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Future Picture

Paint me my teacher
A picture of my future
Tell me at this juncture
About My future
I will listen with rapture
You my teacher
Show me every feature
Of my future.

spread me my teacher
the wings to my future
Make me learn
what my efforts will return
Hold my hand
Guide me and
let me walk the path
My life is worth.

Show me my teacher
what is stored in my future
show me the beauty
of my future duty
Then I will paint
a picture with no stain
A future perfect picture.

show me my teacher
the colors to paint my future
I will paint a doctor picture
Or paint a lawyer picture
I will paint my perfect future picture
with the colors from you my teacher
Help me paint my future
My respected teacher.


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Spring

Springs around the corner
what wondrous things we'll see,
bulbs popping up above the ground
giving joy to you and me,
time to tidy up our plot, lots of digging too,
weeds to pull, beds to hoe
lots of things will have to go. 
 
You have to be a little brave
if that rose you want to save,
but you will learn that over time
you've got to be cruel,  just to be kind,

The flower beds need a tidy
take all that dead stuff off the top,
veg plots being well dug over
hoping for a bumper crop.

Seeds to sow, hope they'll grow !
then the lawn will need a mow.

And when all the hard work is done
you can sit back and be pleased, 
wind , rain and sun you have grown all you need.


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Reality

The things you want...
seem so distant and impossible.

As if taunted by the earth...
dreams come hard and few.

Oh, I wish I knew who is true...
is it Me or is it You ???

Friends one day ,then gone away...
these selfish games they play.

Twisting our hopes and emotions as a whip...
to be pulled in and sunk like a ship.

My hope is not for this worlds leaven...
but a calm pearly heaven !

Where justice is supreme...
and we shall find our dreams.


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Broken Dreams

  Do you believe in the things that you've always known,
Can you understand the things you've been shown.
   Is it the visions you see that make you believe,
Or is the feelings you get when you've been deceived.
    The pain you feel a never ending ache ,
Tearing your heart and soul from you every day.
    Time ticks slowly pounding away at you,
Throbbing heart breaking and there's you can do,
    Must I settle for these lost and broken dreams,
Because it has all the signs that what it seems.
    How much should a man endure to find his way,
It cant possibly be like this hard for me every day.
    There is nothing so frustrating as being so confused,
Especially when you've discovered that you've been used.
    I will get through this lonely phase I have no doubts,
But I'm sure there will come a day I'll figure it all out.
    Cautiously I walk the path that's been laid before me,
In faith I will continue for I know he will let me see.
    Life will be thrown at you in so many different ways,
I will be prepared for these things for the rest of my days.
    Broken dreams will be the learning tree for me to grow ,
Living my life with Joy Happiness is what I'll always Know.
tac


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Education

I cant read and write can somebody teach me,you tell young people like me that education is the key,I want it,I need it can somebody show me,theres a million things on my mind like who i wanna be but without education there is no me.Its been running heavy on my mind like 1+1 and 3×3 but a young person like me cant count because I been thuggin it out here in these streets,if i told you i was a mastermind would you believe me,right right is what they all say to me,Im not a dummie or a fool dont try to rule me because I dont have an education you think you can fool me.Education,education is what i hear from the hours of 6 to 3.My momma and my daddy keep preaching to me about "child go get an education and graduate for me,now that im in school there isn't a thing you can tell me,I can read,I can write wow I even know my abc's.Education is the number one thing you should have when tryin to survive in these streets because without that knowledge you will get ruined out here in these streets always remember that education is the key


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The Forgotten Ones

Forgotten somewhere in the midst of steel and concrete. 
Bound by shackles and chains even in our sleep. 
Living like wolves preying amongst lost sheep. 
Concrete tears and pains so mindfully deep. 

Forgotten by those on the outside. 
We cant even run no where, we cant even hide. 
No choice left but to sit and fight. 
In here only the strong minded survive. 
Truth be told in here what is wrong is right. 

All most os us got is wasted M&^*&F*^&&ng time. 
We sit back and work out and write heartfelt rhymes. 
Not to be a victim of prey we all trying. 
Many stories are told, songs are written of truth over lying. 

We are gone for the moment but not truly forgotten so the hurt we must not show it.
 We are to old while we young to be crying in front of full grown men for this is a time we must out grow it.
 There aint no way out this hell hole and we all know it. 
Feelings of hopelessness surrounds te heart to the point where we can no longer control it.
 
In here there is only time no fun. 
Darkness fills night no light shone in here from the sun. 
Only by our own selves we may be out done. 
BECAUSE IN HERE IT FEELS LIKE WE ARE TRULY THE FORGOTTEN ONES....


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The Scholastic Mechanic!

Please allow me to introduce,
Without any pardon or excuse,
A man who needs no introduction,
To those he’s given instruction,

A man who has always helped me,
To understand extreme fallacy,
Through guidance and edification,
He spreads his extreme education,

Now he never reserves his lessons,
And always leaves his impressions,
Upon those he teaches his schtick,
For he is our scholastic mechanic,

Always he tinkers under the hood,
To find the best of what is good,
And now without further adieu,
I am proud to present to you,

A man who’s mind always races,
And affords us other head cases,
A view most definitely skewed,
By great wisdom and high I.Q.,

A man whom I proudly call my brother,
Who’s humble wit makes him tougher,
Than my boastful wages however manic,
…Our G-Man the scholastic mechanic!


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Emotionless,and a sorry Excuse

Can Things ever last,
When they happen so fast.
do these tears and pain ever fade,
Is Drama yet another day,
That I must play to waste the day away, 
and ignore the pain,
 that never seems to fade.
I know that game,
I played it so many times,
Emotionless is what i shall be,
 for all times and eternity.
Galeea's training proved right,
All little boys play the game of deception,
But they do not realize that some girls see it before them,
Some girls grow up to be woman and are looking for guys,
Who want to be man enough  to take any
Drama and pitiful lies that other little girls spread around to see,
 if they can steal that one great guy in their life.
Pity is what it is called when a Man falls into that pit of vipers,
Why can i not be like those vipers?
 because I am too smart and not so vain as the 
 others girls i see around me.
  Because  i am me  and  i just want to be me
and that is what i would like to see,
 For that is reality.


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Americans For Fair Elections

Americans For Fair Elections

Who is it now that pays the way,
Of politicians gone astray,
And who now will pave the way,
For that which they were paid,

We are Americans who stand true and proud,
Witnessing incredible devastations,
So we shout our mantra strong and proud,
We are 'Americans For Fair Elections'!

