The way things use to be
I had an older brother, but I don’t remember when.
I shared his private moments, I still see him now and then.
My parents never taught us how to need and love each other.
So I spent my life at odds with my other little brother.
One time somebody asked me where’s was my family from.
I didn’t have an answer. I was feeling pretty dumb.
Although we weren’t tore up, like families sometimes are.
The times we spent together were mostly in the car.
I had a little brother once upon a time.
I use to wonder curiously if he was really mine.
We had our silly moments and some I can’t forget.
But the moments that stay with me, are the ones that I regret.
I have an older sister who means a lot to me.
But we lost our sense of kinship, now we hardly disagree.
It’s not that we stopped talking or trusting how we play.
It’s just that there’s no meaning, in the words we try to say.
My parents were confusing when they took an others child.
I guess they thought they had the love, to last us all a while.
But I spent my childhood all alone playing in my basement.
I couldn’t help the things I felt. This child was my replacement.
Now I’m just an angry man sitting in my room.
Waiting for the other shoe to drop, I hope it happens soon.
As I think of all the things I learned and the talents I display.
The important things you think of, are the things that get you laid.
Tomorrow morning I’ll wake up and live another day.
I’ll call a friend and say hello, cause that will make his day.
Then after lunch I’ll see a guy who will sing and play for me.
It’ll bring back precious moments of the way things use to be.
A pup that’s in a cup
A cup that’s under a pup
A pup that’s as cute as a button
All of the sudden
The pup is cuddling
With all the loving
There is no ruffling
For the fluffy puppy
That cute tea cup pup
Is what’s up?
We are a living target where everything is supposed to go wrong
We are suppose to be dumb make mistakes buy things for just today or get locked up or die for our struggles or adversity
We weren't suppose to be where we are today running the country or even sports but you see we can make it
All it takes is patience and progress to makes success don’t live for retaliation and be laid out or locked up for a decision you make
Live against the odds and keep your head up because you made it today
It's not a race to compete it’s a model to show that you can grow from agony. Got to keep your head up in tough times and see that after the rain the sunshine’s
Don't give up cause our loss is the news gain we got to win over our situations to see through the pain and take charge on being brave.
Let’s win others over and show we are so misunderstood regardless of if we came from nothing look at how we changed it for the good
Stay up don’t look down because that confidence will help those struggling turn around. Stay up and strong so others can see how you handled adversity. Stay strong!
Gunny Mad Dog Maddux
We were hanging out at 3rd Marine Air Wing
And we knew we had it good
No bloused boot, always soft cover
No marching and plenty of food.
Then Headquarters in its wisdom
Threw a shark into our pool.
One look at our new Gunny
And we knew this Marine was no fool.
Gunny Mad Dog Maddux was his name
Came to us from the MPs,
But he let us know right off the bat
That he wasn't there to please.
Hair bristle black with white sidewalls,
Tall and straight he stood.
And he said when we thought we couldn't
He knew d**n well that we could.
Said it didn't matter the job
Or what our training stood for
We owed it to ourselves to do
Our best for God, Country and Corps.
But more than that, said Mad Dog
You have a duty to get it right.
Because getting it wrong might mean the life
Of the Marine on your left and your right.
It's been fifty some years and then some
Since Gunny Mad Dog came our way.
But I doubt if any of us
Have ever forgotten that day.
It was right what he taught us then,
And living it has opened many a door.
"You've got a duty to get it right,
Do your best for God, Country and Corps."
So here's a toast to our Gunny Mad Dog
Gone now for many a year and more,
You had a duty, you got it right,
For God, for Country, for Corps.
by E. Marshall Evans
The everyday struggle of a young black man
Just the thought of being broke
Trying to get him to understand
If you don't work You don't eat
But these young black men in today's generation
have their own understandin about this dog eat dog world
And what it's like to survive in the streets
On the block with the nicks and the dimes
Like a 9 to 5
Saying they just trying to make ends meet
But when those ends don't meet
Than their mindset change
And turn to plan B
Now they scoping out the next man neighborhood
Than head back to the house just to plot a B&E
Hoping they don't get caught
But when they get caught
They sit alone in a cell
Looking at their reflection
as If they were looking at their own worst enemy
But nobody din't get you there but yourself
Young Black Man
You have to ask if need a little help
Young Black Man
Now you having dreams
Anticipating your freedom in that outside land
But when you get outside
You head back to the block to the trap house
To grab your fie and a pound
And head back out on the block
Talking bout you putting in overtime
Young Black Man
So it's no more 9 to 5
Now it's sunrise to sunrise
but when will you look over your life
And finally realize you could have did something better
Now you have a child on the way
Do you think they care if you work at mc D's , BK
Or sold water off the side of the palmetto
Just to get a buck
Young Black Man
You can be an entrepreneauer
Set forth and learn something new bruh
Instead of being subjected to the streets
And next thing we know we lose ya
Now you got your family and friends
Heading to the Flea
To get that R.I.P. placed upon theor black Tee
Forced to think about the old days and loved memories
Cause you see
"Back in the days
I was young and afraid
Like I was lost in a maze
A creature trapped in a cage
And I just wanna be free
Be FREE BE FREE!!!
