Best Overstand Poems
Decisions, decisions, and consequences of balance,
deciphering the outcomes can leave you paused like the mannequin challenge.
One brain, one mind, and influential abilities,
mathematics can be the catalyst to spiritual connectivities.
If you completely overstand this world, then you are frustrated by malice,
deciphering the outcomes can leave you paused like the mannequin challenge.
I paint pictures like Davinci-Close your eyes and see the visual picture
I speak from the soul like 'Pac- can you see my visual scriptures
like Picasso- I paint pictures too
it's life in the words I speak- it's life in my literature
I put detail in my art like Pollock do
and some may read this- and think of it as being taboo
yet through my words you can picture my soul like Gordon Parks
I speak from my pen like Alex Haley speak from the heart
i'm like Vango and Monet- difference is- some will follow the G.E.N.E.R.A.L.'s Sonnet
if you want to find me- then through my words you should start
from my soul- to your heart-through my words- you bind it
from my words-the power- like Maya Angelou's you find it
if I overstand- then maybe you understand- my words have no cost
my words are art-I tell you-I teach you- like i'm Ross
my words are as a mural-Wyland- my soul is the sea
travel with me through word in my soul- you may get lost
yet you visualize-you'll see apart of me
'Pac-Alex Haley-Langston Hughes-Maya Angelou-Shakspeare-is art to me
my words is art-and no!-i'm not budging
like Micheal Angelo's painting "The Last Judgement"
-G.E.N.E.R.A.L.
She is gone, but where, but why?
Where does that leave me:
And why did she have to leave?
"What is the real word for Indian giver"?
You give someone something, and you take it back,
there has got to be a word for that.!
Because I know that those who they wrongly
call Indians wouldn't take a gift back.
So, I need that word that means
"gift giver and retriever".
Children are our gifts given to us by
God or so it has been said, and known!
But since God took my child back,
She must have been on loan.
Because I don't know where she is-
But Kai-Kachelle, my daughter
is nowhere to be found.
She is gone, but where, but why?
She came, she saw, she conquered,
My guess. her job was done...
We miss her more and more each day:
As it has been two years nearing three.
I now overstand that God had loaned me,
A uniquely beautiful child:
After all, is said and done:
She was still Gods property ...
So, I live, I learn, I cry and hope...
To hold my gift again.
If I get another chance, to do things properly.
I will take better care of my gift;
and not treat her as mine alone.
Now knowing she was mine to care for
And a privilege of God’s loan.
Ever have that “ahem?” moment. nothing seems to go right;
though friends and family see your life tight,
they don’t know your struggles, your sleepless night,
the homicidal and suicidal demons you fight.
From the outside all looks clear,
you truly hold family and friends dear;
your securities and stability engulfed in fear;
it’s just sometimes to much to bear.
You look to the heavens for guidance
but in your mind so far the distance;
you continue to fight your demons with resistance;
in the end you pray the struggles will make a difference.
“I’m only human why must it be so hard” you say,
a daily question to your God you pray;
silently screaming as on your face you lay
those sleepless nights awaiting the dawn of day.
Inside so emotional but outside chilly most,
the you everyone sees truly a ghost;
looking beyond self and this world to the Ivory Coast;
to maintain the facade of your sanity at most.
The world has changed not for the better,
this has all been preordained down to the letter;
the coldness can’t be bored with but a sweater;
Questioning “why can’t they see” your tears stream wetter.
I’ve been an old soul all my life,
I overstand your struggles, your strife;
the heart screams the cuts run deeper than any knife,
there has got to be more than this to live this life.