One contribution from those who vote you in,
Is all a candidate should be able to get.
To fund a political race to represent,
America for the people within their District,

People who no longer have a voice,
People now easily disregarded,
Who now find they have less of a choice,
Than when this democracy started,

No more party or government matching fund,
No special interest groups or big business,
All lobbying our district reps one by one,
And deciding who will lead our districts 

These contributions have stolen our choices,
And all that we Americans hold most sacred,
These powers have now stolen our voices,
And our democracy now sits degraded,

We 'Americans For True Representation',
Now must take action and take back the reins,
We 'Americans For Fair Elections'
Must now rid ourselves of these stains,

And with the help of our fellow Americans,
We shall return the power to the people,
With every one of us taking a stance,
For together we are indeed powerful,

Through calls, letters, and petitions,
Once again we will make our voices heard,
Offering no retreat and no concessions,
We remain staunch and true to our word,

So be warned you who stand in our way,
For we will remember those with questions,
And those who will stand with us this day,
As 'Americans For Fair Elections'

Please visit 'Americans For Fair Elections' dot com,
And help us to pass the word of this movement on,
Or forward this poem penned by My Gull Wheels On,
a.k.a. Michael Wilson, Your fellow American!


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In the Library of BMCC

Surrounded by heavy tomes 
Chronicling the history of 
   countless generations 
One can only feel a sense of 
    awe that the weight of 
the past has upon the living 
  A brief look around me 
allows me to see the coming generation 
   Working diligently 
to achieve their goals 
   What will become of these youth 
in the next few years?
Some may die fighting on foreign shores 
Otheres will die young due to bad habits 
Some may achieve great success 
  Picking up my pen 
I try to evoke the scene in the library 
of the Borough of Manhattan Community College 
Where many different 
     nationalities 
Merge into a quilt of hope!


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Revolution means Bloodshed we are not ready for

Since It's very hard living in these 
days & times

I don't mean pick up a gun & gather 
a group to help you run

A campaign

Must be created & implemented 
with Thought & Education

Unless you rather spend your time 
behind bars in frustration

Without freedom of your own god 
given talents

I'm not trying to say these words to 
draw interest through ballads

I say them to educate to the 
revolutionary thinker

Power is something we all think of

Rarely we realize what it really takes 
to attain

Power with the correct education 
will stabilize & stimulate the brain

Money will rescue you from the 
debts of poverty

Without a strategy to think

The oppressor is waiting for us to 
unite & fight

They have one button tactics that 
will blow us in the blink of an eye 
sight

To supersede

We must revolutionize the mind to 
encourage ourselves away from any 
form of evil

"Revolution means Bloodshed"

So that means we must help socio-
systematically 

Self encourage a systematic finance 
for our own people

Because we used to have ownership

What we must re create

Is a tactic 

Intelligently revolutionizing  black & 
white people empowerment

Re-developed economic  business 
entreprenuer thinkers

Self created invention & services 

That will annialate the mental & 
physical mass consumption of 
consumer dreamers


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Keep Trying

 Im Building my own teepee made from straw Logz 
I try n keep up with my cats but how can I when I cant even trust my own dogz 
I know I have a hard tyme trying to get a simple regular low paying job 
but I shall overcome, I shall rise against all my past tattz and all my ****ing oddz
 I used to be down with the evil d, now Im down with the holy G yeah dats God 
I used to give you nothing Lord now its tyme I start to giving you nodz 
I used to be all about talk, but now cuz of you Lord Im all about walk 
I spit words while I walk through gates locked either bottom or top I still rize till I drop
 I dont stop I shoot guns at fake cops tryna steal my patnaz freedom socks 
but this my life now homie I cant end up lying in chalk 
I walk my talk while I talk my walk through unknown clocks ticking away like my times tock...
 
I running past bumps while Im jumping over dead pits 
I struggle like many, a life of addiction I know its hard to quit 
I just had my first kid....it still hard tryna rize above the past shyt i did....
 I done placed my rez life betz...I done already placed my lifetyme bid 
I cant lie I still smoke n drink but the alcohol from my life rite now like many I struggle to rid
 I try n cover up shyt but how can I cover up tattoos Lord they come without a lid
 everymorn it feels as if I awake to a life full of crap leaving me lil tyme to give a shyt
 but thats life Lord I know now thats how we deal n what we MAKE OF IT 


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ILLS OF SMOKING

Can I be any different from the dragon,
Can I be more precious that the dinosaur,
Some say it warms me,
Some say it flavours adorn me,
Some say it savours my body senses,
Hey! i smoke,am distinct,
At bay its death lurking about ye advicing you to be extinct,
A moving tombstone,
Please what are your chances of survival with a pack in your breast pocket,
A missile hooked between your lips,come on light it up come on,
Your lungs,
So long,
Your creator prolongs,
Heal thy soul stop smoking,
Smoke in any form kills.


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Deadman Wonderland

Now that you're becoming Undone It's time to have some fun In Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao The setting Red Sun of Kali Shows it's time for your life to Pay We are the Kind to be feared -your friends We look like anyone you see Thuggee--Death's Devotees Face our treachery Bhowanee we must please She needs more--we have found our mark, our mark Won't you be the one to save humanity? Can't you see this is Deadman Wonderland Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Khoon Tu Kao Sacrifice! For The Black-Skinned Queen Sacrifice! For Our Mother Kali Sacrifice! It's Not Enough Sacrifice! No Mercy! This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland This is Deadman Wonderland Deadman Wonderland


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Magical School

When I enrolled in magical school
Ma said good luck
Dad called me a fool

He always thought with my IQ
I’d fix people up,
Not saw them in two.

But I had a vision
And my self esteem
Hung on the balance
Of this simple dream

So I packed my bag
Gave Ma a hug
Reached out to pop
Who said with a shrug

Watch each one of your steps
Cause each one of them matters
When you walk without looking
You’re sure to splatter
So take my advice
It may save your life
You can’t step twice
On thin ice.

I’ll show that man who I can be
With a B.A.
In alchemy

I have no doubt that he’ll be glad
Because my plan
Was ironclad

I bought all my books
Most second hand
I was so ready
To beat the band

But where was my room
Did it disappear?
I’m such a buffoon
Then dad’s words appeared.

