Elements

By MV

I was fortunate to walk this earth with my feet
To the earth will my elements go
Back to dust for someone else’s being, once I’m deceased

I was replenished by water, the sun’s rays against my face
Once I’m gone, my fluids will concede
Returning to its original stream

I meditated on my breath, synchronized with the wind
At one with the planet, on earth’s axis I slowly spin
Gladly I relinquish, exhale never again to take it in

The fire in my passion lit many trails ablaze
Eventually it too will meet the chill of death
As it returns to the coldness of space

I will be at peace, no regrets, no complaints
On how my life was spent
Thankful for my time, the elements, my temporary tent

As for my soul, whether there’s a heaven
Immediately after death I don’t know

Rumors of rewards, doctrines of Paradise
All I can do is be patient and enjoy this present life

 

Author’s note: I wrote this poem because of my experiments with meditation and Buddhist teachings. I wanted to convey my peace, not just in my living, but also the inevitability of death. What did I do with my elements? Hopefully by the time I come face to face with death, I can say that I used them wisely. Death has a lot to do with perception. Does one truly die if the elements that make up your essence remain? I know what I believe is to come, but logically I can’t know for sure. It’s more of a hope I hold inside. But what I do know, because it’s tangible, is the elements that make up my being, and for them I’m truly grateful.  

Relentless

By ML

Every day I pray that things will get better
Every day I say that I will keep working hard
No matter what’s pulling me the other way
Every day I pray that times will get better
Every day I say I will get back to my family
And no one will stop me
Every day I pray, no matter what I have God by my side
Each and every day!
Every day I say that I will get free
Every day I pray that I will get home
In one piece
Every day I say I won’t let no one stop me
Every day I pray that my life won’t go back to the streets
Every day I say I’m going to do the right thing and go the other way
Every day I pray God will keep leading me in the right way
And not the wrong
Every day I say, I won’t let no one pull me back the other way
Every day I pray that freedom take me the right way!

Jim Crow

By JS

A Nation divided by frustration.
From racism, slipknots in a noose
Resulting in Asphyxiation.
Just from looking…at a woman that’s Caucasian.

I now know that liberty for all is a fraud,
And the symmetry dividing a friend and enemy
Is the line between the grave of a slave
And a “white” man’s ideology.

Like biology, I learned to dissect through
The flesh of a frog’s false reality,
That it can live in freedom
In protection of nature.

But like me
(Emmett Till)
He’s captured
For a tortuous experiment
Caused by hatred.

It’s like my soul feels
The vibrations
Of a tortured slave’s scream,
Begging for liberation.

Losing patience….
So I’m pacing….
In my cell praying
To God for blessings.

But my fundamental nature
is God’s essence.
So everyday I wake up
I’m in God’s presence.

This is God’s lesson.
If John 10:34 is true
Then I’m a vessel
For the miracle of God’s message.

#R.I.P. G-Pops

By AME

You left so fast and I cried for days
I’ve been angry and beyond depressed
All these bottled up feelings are hard to express
I smoked so much weed and drunk so much drank
I didn’t even shower and ran the streets until I stank
Why did you leave when I needed you the most
I too wanted to disappear and be a ghost
I began to hate and be cold hearted
Trouble grew around me in which it all started
So many days are forever dark
I still see your body being rolled on that casket cart
I’m still hurting but I know God called you home
It’s just hard believing you’re really gone
I will see you again and oh what a day it will be
But in the meantime, I’m sorry for not being me
I’m growing stronger and have given my life to Christ
Although you’re gone I know heaven is nice
So please ask God continue to hold my hand
That through all this pain I can humbly stand

What I Wanna Be When I Grow Up Part 2

By DR

When I grow up I wanna
be strong like a cup

Hold everything up
and never gets enough

Built Ford tough and
can take all of its weights

Section off like a plate
Looking for the utensils
after grace

Just like Cookie for Santa’s
plate, Oreos & milk,
Never stays in its place

So keep a smile on your face,
cause what u wanna be,
when you grow up it’s
Never an End to this Race