So Its time we make a change...
In Carolina there is no helmet law
As my girlfriend complains, all I hear is blah, blah, blah
She is still stewing over me buying all the accessories in the catalog
I tell her to bow down to me, I am now the Big Bad Dog
I am now sportin' my new leather chaps
Up side the head, from her I get a smack
I will mark a new territory the Hell's Angels would fear to tread
Looking hard and ridin' dirty on my Moped
At this point, I tear the sleeves off my blue jean jacket
She tells me to stop trying to Mac It
I smile with my Gold tooth displayed
She tells me I need help, she drops to her knees to pray
Then she asks me if I stopped taking my Meds
I tell her I really love you, it's a Two seater, we can both ride dirty on my Moped
I tell her I haven't shaved for Five days
She says she sees the peach fuzz on my face
I look at her and tell her I am a 15 year old trying to make it in this dog eat dog society
Either get on or get out and miss my noteriety
She says she's had enough and besides it's almost curfew
So I depart to the trailer park and pick up that floozy Gracie Lou
I tell her to hang on, it could get wild, I am what they call pure white bread
She grabs my waist and is ready to ride dirty on my Moped
It can't get any dirtier, a trailer girl that smells real bad
I look back and recall, this was the best summer I ever had
Prince Obi Wan is not a morning dog, you see —
He grumbles and he fusses, when awakened,
Just like me!
Wherever I am, You will find him there,
He is my flame through time,
That shall never fail,
With him, I have not one fear,
He howls his complaints,
When things do not quite go his way –
Yet even still, he is the best part,
Of any given day!
He sings with heart, for all to hear,
He gives each song, all he has,
That is –
My Prince Obi Wan, my little fur-man,
Now his body has gone,
Yet even still, his spirit remains,
I feel him each place I go,
He will always be with me,
This I absolutely know.
Man's best friend or "just a dog"
I've had this debate forever
But my dog is something,different,unique
Aries is his name...he's tan and white
With deep and soulful brown eyes
This "I'm just a dog" and I know nothing's
Very obviously a disguise
Did you ever wonder for just a split second
If there was more to your pet than you
If maybe,just maybe..this lovely creature
knew more about your destiny than YOU!!!
You see I don't wonder this,I take it as fact
And MANY have called me insane
But sit and stay are just a teeny glimpse of
what's being held in his brain
She's sad she's mad she's hurting right
now and he's licked the tears off my face
If you can't tell THAT is a guardian angel
then that is a sad sad disgrace
These pets that we love are here for a
reason,placed in our lives just so
For reasons like the people are placed in
our lives,reasons we may never know
The only thing I seem to know for sure is
that dog is my only true friend
He has been since birth and always will be
now until the very end
Corny I know,a poem about a pet that says
oh I love you and you ate so cute
But the next time you take a good look at
scrappy...just think...do they know more
than we do???
A hit and run in your side of the hood
You celebrate because the one hit was trashy and no good
But someone at one time loved this lifeless scum
It is a dog eat dog society never sharing the crumbs
No ambulance chasers come around
Nothing here in this castle but thorny crowns
Somewhere out there, paradise must exist
Nobody claims the victim, another Jane Doe on the Morgue's list
Surviving the streets is another dimension
Out in the open there is so much tension
Trying to figure out a way out of this type of life
Not wanting to resort to the barrel or the blade of a knife
The dumpsters sometimes provide the food you need
Five are homeless, so many to feed
Who knows Detroit, Chicago, New York or LA
There are more out there than the Government puts on display
Very few shining moments, piled on by zero glory
This is a tragic all too familiar story
It all falls under a street wise democracy
Behind a Government that feeds on hypocracy
Keep the inflation and poverty at an all time high
It is easy for the President to hit the mute button on financial remote control to
silence their cries
Surviving in the city
The dog stood on the corner, looking for the cat.
The cat was at the Warf side, behind a fishing vat.
The dog was known as Rusty, an Irish setter bread.
The cat was known as Sylvester, he finds what people need.
The dog needed him a playmate, so he could plant some seeds.
For that the cat demanded meat so fresh, that it simply bleeds.
The dog had marked a hydrant, because the dog was late.
He also do-doed on a lawn that led to someone’s gate.
The cat found that disgusting but Rusty paid his price
So he watched for lady midnight, for she was built real nice.
Lady midnight came up prancing, her tail all in a swish.
He took her for some meatballs, Midnights favorite dish.
Sylvester ran it down, what Rusty had paid for
Her cut would come right off the top, and there was nothing more.
Lady M agreed that she was in that day.
She took a bite then licked her lips and they were on there way.
When Rusty meet with Midnight, she wouldn’t take no sass
If he would get to close, she swished her hips and knocked him on hiss ass.
When Rusty got his chance, he was off before he’s in.
She winked at sly and said to rusty, I hope we meet again.
Everyone was happy, even Rusty wasn’t sad.
The edge he had was ended and he didn’t feel so bad.
Now ain’t that oh so pretty, their life there in the city.
Where Sly and Lady Midnight, finger popped to do-wah-ditty.