If you can’t find your way
Don’t lose your nerve
It’s all a small part
Of the learning curve
So take my advice
It may save your life
Rolling the dice
Is a vice

I tried running down the empty halls
But all the doors
Turned into walls

I shouted a chant, before weeping
‘Allah-Kazow-ee’
To get me sleeping

I dreamed about A’s
The prodigal son
The star of my class
Magic 101

But soon my visions
Became nightmares
I woke and screamed
And if pop was there

He’d say, when in a jam
Take an afternoon nap
Cause a grumpy head
Ain’t worth a crap
So take my advice
It may save your life
To make nice
Sleep twice

At last, I made it to classes
But that first day
I lost my glasses

Teacher assumed I was a jerk
Rewarding me
A week of homework

Then my trick cards turned red
The hare’s sick in bed
The bouquet looked dead
So I called home, and said,

“I’m failing Hocus Pocus
Gotta D in smoke in mirrors
It’s so hard to focus
When all I make is errors

Then dad said with much calm
First give yourself a hand
Before counting on others
And soon you’ll understand
So take my advice
It may save your life
Give yourself a high-five
To survive

So I practiced day and night
‘Till each ‘Abra’
Came out right

And my Presto-Digi-ture
Was more than
Amateur

Then all those D’s
Turned into A’s
Without tricks
I was amazed

Hard work after all
Was a giant step for me
But with dad’s advice
I learned the mystery

Each day is irreplaceable
And comes with a caveat
If you waste its offerings
You deserve just what you get
So take my advice
It may save your life
Being wise
Is the prize


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The soul of the virgin

The soul of the virgin

Our Virgin is so practical
So critical she be
She’s always hard upon herself
Her words come loose and free
If she thinks that you have let her down
She’ll tell you this is so
She’s very clever with her hands
And she really likes to know.

She does her best in everything
Meticulous is she
She be one of the clever ones
She’s kind and she will be
A boon to anyone who needs her
She’s so dependable
She can’t abide in ugliness
Of any kind at all.

She has a downer on herself
She thinks she is not liked
She analyzes everything
She can look into your psyche
She won’t be fooled by anyone
And she worries about her health
Just to get to know this lady
Is a valid source of wealth.

12 August 2013 2 1300hrs.


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I know You Cape Breton

Hey, how are you

	Have you heard this one?
	Where there’s a midnight sun

		Listen to me now,
		Listen up young one
		One day I left someone

	Where did you say
	you were going?
	She looked so sad
	with her tears showing

		showing her a map of you,
		around the world to you,
		flying so fast at you,
		I left my Papua New Guinea,
		my home sweet home for you.

			So... like déjàvu, 
			You look so...
			Do I know you?
			No, don't say no...
			I know you!
			you were in my dreams

	You know that moment, 
	when you see her, 
	smile,
	the light,
	that shines, 
	that lifts you high 
	into outer space so high

oh how I longed for you,
Just you and me,
your seasons, my wonder..
I wonder when thunders,
remind my mind, 
my sleeping child,
suddenly awake,
But Nova's away..

	They say people say,
	you'd miss home, 
	you'll miss POM..
	you said no,
	No, No, No
	you'll be home
	From winter to Autumn
	Just you and I
	you'll be fine

		So when the leaves fall,
		Or when snow falls,
		Remember me,
		Remember us,
		Our time, may be dying,
		Maybe someday I'll find,
		My child no child,
		and the sun so fine,
		I'll be home bound,
			To my Ocean playground..



					
			



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Souless Society

Yeah Im living in a souless society, 
My people keep doing each other wrong so much its hard to get right with me, 
Its so dark with alcoholic violence that I can no longer see the light in me, 
Survival of the fittest I am no longer because there remains almost no fight in me,
 I struggle with death around one in all forms of variety, 
I am so low at times that there can be no one high as me, 
A lot of non-sense for my body I keep buying me, 
at the same time my own people keep fighting me, 
but its time I just say "**** it" 
and kick all that *****to the curve away in the bucket, 
I hate the truth so much that I start to love it, 
Creating a mind full of knowledge gold, a mind full of many nuggets, 
Now its time I face my own truth even if my own people lie to me, 
I can and I will overcome this souless price that seems too pricey, 
**** all that bull-*****I will rise out my own souless society


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The Genius and the Good O'boy

this story's about a good o'boy
that knows his wits ain't the keenest
and a writer that thought he was cock-of-the-walk 
we'll refer to him as genius

genius liked to hang around o'boy
and make fun of him all day long
he would pick and poke and make sick jokes
o'boy would just laugh along 

now genius decided to protect his work
so he sent it to washington
said i'll be a star, yea i'm gonna go far
and my songs'll be number one.

well, his head began to swell a mite
when he started to receive
the kind of deals that come in the mail
when you register with the L.O.C.

now, o'boy might be simple folk. 
he don't claim to have a great mind.
but he can spot a scam, size up a man 
and read between the lines.

o'boy tried to warn him
said be careful or ya might get burned
but the know-it-alls are bound to fall
cause there's nutin else they can learn.

they said they'd sell genius his spotlight
make his name known all around
so he bent right over, stuck his head in the clover
and pulled his britches down.

well i can't really say how it happened
but the story soon spread around
and before ya know it that singing poet
was the biggest joke in town.

now, we can make fun of the downhom'eez
laugh at their back-wood way
make the simple folk the butt of our joke
but sometimes it just don't pay.


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Tears of my brain

This is the ending New beginning its over children daddy did it, It is finished so 
father into thy hands I commit my spirit I feel it its coming closer the sun is just 
growing colder, my soul lord is yours for the taking cause hatred is all over, from 
public school corners to the media that reports us and show us as being nothing 
more than just an enormous, pain in the side of the world, and make sluts out of 
baby girls, and make butts out of baby boys, who grow up around this noise, and 
knowing nothing in school, but how to act like a fool, and it’s cool till you grow up 
knowing nothing to do and they wonder why we crazy when the hatred you gave 
babies, ends up catching you at last and biting you in the ..., it hurts don't it homie 
when you really stop to think that you spilled so much human blood with what you 
did with a little ink ova da kitchen sink runnin water tryin to swallow that pill cause 
genocidal is he who sits on top of da hill now tell me whats wrong with this picture 
listenin to other Mr.’s use words to go against us and talk about all our sistas, and 
call dem out of their name the b's the h's and a's and they act like its ok for men to 
come up and say things like it's not a problem when fathers don't know their 
daughters, and they get all hot and bothered, Sorry nobody taught 'em, and they 
say that its common sense well how common is common sense when my mother 
had to struggle hustle and use it all just to pay the rent, now if it takes a village to 
raise a child and a father to raise a man then yall clear up somethin for me help me 
to understand what you call someone like me here walkin around when my momma 
had to raise me cause daddy wasn't around or nowhere to be found in a lot of 
cases many people facin the same situation on a daily bases, and basically it boils 
down to a lack of consideration and aggravation caused by the men of this nation 
and as far as it comes to facin with diversification the laws of education may not 
allow for segregation but the bases is buried deep within the bile’s of legislation of 
the emancipation and extermination of our whole negro nation, what I'm sayin is 
what they really showin the youth with the rims and the caddies is that this is our 
compensation for you not havin a daddy we ain't worried about you gettin it 
because of the facts see you'll be dead long n your grave before you can feel out 
the tax sheet, we ain't meant to survive we're meant to be blamed we the scape 
goats of our nation tears of my brain