Gripped by the throat with tension
Mad aggression pumping thru my veins
Changing my complexion
Pressing thru the world of small selections
Fencing off the other feelings of oppression
And while I'm resting
I don't wanna wake
But once my eyes open no time to hesitate
To much bullshyt to escape
It's not like I was born with a cape
And even when matters are crazy but I refuse
Not to be great
I refuse not to turn the hands of fate
And make the universe concave my way
Been a struggle since birth
Trying to live with these lies
Told even since I put the me in time
And now I got a family that's mine
And I must throw away all pride
And keep the dream that I breathe life to alive
Hungry for what's never told was mine
And told all the things that are above my level
That's fine
Sit and watch as I not climb but claw to the top
Kick scream and holla at the stars
That like to play against the odds
Of the campaign of my cause
Causing me to fall
Causing me to look forward and back to remember where I came from
Causing me to wayward this and carry on
For that's all I know
That's all that anyone been telling me
How I'm wrong
How I'm slow
How I'm the one that love doing it the hard way yo
How I'm the one that will fall flat on my face
Lose my place
Lose the initiative in which I started this whole thing
Have me missing my template
But they don't see I'm God sent
Regardless
Of all the bullshyt curse words and bombardment
I will be in undeniable
Came far from where it was that I begin
Even with snow storms and hail pours I'm destined to win
Even if I'm straight drowning in gin
And gasoline was part of the triathlon that I had to swim
The king is crazy
So for my babies I will swim
I will seek opportunity
Watch it put away it's jewelry
Sit back maniacally
Schematic the whole the place
Plottingly
Run up n the place also smiling
With no gun on the waist demolishing
Any and everything
That's my plan
To overstand
And not undermine what my mind will conceive
For it's what I can grasp in my hand
The whole damn planet
Water sky clouds and granite
And if too much for me to hold
Just u watch me manage......peace
Calculating bravery, designing a plan
To conquer fear and rise above it
Emotions running high, sweat on the skin
Genetic alphabets, a faulty concealment
Pulsing circuitry, a universal connection
Astrological bees, preparing for inception
To overstand this world is not to be sane
But to demand respect, with a brush of humane color.
To understand the mystery
Is to overstand the jury
For pain traverses the sane
While they diverse through the insane
Real and proper
No steel and copper
Their love is for money
Not harmony
We believe in a being
Yet our souls are like spring
They wind each day
Easy to waylay
Yet we claim we shall overcome
But we dont know how far we've come
For us pretty,
It's a pity
Picture decibels of granite landslide wailing
Rocks of flocking tears tumbling savagely down
Upon the dry valley, and the heart's raining
Wide torrents of griefs in shoutings unknown
And then strangely the recognition
Each one knowing the time and condition.
I know you do not understand what I tell
About the old village in communication
Wireless, and no technology as that bell
Of sighs clanging in valleys of trees, attrition
For the belated love one gone, the cry
Of sorrow uprooting rocks and roofing sky.
I want you to see the old Maroon ways dead
And the legacy left in a crocus bag there
One machete, an abeng, and Bible at his head
The lone Rastaman taking it up with his tear
And left the callous crowd that cry and lie for rum
To study the script that brought him freedom.
He looked at it, but could not fit the words, so
He wrote with his tongue a new approach
At words, with more proximity to life and ego
And fence that allowed none to encroach
Who were strangers to his tribulation and need
To survive this existence on a puff of weed.
He spoke "I and I" for we, a sense that said
The collective was on flesh in different skins
And we were only branches of the Mighty Dread
Separated by customs, flawed beliefs and sins.
He said "I overstand" for the understanding we
Claim through muddled mire of mangy history.
Thus the Maroons bled a physical revolution, fend
And left his legacy to the Rastaman to complete
The cultural revolution, bringing us to honeyed end
Changing language, music, and lifestyle, a feat
That Mao dreamed but could not do, overturning
The oppressors' world by a smoky drumming.
The Maroon never dies while his children live:
Pocomania, Rastaman, Reggae music burning
The Kiya hut of Taliban, Mandela prison pensive
Tremble at the stones tumbling and piling
On the blackheart man's grave. No more bush
Brigades hiding the British guns. Love comes with a hush.
BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE....LIKE GLITER YOU SPARKLE.... IMAGES MERGE FROM THE WAY THAT YOU BLUSH THOUGH WHEN YOU SMILE I OVERSTAND YOUR ESSENCE... YOU'RE LIKE A CUT ON A DIAMOND, YET MORE PRECIOUS THEN THE CUT,YOUR VOLUPTUOUS CURVES MESMERIZE THE ATOMIC ME/ YOU CONQUR THE MEANING OF BEAUTY... SHARE WITH ME YOUR STRENGTH FOR WE WILL BE IMMORTAL TOGETHER THUS WITHOUT YOU THE EARTH WOULD BE BARREN WITHOUT FERTILITY..... YOUVE CAPTIVATED MY SOUL BY THE WAY THAT YOU SPEAK/EMOTIONS SHOWER ME LIKE RAIN ON A SUMMER DAY FOR THE WAY THAT YOU GAZE AT ME WARMS MY FLESH WHILE MY HERAT ANTICIPATE ANOTHER MOTIONLESS BEAT...I ADORE YOU.....JUST ALLOW ME TO CHERISH THE MOMENTS WE SHARE SO THAT I MAY DIE WITHIN YOUR HEART AND BE BURIED WITHIN YOUR OWN SOUL FOREVER....SO INTO YOU..A LADY ALL ABOUT YOU....CGS
I meditate as a gentle sentinel,
Protecting and cultivating my peoples mental,
Journeying into man's pineal gland,
To overstand,
And take a message like Remy shand,
I hear a celestial voice from my Heavenly past,
So I prostrate on green grass,
And watched the overcast gloom and the storm clouds pass,
How I asked did this tremendous task come to pass?
There was a deep sigh,
Follow by a silent but manifest reply,
"Look toward the sky trough your third eye,
Spin like kingly hair,
Like blood in the vein,
And the atoms that forms the air,
Bringing rains
Enabling you to travel the astral plane,
Are you prepared?
Your heart is the fountain of truth for you
To quench the thirst of the earth's youth,"
The temple is shaking,
The vision is fading,
The voice starts stating it's time to awaken
I'm channel emotions sailing a endless ocean to bring the vision of this mission into fruition
annilating into the annilated annilation,
I begin to awaking from this meditation with the revelation,
And a message for my nation…
Why do you wear shades inside?
Is there something you're trying to hide?
There is no sunlight here
Only shade, so sun damage you shouldn't fear
If the light inside is too bright, say no more
I can easily flip the switch, and that's for sure
Tell me, why do you casually strut in a room with them on when big business is at hand?
Is it that you're resolute, omniscient, and abundant? Please help me to overstand.
Even when we're outside and the clouds are gray, you have them on
I'm a little confused, or maybe not; there is no sunlight. Come on, Son!
I heard eyes were the windows to the soul
We're inside, so why keep them covered? Has yours been sold?
My, my, I guess cool is just too cool
But wait, I thought again and realized I'm nobody's fool
I’m your X, He’s your X, but I stand back wondering if your go to put an X on are future. I
know your not my girl but I’m craving you was still in my world as my girl not my X. I know
he missing you why because you’re a Queen no lie in this world and mine, but you have had
times with him and I guess it was good times coz I can still see it in your eye’s, but does he
see the same thing too,
All these years I’ve been good to you only getting better. Understanding you, but I guess I
need to do is understand No OVERSTAND MYSELF before trying to give you my love. So I’m
on my ting now so I’ll holla when I can and see you when I see you coz I’m not throwing my
love around any more.
I LOVE YOU and you have identified it, so it your time to show me what moment in time it is
or you might not call or even TX and just get back with your X but you know how far the
love goes and what adventures we could overcome together. So i don't call this the end or
the past because i believe love will still past this way.
I want to kiss your lips so I want the right to you well I want the rights to both lips but I will
only be kissing one,
I want to sex you when fall asleep together.
