanted to retrieve,
What could she do to live?
In that magic world
Where young brides dresses twirled!
My Style
I like to read yeah that’s my style,
These words I eat then I make’em worth while,
I compile many thoughts and memories,
Review my file like Yo’ remember these,
Chill’n with my homies and you know we blow trees,
Fantasize about the promise land and what it’s gonna be,
The haters they be on us man and that’s alright with me,
I just try to keep it honest man cuz that’s the way to be
I gotta military mind with a refined game plan,
Kill it every time that I rhyme it’s the same plan,
My rhyme so cold that I dress it in layers,
Twelve years old I felt the power of prayers,
I’m speak’n to my God yo I hope he cares,
They try’n to go public with my private affairs,
Mother’s Day Poem
Mom, I’d like to thank you for all that you do
On this special day we come together to celebrate you
Today I will lift you up in praise
Humble and caring; sincere through out your days
Every time I think of you, my heart is filled with joy
Remember Bagma Mary! Mamma’s little boy
Sometimes I wonder if I even deserve a mom like you
Doing laundry, cooking, cleaning and encouraging too
All the days of my life you gave me love and support
You’d be the greatest athlete in the world, if only love were a sport
Morning Reflection
Few things I like more than an empty house and a stack of books
The way I steal the wisdom from these words some may call me a crook
Rightfully so, knowledge stolen
My eyes beat that book! Pages swollen
It was a friendly duel; duel indeed
I used to cut school, go home and read
Once read a whole book while sitting in a tree
It was a small book but great to me
My eyes are heavy
But my thoughts are light
My past is calm
But my future excites
No job, no classroom to attend
Inked paper, my most trusted friend
Always here through work and play
My notebook hangs on each word I say
Her pages always remember my words
Some wise, some kind, and some absurd
Always here, always here, always here with me
When I look back on her pages, it’s me I see
She is a wonderful reflection of myself
My frozen thoughts now live on a shelf
Page after page, after page I’ve filled
Book after book, after book I’ve killed
Mind Leaking
My soul gleams bright with persistence
It’s a good thing, for my dreams are resistant
Peter Pan, Never Never Land
I shall give up never never man
Keep on fighting keep on writing
My soul is delighting as my words are reciting
Books are a constant feature
I am a knowledge leacher
It seems the words I teach
Are much stronger when I’m out of reach
As my thoughts are leak’n
I just continue speak’n
I am just a simple man
As relentless as the waves attacking the sand
The ocean and its almighty power
And I’m coast’n in this now mighty hour
Pleasure is sweet but pain is sour
Now rise to your feet, blossom like a flower
There is much power in the words we use
But some just devour and verbally abuse
We all make an impact, be mindful how you choose
Though we remain intact, we all must lose
I recall my actions, sin by sin
My past is split like fractions, lose and win
I tear myself apart, because I love the healing
Then mend my broken heart, because union is appealing
I’m in search of that one special friend
We sacrifice hurt as our hearts we lend
Step by step, I trek on in this life
Surrounded by cause and affect, we all pay a price
I may be weak, but my faith is strong
Won’t be failed by my feet, I will push on
Until there’s no where else to go, then I stop
Many more seeds left to sow, flourish shall my crop
Late into the Night the Vision Shown bright
Just because it’s different, don’t make it carry the burden of better or worse,
Just be grateful that you got it, and store it up in your knowledge purse,
Thank God for the powers, store’em up and disperse,
For every sweet there’s a sour, for every blessing a curse,
Get better or worse, quench hunger or thirst,
Learn to balance action and rest if you wish to be first,
Oh, and if you wish to be first, then learn to be last,
And remember that shining stars always burn themselves to ash,
For nothing lasts forever, except “Forever”,
And nothing should never be said except for “never”,
life’s a risk, so take a chance, do the twist, make a dance,
Keep strong, live long, return to the source
Wisdom so familiar like, “Oh of course”,
Be smart, have heart, hone you intuition
To hell with circumstances overcome you’re disposition
Listen, I’m hiss’n, it’s truth you can’t be miss’n,
It’s all inside purify and watch it glisten,
“Seek first the kingdom of God, and everything else will be given unto you”, and if you steal you get robbed, for others cries should never be fun to you,
I run to you, arms opening wide, you smile and gesture, then brush me aside, I cried, the ocean that day, salty and wet, exhausted I lay,
Deep inside a part of me died, but I can move on because I know I tried,
I’m chase’n my destiny it’s try’n to hide,
Life’s a journey, and a hell of a ride,
Trust my intuition, in myself confide,
All I heard was the truth even though he lied,
My deciphering skills may prevent some kills,
Small glimpses of the future give my mind a thrill,
He’ll, never do the same you can’t predict a bull,
Bull, I don’t believe you,
How can my only choice be to carry you or leave you?
I need you, so I feed you, then build you up and lead you,
I can read you; you’re a book upon these eyes,
And if you look upon these eyes, you will know that souls rise,
And I’s be me, until the death of me,
And I’m to see, yet the best of me,
Cuz I’m try’n to leave, out the rest of me,
But my heart it bleeds, out this bloody ink,
So I stop to think……………
If I sleep tonight, I’ma wake refreshed,
And if I live I might, just die another death,
Unless, I get out alive O, this is what I strive fo,
live’n do or die no, give another trial,
You is in denial, have been for awhile,
Time to change you style, update your file,
I’ll, help if I can do so, a friend is really useful,
A friend is really useful, so help if you can do so
Shhh!
Some things are best take’n to the grave,
Discipline your tongue; make it behave,
Are you a slave to yourself? Or king of your domain?
Do you study by choice? Or do you work in vain?
I’m the Paradox Prophet, wanna get rich without profit?
If you’re hooked on the norm, I can help you get off it,
Flowing water never grows stale, the first step to success is fail,
Still waters run deep, joys of life are free, but don’t come cheap,
Sleep is to the body, what death is to the soul,
Restful rejuvenation, peace is the goal,
Forever changing the way, call to the wise men, drink what they have to say, think what they have to pray, God’s children are poor because the blessed have a price to pay,
Words are powerful, so speak and be strong,
Use’em to build so that strength will live on,
Come on, join our battle, share in our glory,
I sit, coil, and rattle, and face what’s before me,
And before me there were, many greats from the past,
Who mapped out their journey, so I could travel fast
Alas! New found land,
The eye in my mind, is speaking through my hand,
And, what it’s say’n can’t be denied,
Truth be told, it gets me high,
To read the rhymes, that I write,
They came to me like angels in the night
Roba of the Changes
There coughs the stars
The fading stories quench
Polished wisdom never hence,
Filing down clipped rows.
Grasp the bracketing particles
Rasping night air with a stare.
Row out to daunting crags where
A fallen rock is participle
To all sown seeds that flare
On windy paths now silent.
Vestiges reform our efforts curved
Out the stream’s muddied glare
Where past is ground pumice cleared
For fortresses hiding where relics seared
The story of convoluted traces
That bring in private a savior feared.