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As We Hurry Into The Taxi Park

As we hurry Into the Taxi park
The taxi earlier than us is under attack

As I perceive sound and voices
None is busy around and noises

The life that you will drive
Establishes the always providence you will derive

Worthless is life and annulled
Seems all annoyed

Associates in advance your travel
Teach you not only to marvel

But to scrutinize the symptom
And attest you've been to the classroom


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No comprehension

Is it me? Or do I just not comprehend? When I do comprehend you look at me crazy, when I do not comprehend you look at me like, “you’re just proving us right.” Or is it that you don’t want to comprehend on purpose? Because when they don’t comprehend with you, you kind of feel crazy then you think let me just go along with it because it is not worth it for you to get ignorant with a person who has already achieved that goal. My definition of no comprehension is not listening to one who speaks carefully or not paying attention. To all of you who do not comprehend LISTEN TO A PERSON FOR WHOM THEY ARE ON THE INSIDE, AND NOT WHAT THEY APPEAR TO BE ON THE OUTSIDE. 


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Those Rare Jewels Called Positive Determination

1.
I Am in 
luxury,
My dreams 
have taken 
me there,
My stood 
by 
decisions 
have 
gotten me 
Health and 
Wealth,
At least I 
am not 
found in 
the 
Morgue,
How else 
could I be 
here 
without 
Hardwork, 
Humility 
and God's 
blessings.

2
If the 
reverse 
were to be 
called 
upon 
then 
you would 
resurrect 
POVERTY, 
If I took 
defeat for 
A 
Companion, 
Then 
would I 
evidently 
languish 
till my 
Dying day,
If I didn't 
sweat 
towards 
my dream, 
thus 
would I 
worship 
daily at 
Life's 
'Abyssmal' 
Sanctuary,
For as A 
Man I 
heeded 
Success's 
call.


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Called Moses by Her People

Called Moses by Her People
		
Harriet Tubman was the very one.
In the year of 1851.

Called Moses by her people
a slave to none.

Returning from freedom
Braving nineteen runs.

Three hundred people
Their chains undone.

Confidence, bravery,
And fearless of death.

Built the Under Ground Railroad.
She conducted by faith.

 Abolitionists, Quakers, and Senators too.
She commanded allegiance. They all were true blue.

A soldier, spy,and Civil War nurse.
Her personal safety was never put first.

Called Moses by her people.
Their daughters and sons.

She knew God wanted Freedom
For everyone.



		
[ Poet' View: FEBRUARY Is National Black History Month ]
www.keltonhouse.com


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WHO IS VENUS, REALLY?

From the deep and darkened sea of lust,
On Kythrira's temple shore,
She rose up on a wave of foam;
A goddess to adore,
Described as a beauty filled with love,
In pages of folklore,
But beauty is not what I see
On Kythrira's temple shore.
A life with gifts eternal for
A goddess to adore
So much confusion; heir of Zeus,
or prodigy of war?

Far from the darkened sea she rules,
On her private temple shore.
A feast prepared of sheer delight
To the goddess they adore.
She offered them a tasty feast;
A priestess candy store,
Of Aphrodisiacs that she named
At her private temple shore.

I can see her part re-played; it's clear
She was used much like a whore,
Adorned in gold, and called a pearl
On every temple shore.
Born with seduction as her craft,
This goddess did adore.

She stood much like her statues
With her head up to the sky.
With her eyes up to the sky
She looks much like her virtues,
as she rules upon the shore.
Will she ever lay in ruin,
This goddess they adore?

How sad that someone young and wild didn't get to be a child,
But a goddess to adore.
A poet underneath the trees who called the wind to lend a breeze.
A goddess to adore?
I think not, she was a witch; I would know, I had to switch.
A clever game upon that land, as Satan played a wicked hand.
For he and Venus walked that shore.
She's been his wife along life's shore.


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Welcome To The World Of This Certain King

"Bring Me Wine,Myrrh and My Sweetheart Daughter Anabella,
My Little Anabella Loves To Listen To The Voice Of Salome,Her Lyre and Her 
Happy Serenade..
Tell My Scribes To Be Fast About Compiling The Exploits Of Their King In His 
Last Battle Campaign..What Is a King Without An Updated Chronicle..
Send In My Little Prince For His Voice As He Reads Through His Texts Of 
Poetry..Lures The King His Father To a Closer Salient Walk With The gods..
Tell The War Generals To Give Me A detailed Brief of Our Next Campaign.."

At Morn..
"Send In The Finest Of Thy Young Warriors..So I can Test My Stealth In The Very 
Face Of Battle and Danger...
What Have Young Men Turned Themselves into..So Lazy,Wanton and Unmanly..
Off My Sight Before I Seek Thy Skulls This Very Instant..
(In Privacy With The Head Warrior)..Oh! Sarskaas Your Young Boys Are one of the 
Best in The Region My Training Sessions Are Truelly Refreshing..Tell this not to 
them Lest you build the Fruits of Pride and Treachery in their Young Minds..
Do Usher in My Seductive Belles to Show Off Their Waists in Acts of 
Poetry,Dance and Linguistic Body Embellishments..."

At Noon..
"You The Dreaded Most Notorious KING Of the Valley..A Demi god,Invincible and 
Indestructible..As I Speak Kiss The Sole Of My Feet and eat this dish of Camel 
Dung mixed with fine desert sand..
Ax-Man when he finishes his dessert Bring me his Head on My 'Royal Golden 
Skull-Dish'..
Usher in the Wise Men of the South..For I want to converse with them in this 
same spirit of Saliency..
Stuff the roast Calf portions with a lot of herbs and Spices..You well know its the 
Obsession of the Men from The south.."

At Sundown..
"Usher in the different contingents of Musicians to Entertain my Salient Guests...
Wrap My 'Lotus Fumes' Quickly so I can Smoke this Life's Troubles Aways..And 
See Through the One Eye of the gods in Solemnity and Blissful Thinkings,
Head Eunuch Do Send A Servant to The Harem..He Should Tell My Queens to 
get A-Ready For Their Lord is in Good Shape for Royal Rumbles and More..
Oh! My Faithful Knights your War plans were excellent..Go Now Enjoy and Excite 
your souls as much..Retain your honour and have the War at the Back Of your 
Minds..
Depart In Peace..Many A-Waists in The Harem are Restless.. 
I go in to Satisfy My Very Own.."
Welcome Again To The World Of That Certain King..


