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…On A Mountain Top…


I found my love on a mountain top
Lounging beneath the sun
Resplendent, paradise like in her glory
like a (Rose) wildflower in tall grass
Being the only thing caressed by
Northern Breezes
She beckons me… whispering love letters
to my soul
But my Lord stayed my movement causing me to take her in
A pleasure, my treasure… A Jewell of Create
Allowing me, Imploring me to take her in
a prayer long asked for
Answered in her being created thusly,
A promise to my soul
Her created just for me
So these words of mine are my way
of being a counterpoint to her heart
like breath is intrinsically linked to our being
Ever thankful always for God gifting me
with seeing
I found my love lounging beneath the sun on a mountain top…

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A New Story


A new community, new surroundings, new peers
A new school, new anxiety, new fears
A new hangout, new activities, new dangers
A new argument, new fight, new anger
A new blunt, new liquor, new pistol
A new case, new jail, new system
A new sentence, new celly, new state
A new officer, new politics, new hate
A new mentor, new program, new passion
A new computer, new laws, news flashing
A new judge, new evidence, new trial
A new witness, new acquittal, new smile

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Breeze of Time


Sometimes I feel
As if my shadow has walked too far ahead,
As if I’ve been left behind to contemplate
The things I do remember
And the things I did forget.

And I notice the things that are not there;
Perhaps more than I did when they still were.
I guess it’s just part of human nature
To appreciate what we once had
Only after the present turns to past,
The past is laid to rest, and an empty hand is all that’s left.

But some things will simply never die,
They go on and on to live forever, like emotions;
Like I love you now as I loved you on that day;
Like your memory, an echo that keeps bouncing
Off of walls that every passing second shake and tremble
At the slightest breeze of time carrying your name.

You are still a reflection on a mirror
Refusing to disappear long after any reason and logic
Would deem it to be prudent to dissipate into thin air,
To become one with what’s not remembered nor forgotten,
To live only in my mind, within the confinements of my head.

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Forever I can write or shine light or
let my mind develop a plight
On how to ascend or pedal up the next flight or height
with my eyes locked tight on the goals of the flow,
I write from what I imbibe.

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The Institutional Man


Waking up to this new day with no sign of a sun
Only the familiar vibe of structure, aggregate, and painted metallics
Relishing the cozy confines of limited space
And every possession within reach

This is life
This is home

Who dares to be removed from it?
Closed quartered kindred spirits and a family of Free Minds
All at once insulated and liberated from the burden of society

This is leisure
Though there is no peace

All must be counted for the whole to remain secured
So if one must leave
They and the rest will mourn

For the death of simpler things gives spirit to all manner of complexity
Of course, the question becomes
Who would bear the standard in the wake of such a removal?
And what changes many care?

Then, when will the foundation begin to crumble?
Or where would anyone look back to then?

But as well, for now at least…

How is sleep to arrive with all that in mind?

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To My Peeps


I want to let you know
how you made me feel tonight

Tryna convey my emotions to words
will not suffice

A simple ‘thank you’ seems mediocre
Because you deserve so much more

Your encouraging words and motivation
made my heart fall to the floor

I love you all more than I can say
your heartfelt shout outs have made my day

I’ll do my best to continue to encourage
your wonderful support makes my words want to flourish

None of this would be happening if it wasn’t for you!

I appreciate the opportunity to free my mind
It’s giving me peace from all the wars inside

I look forward to the day that we’ll all be together
Writing with purpose to make this world better!

Be blessed. You are greatly appreciated

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Weather’s A Person


Seasons are like people and not because they change.
They all have different traits some have snow, and some have rain.
Got to wear 3 jackets only winter for the blame.
Spring comes round to bring you summer which brings sunlight
through your window pane.

They like seasons and dislike them, they do the same with people
When your there they see no purpose; when you leave, they see they need you
Weether channels try to figure them out; people do the same to people
4 seasons 4 times through the year weather even has a sequel

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Free Mind


A free mind–first and foremost:
Is it even possible?
To have a mind free enough to soar above
Any and all obstacles,
A mind as pure and strong as the hand
With which it was created,
A gift that bears gifts?
I’d be unstoppable
If my mind were as clear as the skies,
I’ve always wished to ascend,
To fly

You mean to tell me there’s something beyond the clouds?
All I have to do is get rid of my fears
And leave my past behind?
Lord knows I’ve been walking blind
Still can those eyes truly see
A mind so free?

Therein resides visions of grandeur
That surpass your sweetest dreams
Even if confined, a free mind can push through walls,
Any bitter end

You say in my mind are ideas that even pioneers would envy?
Shake life’s restraints
Escape to a place many a good book send me
See life–
while blind to the surroundings designed only to kill desire–
with a clarity more precious than diamonds
Careful, free time surely expires
But there is nothing in this world that can stop
A free mind!

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Black Girl


After Black Girl, Call Home by Jasmine Mans


Exquisite beyond wonder, woman
layers peeled back like sheets on a 100 degree night
heavy with discomfort and wet
from tears and my hearts breaking

How can this be?
my chest aches from
the heaviness of a paperback
my heart shattered and mended
so many times its walls are scars
of a pain so rich in grief
I could buy and sell the whole world!