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Books

Books are a way of learning a trade
Books tell us stories, poetry, and plays

Books entertain our vast minds to the fullest
Books are in my opinion the coolest!

Books describe people of the past
Books are abundant at home and in class

Books bring home dragons and ghouls
Books aren’t apart of uneducated fools

Books represent a means to an end
Books are there when you haven’t a friend 

Books are hard and soft sometimes
Books are in brail to educate the blind

Books will be here and with me forever
Books without you doesn’t bring us together


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Writing In The Ability Of This One Saliency

We Must Make Way For Princes and Paupers,
Yes Pave Way, Blaze the Paths for Dukes and Drinkards,
Duchesses and Their Harem Of Rowdy Wanton Belles,
Who is She A Dame or A Damsel,
In Relating My Jaguar To Your Aspen We delved into spelling out the qualities of 
Their Opel,Citroen and his Jagged Hummer,
Who Will quell This Auto Duel Maybe A Benz,Toyota or A Funny Looking 
Volkswagen.

Angels that sat to crack and eat nuts,a sequel to the Epic "The Squirell",
Estates Reserved for the Esquire,One How many beds didst he deem to sleep a 
Night..
Your Nutty Officials,Their Sherriffs and Our Squires,
Issues We sat In saliency to discuss In Atlantis And The Consorted Eighteen 
Galaxy League,
Their Medula Lacks One and More Attractions..Hehawed Without a Glorified 
Nebulae..A Glitter to Sparkup Our Day,
Allow me beat these drums to herald the coming of My Asteroid Race Friends.

Friends Who deemed it feat to pay us Two Salient Visits,
Passing The soul of Man Intelligence..And Deep Understanding to matters we all 
had a light Alienated Idea Of...
Speaking of our Salient Meetings..I Foresee your Frighted Thinkings,
Augmented Thoughts In Wild Ratings..Men's Forbidden Call To Eat Warranted 
Fruits..May the Father Grant Men The Sight To See Through in Wisdom and More..
Men who have set the pace and Our Forever Lessons,
For Many are the Hurdles that Wise Men Scale To Achieve Perfection..

Let Guitar Strings Strum Slow Waltz,
To Enable Webster's Tricks and Magic in Grammer's Slow Rock,
Maybe Writing To Heads That have Seen The More..
Stiil I bid Godspeed To The Morrow And More..Selah.


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W I S H O P E

Reading from a man`s mind “facial expression “
‘My face my shuttered face’
His face tells more than a mouth could tell
‘My face tears running down my face’

It tells out more than you can read from his heart
‘My heart a bleeding heart’
For a man is a reserved creature where emotions are hidden 
‘My emotions when love is involved’

For loving is caring and kind as is 
“A gift from above a gift from God “
So are the feelings that present what it reads in heart
‘My heart that trust my heart fear disappointment’

The feeling of loving is the feeling of longing
‘I am longing for a soul mate a true friend’
For a man has lost a rib in the beginning for creation of a soul mate

‘Yes he lost one rib for a reason to create... The one and only’
And yes the feeling of loving is a feeling of reclaiming back thy creation to make a man complete. 

Surviving the times of loneliness is like walking on a desert
‘A desert of no hope with high temperatures’
Yes a desert of no hope where a man can’t live for long without water
‘And yes brave men do’ to reclaim their belonging

He will survive thy temperatures “forever “he will love thy creation
“Neither” will he hurt nor lie to her
As he walks through the desert he think about her, he sees her face even though never met her, his face is wet as tears of joy running down his face

But he still continues even though there is no hope for water along the way 
As tears and sweat run down his face and body he hopes to meet a true creature made out of his rib, few more steps going ahead he smiles he feels complete then he sings”                                                                                                                                 “He wishes for love not tears of blood from a broken heart”

Tears of blood fall from a broken heart
A man never wish to separate from thy creation
for he wish to hold on "forever"
 "never “do he wish to part ways with thy loved one

”Say you love me, look in the eye and make a promise”

“Please don’t leave me please don’t hurt me”

“Your tender touch, a soft kiss”
“things about you I enjoy most”

“as I often cry when I’m with you deep down I smile and tears of joy falling down my face “














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Strictly For Salient Clitorix

Ranks Are This High,
Just Like Banks That Sigh,
Clouds That Overflow,
Mights That Thunder,
Heights That Daze,
Depths Of Deep Passion..
That Caught All Including Your Slobbery Gaze.

Winds A-Rolling,
Clouds A-Calling,
Like Minds A-Floating,
Deep Sights Of The Morrow A-Coming,
Palm Covered Beaches A-Charming,
Your Beauty and Grace So Soul Warming,
Sweet Trust and Understanding..
Making Heated Sand Dunes,A-chilling..
The Flaming Sea Breeze In  Your Sweet Smelling Hair..Oh! What an Harmonius 
Bliss..

Pray For Thy Right Prince..
Good Men..Full Of Salient Thinkings..
Beware Of These Ranks Of Men..
Men That Blink,
Must Twitch,
Not Reliable..Always A Flinch,
Men That Bewitch..Must Stink,
My Sweet Belles Beware Of Evil Men..
That Fiery Heat Of True Passion and What It 
Revealed To The Soul Of Man..
Do Think A-While.


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Salient Mild Daze In Writtings

These were found Amidst the flames of Creativity that Burn deep down Salient 
Hearts...
Is there a Likelihood between Bats and Platypuses....
Or maybe between Vampires and Dragons...
Aha! The writings of Saliency on these mild pages...
Damning Thy Six Mad Spirits sending Them Off to that City of Rages...
Life is to be taken in Stages...
Honouring My Quail,Ink and This Wise and Humble Page.


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Her Beckon..Yes WISDOM'S Call

Not revealed to asses' or beasts, 
Kept from those Flying Angels,
Reserved specially for you,
She leaves me and the soul of man is dead,
Leaving my shores so dry,
The clamour of those dead shells so loud,
My shining chain Armour is now a nothing, maybe cracked wood,
Tears, Gethsamanic tears,
Putting sail WISDOM rowed aways,
You can imagine my shores in summer,
Her absense has left my shores a hot miragious sandy duned desert,
My days have seen plagues, woes and throes,
I am Humbled, More sobered.

In my humility did she remember me,
Then did she give me her loving passion and care,
Among our vows were her hatred for pride,
She consoled me listening to my honest cries,
 My wise friend solomon...hmmn!
Please imagine my present state of mind,
I sit in limbo,
My arms akimbo,
Head devoid of stupor,
Only Swirling to her sweet adore,
Do tell me her names at your pace,
Truelly, it was more of Gods grace,
Which the soul of man never disgaraced,
Please my friend do seek her face.
She calls,
She beckons,
Do reckon,
Do heed her call.


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HE and his ART

Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art
=====
Sympathy struck my soul within the Watts Towers
One man, broken, lost
Gave other broken pieces of life another chance to shine
With beauty and grace
Close to his heart
Close to god

Before his hand came down
They were just figures fallen
Pieces hitting
Rock pavement bottom

These objects, that once served propose
Once had value
No longer desired

Used and abused
Broken souls
Left to corrode

Do you know what it feels like to be alone in fear
In shame with no hope
Can’t look in the mirror

Thought to no longer have purpose,
On this earth
To no longer have beauty
To no longer, have worth

Rebirth

Sees art on the ground
His Hand comes down
A man, once broken and scared
A suffering alcoholic with a second chance at life
His heart and soul he bares 

Perhaps it was sympathy,
He felt that day
When he started to create, a place of hope
The skills to cope 
For the pieces left to waste away

Each broken object, each piece of junk
He gave a gift of serenity
To shine and glimmer
To live beautifully,
In company 
Sublime and serene
Achieved

Surrounded by like others,
Once pieces left behind 
Alone, you seek cover
Together, in time

Is strength, and beauty
A vision of unity
A collective propose
Of vision and purity

What new perspective, from the inside to out 
Changes on the faces of the people about 
Seeing the junk, as a ship not sunk

In the shape of hope
And inspiration, a dream
Where we can go and where we have been

Reflect on this now
Of those who never saw
What the man’s vision was
Love, real and raw
In those broken pieces

With his signature, his heart
Left in different formations
Bottle and plates
Imagination
=====
Many hearts, each a beat
HE and his Art



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The birth of a star

This wall stands stronger
Stronger than any man
Yet so difficult
It was to defend

Completely out matched
Thunder came in the dark
But those on the wall
Put up one hell of a fight

The wall never ended
Nor was it straight
Yet inside those men
Had doom as fate
Those who are left
With nothing to lose
Immortally fight

As if death they choose
After days and nights
Sleep came to none
Fate had came
At the rise of the sun

Heroes are made
In this very spot
This place where our ancestors
So valiantly fought
And fight they did
Taking far more than given

Unstoppable sit the man
Who is cause driven
Surrender they could
Lives may have been spared
Where would we be today?
If our men had been scared
Heroes and legends
Were made at this spot

This spot where our ancestors
Oh, so valiantly fought




A tribute to those at the Alamo 


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I Wonder ? (PAGE NO. 1)

The Word professional according to Webster New World Dictionary(Third   
College Editon)means: engaged in, or worthy of high standards of a profession.
designating or of a school, esp. a graduate school, offering instruction in a 
profession.  earning one's living from an activity, such as a sport, not normally 
thought of as an occupation.  engaged in by professional players.  engaged in a 
specified occupation for pay or as a means of livelihood(a professional writer.  a 
person who does something with great skill.

Well Lord, you know that the only professional attributes that I have is writing, and 
maybe singing.  however, I know that I am lacking in much when it comes to 
actually. being a professional.  I've not attended a college legally.  I never even 
attended a publich school in Her Majesty America The Beautiful.  You know that 
when I sat on Kiemona's lap at age(3), I began to read the Holy Bible to her and 
that's when my formal education began.  Ye, I had tutors(people who came to my 
dad's San Fransico Estate to eaducate me in- the introductory of Algebra, 
Chemistry, Geometry, Science and etc. until I turned 7 years olded.  Then those 
brutal people came and killed Kiemona and Angelo in the summer of 1989.  I 
was the only one who survived a gunshot wounded in the left chest.

Since then its been You, Master who has continued to teach me.  You showed 
me by Your Holy Spirit that you would become my mother and father(psalms 
27:10).  You taught me right and You taught me what was wrong.  All the teaching 
that I was suppose to receive in The Nest(Family  at Home), well the people in 
the street life taught me.  Its only now do I realize that I must shun their teaching, 
because it always seem to cause me pain.


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Where is Johnny?

Where is Johnny,
Does anyone know?
He was just standing here,
Where did he go?

I turned my head,
Just to look around.
Now all that's here,
Are these clothes I found!

What does this mean?
Can you give me a clue?
John talked of Rapture.
Could this event be true?

If I had only listened,
To what John had to say.
I wouldn't be lost,
And standing here today!

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AS TIME

AS TIME GOES BY
ALL THINGS CHANGE FOR ALL
THE CHILDREN GROW UP 
WE GROW OLD AND WEARY
TIME TAKES IT TOLL
ON ALL THINGS 
IF WE COULD JUST STOP THE HANDS OF TIME
JUST FOR ONE DAY
WOULD WE DO THINGS
DIFFERENT OR WOULD WE JUST
LET THE THINGS STAY THE SAME
I KNOW THAT I WOULD HAVE LISTENED
TO THE OLD FOKES THAT TOLD STORIES
OF THE OLD DAYS  GONE BY
THEN I COULD FIND ALL
THE PEOPLE THAT I BELONG TO
FROM THE PAST
A PAST THAT CAN NEVER BE
PASTED ON TO MY CHILDREN
ALLTHE PEOPLE THEY COULD BE PROUD
TO HAVE IN THEIR PAST FAMILY
ALL THE PAIN THEY WENT THROUGH
TO HAVE A LIFE AN TO LIVE
BUT I AM NOT GOING TO GIVE UP 
ON THIS SO I WILL KEEP MY EYES AN EARS OPEN
TO SEE ALL I CAN FIND FOR MY CHILDREN 
AS WELL AS MY GRANDCHILDREN
THEY DESERVE TO KNOW WHERE THEY CAME FROM
AS WELL THE FAMILY HISTORY OF THEIR LIVES


RUTH C YORK    9/15/07
FOR MY CHILDREN AN GRAND CHILDREN


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One of our First Lady's World 2007

Red Lady,delight, Lady beautiful of heart, Blue Lady
of America, give her your meek, your poor, sick,
isn't that what President Nixon said, to world about
his mother his mentor, his Country, May I, Mrs,
Nixon write about your son and family to honor
us a time of great adversity in America we and
God need you once again, Four score the 
seven years, seven days he feed us look
what they say about him. May we give you a 
Mother 's day card from America,  America
2007 and his last request in office is being
granted for Liberty and Justice for all even
The first Lady Presidents family of USofA


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Mother Nature's Son

in the midst of forlorn spirits
i seek refuge
goddess of weightless night
do you hear or see? 
or do i shout in vain?

a trickle for the nihilists
an ocean for the optimists
your promises of equality
empty promises and nothing more
but i won't have it this way
don't you see?
my heart is sullen, sewn shut
your black blood will not seep within
yet here i stand
beneath your branches
upon your fallen leaves
winter has come and gone
but your buds show no visible signs of rebirth

the brazen skies forsake this blade
but i will hold it steady to the roots
if you will not fight with me
then i shall fight against you

...long ago i wasn't much like this
a father, a mother, a childhood
but the thickness of the flame
engulfed us, not myself alone
everything i've cherished
a teenhood so unscorned
and an education so learned
a wife and child and home
all of my own
but the thickness of the flame
engulfed them, and it engulfed my birthrite
my very meaning towards life

so what shall i do?
watch as you too are whittled away
like so many villages i've razed
speak to me! tell me that which i must know!
and forgive me for what i've done
and what i may do...