Oh, but my soul…
Angry, no Furious, no-
What have we done?
What are we doing?

Our gorgeous black sisters,
our futures, our mothers,
our lovers, our friends, our

Know your story America!
learn that your liberty was
granted on the backs of whip
scarred Queens, in the
wombs of child mother,
in the DNA of

Are you not disgusted
at this system of
Hate, Marginalized,
but Unrealized?

Ah Her strength!
Her quiet yet
proud, righteous,
intelligent, deep,
loving, strong,
refusing to be chained any more

Scream White America
at the indignity you’ve
clothed your child in,
your bloody hemmed Liberty
with her torch so dazzling
in the eyes so blind they still
can’t see
Our Black Woman’s

And you Man- who G-d built
to cover, protect, live for, die for
this flesh of himself- Woman.
You’d turn your libido into
a tool of oppression, you’d
crush out the sacred soul,
the hope of a human you would call property,
because her skin glows like ebony fire-

I want to scream at every insult,
injury, injustice,
until my voice becomes
a sand blown desert
Oh and I will!

My small thank you
in my small words
is just for you

“Thank you, Jasmine”

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A New Start


Let the desolation and frustration fill up my lungs
Like tears fill up your eyes, and also mine;
Like river waters, which turned into oceans, fill up the clouds;
Let them all fill up with content,
Until they satisfy the need in our hearts
‘Til they burst into inaudible screams, silent cries,
Streams that will somehow wash away all our sins
And provide us with just what we need to bring peace
Back to our lives.
Let frustration build up, transform, die off,
Then bring about new beginnings,
Bring about a new start.

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Learning to forgive can be difficult in the beginning when you are not used to forgiving.
But when you learn to forgive a person for mistreatment, hurt or pain, or maybe it
Could be forgiven that person for their past decision or decisions that you may despise.

Whichever it maybe you will feel a lot better about yourself, improve your character and learn
To appreciate life’s tribulations and strife, because each 1 we learn from and become wiser and stronger.

A few years back I learned to forgive my father, which I did over the phone.
It had come to me one night that people only do what they know how to do.
My father wasn’t able to be a good father figure, because he was not taught how to be one.
Nor did he experience the things a good father teaches their child, so he wasn’t able to display fatherly qualities.

I felt real good to get it off of my chest, that it allowed my father and I to develop a solid friendship.
Growing up I would’ve never believed one day I would forgive him.

But there is 1 person I wish I would have forgiven before she passed away
Last year, it was the lady who raised me, my grandma.
I drove her crazy with my criminal lifestyle,
Truly I regret it.

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We Must


We protest in the loudest voice the injustice of the “justice system”
We protest our dehumanization
We protest our victimization
We protest our torture
We protest the harsh treatment by the “justice system”
We protest the harshness of the “justice system”
We protest the failure of the “justice system”
We protest turning humans into numbers and statistics
We protest a system negatively altered human life forever
We protest a system that destroyed human mind, heart, and soul
We protest….
We protest….

Our protest heeded no positive responses
We heard instead the calls for harsher treatment
We heard them say
In the name of justice we imprisoned you
In the name of justice we caged you
In the name of justice we took you away from your loved ones
In the name of justice we gave you the harshest sentences
In the name of justice we made our streets safer
(violence, drugs, and crimes rife still in the street)
In the name of justice we took your rights away
In the name of justice we sent you to be rehabilitated
(there is no rehabilitation to speak of, you mean we sent you to the most
prestigious universities of criminality, it is called and funded by
the “justice system” [prisons] there you will achieve the greatest
degree in the pursuance of crimes)
In the name of justice….
In the name of justice….

We wondered how they weren’t able to hear our cries for justice
We wondered when will they hear us, when will they hear our voices,
our stories, somethings must be missing?
We must reexamine and find the causes
We must take a look at us, at ourselves
We accepted and contributed to our tragedy
We seem to lose our sense, intellect, understanding, comprehension,
empathy, love, thoughtfulness, mindfulness, etc…
the cause effect of the “justice system”
We live instead in a state of delusion, illusion
We accepted to live in such a tragedy, because we let it affect us
We lost our purpose
We lost ourselves
We lost our inner peace
We lost our hope
We live in a state where anger, blame, and frustration took control
and paralyzed us
We deny our reality and live with the flow
We refuse to use the paddles in our position to paddle our boat
and reach the shore, reach our destination, instead we let the
currents take us wherever it wishes to
We will not change what’s happening to us, until we change what’s within us

We deny reality
We are not aware that the theaters long since it closed its curtains,
the audience long since they left, and the awards long since they
have been awarded, there is no need for anymore acts.
We search for the precious minerals, but we only find toxic and useless materials
We will not be able to remove the cuffs and shackles (not the physical ones)
that are restraining us, until we find the treasure, the priceless treasure
We all, each one of us have a precious gem and jewels, in our minds, hearts, souls, and bodies.
We must hasten in seeking our treasures, find it, refine it, produce and share it
We must stop chasing after the mirage
We must remove and break these shackles
We must not accept to live in such a tragedy, we co-founded ourselves
We must wake up.

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