...i'm a fool
i will remove my blade and wait
i cannot force this
like they forced me
so i will sit with no anger nor vengeance
clouding my intentions
i will sit here and wait
within the womb of your trunk
even if i am to turn to stone
and erode to dust

i will wait for your whispers on the wind
to touch my lips and ease my mind to sleep


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Why

Ive tryed to learn 
Ive tryed to fly
all you seem to want
is for me to cry
Tryed to run
tryed to hide
you love my pain
youll love when I die
I said I would follow you to the end of time
but if you dont step up this heart well stay mine.
I wake every moring to only pain
my life is unliveable 
why wont this change
I dont want heaven
nore live in hell
just remove this life
form this cell
stop my time
stop my pain 
noone knows
to them is all the same
But I have to wake every day to other peoples happiness
so fuk your games 
Ill die alone if thats the only way
what can i do. 
when my little sister curses you.
Maybe shes right!


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Urban Wild West

Back in high school everything was a mess
kids in different cliques, in all types of dress
and everyday a fight to see who's the best
and gun threats with kids having gats in there vests.
Teachers not caring about the education of generation x
didn't believe in the future or us or what's coming next
just in it long enough so they can cash there checks
as they push the kids along, uneducated or not along with the rest.
Security guards check your i.d. to make sure you were where your
supposed to be
But now isn't it so easy to make a fake pass, doesn't anyone see?
so now kids are laying in pools of blood and agony
they say it's safe but schools still very uneasy.

School today's like the wild west
Everyone's fighting, lots of unrest
And every body's just trying to fit in
But some are lost right from the beginning.
School today's like the wild wild west
Everyone's wearing a bullet proof vest
Scared to go to school because of the threats
Afraid as hell as to what happens next.

There's no smiles as you pass by in the hallway
because one false move can make the wrong person angry
everyone seems to be dealing with there own hate
nobody wants to deal with a lonely fate
so much on everyone's plate
and the angst just unable to escape
so when he or she snaps and is in bad shape
everyone runs for cover before it's to late.
Im not out to scare you far from it
but it's time other take notice of it
before more innocent kids die from this
because a child who cries for help gets none of it
a tiny scream inside, the anger that they hide
they always answer with a pistol by there side
and it's up to us to find another way
so those kids who go to school can live another day.

School today's like the wild west
Everyone's fighting, lots of unrest
And every body's just trying to fit in
But some are lost right from the beginning.
School today's like the wild wild west
Everyone's wearing a bullet proof vest
Scared to go to school because of the threats
Afraid as hell as to what happens next.


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Destiny

We look at what we have this hour of the day,
But where will we be when come what may.
The emblems on the hats and the money for the shoes,
The important pocked tronics
Are these your going tools?
Over priced jeans that are quoted by name,
The fancy cars bought low.
Looking at times like the best there is but,
Lowly thinking even though.
I ask you now with all that you have,
“Is your happiness really there?
If these things are really going to take you,
Can you tell me when and where?”
We have spoiled the child, spared the rod,
And forgot about, “IN THE BEGINNING GOD…”
Boys wanting to know how many babies that can make,
Instead of getting a job for the first one’s sake.
Little girls having boys and watching them rebel,
While thinking that is cute the mother’s aiming them toward HELL.
We have not allowed love to come in but,
Lust has had free course.
The children that are now coming into the world,
Feel all except remorse.
Is your fate in the clothes that are on your back?
Is your strength in the drug that we know as crack?
Are you scaled by the shoes that are on your feet?
Or governed by equipment that is found out in the streets?
You see the Lord has a plan and He knows where you should be
But it’s up to you to seek your “DESTINY”.
Into what are you getting and where are you going,
In whom are you believing and why are you doing.
Everything else is temporal and all is fading away.
Except you find your life in Christ Jesus and,
Be ready for that great day.
This very second as you read these words, chaos is in society,
And even though the LORD ALMIGHTY is still in control,
WHERE IS YOUR DESTINY? 


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The ones who had the whole world

Hour by hour,
Day by day,
Life is like a book,
Some like to say.
Every second, every minuet
A different page is made;
Every year, every decade
Another chapter is laid.
Someone once said,
Or thought just the same,
Life is just like
An extensive game.
There are winners,
There are losers,
There are ones who don’t care,
Yet everyone has supposedly,
A matching pair.
Not every moment,
Is not worthy of glorification.
Especially not some,
In this great nation.
Some men are like gods,
Others like slaves,
Some discard objects,
Others crave.
Yet future is upon us,
And we are doing nothing.
Shouldn’t we leave behind
Our children something?
Yet everyday we kill
Everyday we steal
Everyone doesn’t care
What others feel
In the time of this day
The time of now
We should start changing
Yet some ask “how?”
The only way is this
We start right now
Love, not kill
Give, not steal
Maybe with time
Our hearts will heal
If not our hearts,
Then our planet may
This planet never,
Ever forgets
Rarely does it ever,
Ever forgive
Only we
Are the ones to blame
Only we
Need to claim
The responsibility of such
For we are the ones
the world was ours
do something we must
before this land sours


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The Sufferings Of The Dumb

With the dust whirling round the wheel,
The walls of throat seeming to seal,
In the sun bleached roads of soil-
Ran the feet of the bulls faster with toil.

Their shoulders hath blackened in time's course,
The wooden bar to them like a saw's coarse,
The ribs out of hunger come out as though-
To satisfy themselves with the rays of the yellow bow.

I know not and nor does the owner;
Since when these poor chaps has turned to labourers,
And from whence time's sharp wheel acted sharper to their neck;
Let alone to miserable dreams which it did wreck.

They look at the soil unhindered by any sound -
The sufferings of the blunt labour is the only that's
                                       through them is found.

Were we made humans by our maker -
For this day to turn from cruel to crueler-
To treat the dumb in a way as this-
By feeling of ours which we call to be the deepest feels?



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whatever

My mind has gone crazy
i feel high like i could touch the sky,
i think i might like
it just feels so right
maybe i might
I'm not going to lie
sometimes i ask myself
am i
will i
can i
should i
but am i ready?
is my mind steady?
but my thoughts are swerving like two cars moving side to side
and then CRASH!
your mind just go blank
you quit
it's whatever


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Where Gaints rest there hearts

On the Mountain top on the clouds they fly and walk
in the icly cold hearts of others and yes Romet and Juliet
to die and why live to fight agaiin and live to love again 
in War of any kind, and yes live to protect like the men
of America for the skys and beauty of America and bountry
that shared with the world blast and all awesome in the
sky always there to protect the women and children Lion
Lion in valley high who is scream Lion Lion tonight in her
ear, who is praying to the most high screaming screaming
in the angels ear Lion Lion no snake snake in the creator
ear tonight well a angel wink apon America once more.


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BALLERINA DANCER

SPINNING TO AND FRO 
WATCHING YOUR FACE AS YOU BEGIN TO BLOW 
ROUND AND ROUND TUMBLING TO AND FRO 
SPINNING AND SPURTING LIKE A SAILOR
CURSING AND RUNNING LIKE THIN AIR 
WATCHING AS PEOPLE WALK ROUND IN YOUR HEAD 
FALLING AND CURSING 
SEEMING TO NO END 
FOLLOWING YOUR MIND LIKE 
A SHALLOW TAP SOCKET 
EVER SO GENTLY YOU TWIRL 
AND SPIN 
ROUND AND ROUND 
CURSING AND SPURTING TO AND FRO 
BALLERINA DANCER WILL YOU EVER BLOW 
GASPING AND BREATHING TO YOUR DISMAY 
BALARINA DANCER WILL YOU EVER BLOW


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As

Can you see
Can you feel 
Should you know what is
I know 
One day 
The world can change
The heart can lie
The heart will lie
WOULD YOU EVER KNOW NOW ....WHAT COULD I SAY 
I FEEL THAT YOUR WORDS ARE NOT WHAT YOU PRAY
STOP THIS NOW
STOP THIS NOW
You should have seen the world thats in front of you
All you think is not for me
But we are both in this same head
Show me the way
my world has sorounded you
only my world will change if you let it not be the same


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Our Pain

I've seen many horrible things
I have nightmares, no pleasant dreams
I'm reminded of my past
Everytime I go to sleep

You don't know the burdens I have
The demons that are deep inside of me
I'm crying out inside & asking
Can someone please help me

I have no mother, no father, no family
They were all strippped from me
I was left to defend for myself
So how do you want me to be

My country is at war, there will be no peace
There is no food, children starving, not enough to eat
They gave us guns & threw us in the streets
With arms wide open, our destiny's we greet

The government came in to intervene
They promised us a new life
And took us to a new land
Where we still don't have enough to eat

A new jungle, a new war, new streets
A new contest in which to compete
You got to be tough and have a heart of steel
Or you'll be like everyone else in crack hill

They say go to school and find a dream
Get an education and enjoy being free
We'll give you help and support
We'll provide what you need

But all I see is poverty, blood, sweat, and tears
We sell goods at stands, at a good fare
But they just walk past our booths
Snickering their noses in the sir

But our men are the same as your men
And like your women, our's shed tears
Our children may be darker in color
But they still have the same fears

So I sit back and ask myself
How much better is this life
I silently answer the question
Nothing's changed, I'm still fighting for my life

You don't know my struggles
You choose not to see my pain
you just live your priveliged life
And assume I don't need the same

So here we are still standing alone
Swallowing our fears and hiding our tears
Trying to find faith and showing our strength
While believing we'll be free someday


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What I Say I Am

Am I what I say I am,
When I try to win that woman? 
When you try to win that man-?
Am I what I say I am?
They'll be won the conversation
Of the hid-den man.   (Chorus)

The hidden man's of the heart
When you're searching that's where you start
Don't just look at the physical appearance
Beauty is vain and could serve as a hind'rance...

Love at first sight isn't always smart
With time and patience real love imparts...

A since of security, they're friends indeed
Learning to be sensitive to each other's need...


(Excerpt from a rap I wrote in 1993)


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Excuses

Because I was beaten....I beat,
Because I was abused....I abuse,
Because I was hurt....I repeat,
Because others found it funny....I'm amused,
I come from a broken home....that's why I'm stoned,
I wasn't loved....thats why I don'e believe,
I was left all alone....that's why I can't stay home,
I was poor....that's why I need,
That's why....I can't,
That's why....you don't understand,
That's why....about nothing I rant,
That's why....I need a hand,
Life did me wrong,
Life took it all,
Life....a broken mans sad song,
Life....and you missed the call,
But...I wasn't given a chance,
But....I can't love,
But....it was a trance,
But....no one was ever above,
Excuses.... for not,
Excuses....for,
Excuses because that's all they are and that's all you got,
Excuses....save them I heard them all before.     


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Pop! Goes The Weasel

Pop!  Goes the weasel...
When he shot...
The guy behind the easel...
And stole his silly paintings...
All about there were faintings...
He ran from the chasing cops,
And made but few stops...
One for a beer...
One for some schnapps...
Guess he got a little wasted...
As he dropped the art
He had hardly tasted...
Now one wine,
and he was wasted...
Grabbed by the cops...
He was soon pasted...
With crime charges 
He soon embrace'd
Cause he was tired of art theft,
And he was color blind, and with no sense of depth...


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Learn Somethin'

come here little girl, let me learn you a thing or two
livin' in the hood is a very hard thing to do
you gotta know the rules, how to move, never have a clue
never let'em know how you move, keep it true
true to yourself, to your square, where you at girl
respect yourself in any hood, hood respect girl
kept a lot of girls from geetin' raped where i'm at girl
when the devil play, it's no game, he attack girl
one girl mad cause her man want your phone number
you so bad every man wanna talk to you
chicks get jealous so they plottin' on your every move
what should you do? you by yourself and without a crew
rule number 2 keep some mase or some pepper spray
rule number 1 is keep a gun but she played it safe
she massed her in the face and showed her what suppose to taste like
the girl pulled out a knife and cut her stomach by the waistline
know she on the floor cryin' with the evidence
but what she didn't know was that the pretty girl was preganat
learn somethin', learn somethin', listen little girl let me learn you a thing or two
learn somethin', learn somethin', livin' in the hood is very hard thing to do