I want to just lay next to you with just my boxers on hugging you from behind with my hand
over your side, I think this would make us more natural around each other,
I want to overstand your mine so I can understand the way you think.
I want you to drop your shield down because I am no danger to you.
I want to know you more,
I want to know you better because I want you to know me completely.
I want you to be warm on them cold, windy, wet dark nights,
I want you to know you’re loved, valued, appreciated, and respected when you leave your
home door.
I want you to know the type of woman you are. And know you can help me be the man of
today and tomorrow.
I want you to know you’re special.
Tallan Bent © 01:02Hrs 06/08/08
IN THE MIST OF THE BELLY OF POVERTY- MY SOUL ACHES...HEART ACHES AND PAIN THROB LIKE THE RAIN AND STORMS OF NOAH DAYS..I WANNA BE FREE.IM CAGED LIKE A BIRD THAT SINGS HIS LAST CRY FOR THIS CAGE ISNT A ILLUSION.AMBIGIOUS THOUGHTS OF THE FUTURE BURY LOST THOUGHTS OF THE PAST,AUSPICIOUSINESS COVER THE EARTH-GOD CAN YOU PLEASE SHOW ME A SIGN...I TWINKLE LIKE A STAR WOULD DO,BUT MY FLAME IS DIM/HELP ME GROW,ITS YOUR AID I SEEK TO HELP ME DISCOVER THE DIVINE ESSENCE OF WAR....WHAT'S THE MEANING OF LIFE?I'VE BEEN ENSLAVED MENTALLY BETTER YET (MENTALPHYSICALLY)LIED TO, DEPRIVED,MISLEAD ,AND GIVEN SHATTERED IMAGES OF JESUS-NOW HERES MY GROWING PAIN UNIVERSE-ITS U-N-I- VERES THEM. OVERSTAND MY METHOD...MY FORMAT SPREAD THROUGH THE HEART OF AFRICA, SO GODLY AS IN OSIRIS(THE PERFECT BLACK MAN WHO RESURRECTED)WHAT ABOUT THE PYRAMIDS-THE SACRED HOUSING EXPOSING THE HERE AFTER,SO AFTER THE STORMS JUST BE AMAZED AT THE RAINBOW,WHAT A PROMISE A CREATOR KEEP WITH HIS PEOPLE-ISN'T IT BEAUTIFUL,HE LOVES US.SHOW ME ANOTHER WAY TO COPE WITH ALL THIS MADNESS AND HOSTILITY...GRANT ME THE SAME HARDSHIPS THAT MY PEOPLE ENDURED SO THAT I CAN ENDURE ENORMOUS STRENGTH TO OVERSTAND STRUGGLE BETTER/ITS LIKE A PERSON WITH SIGHT GONE BLIND SYMBOLICALLY REPRODUCING THE EYES OF OUR YOUTH BEFORE WE ARE X.
I'm so tired
Frustrated at being exhausted almost expired
Out here looking for the plug that'll have rewire
And give me the battery in back
To flip stacks
And put me on the map
Before my insides catch fire
This anger and disappointment the igniter
Holding on to dreams of having my kids dress flyer
Wife on visual full rotation from outsiders
But that's not how my life is
So I digress
Sit a lil bit plotting out what's next
The schematic at times seem to complex
Take a break
Come back refreshed and take on
All the things they say is wrong
And holding on
Til my fingertips are chafed and palms are torn raw
Google map an avenue to explore
But my heart implores
That I was always ment for more
And everything I got is a blessing but
I'm so used to loss
Like a 16 with no chorus
Speaking what I want so much into existence
Now my voice horse
Feet feel course
Back made thick from all that I've been holding on
My mind is intertwined
With the design
That all of this is temporary
But my patience is declined
Seeing places I be dreaming
Half asleep plotting out a scheme and
Frustrated to the point that I be beaming
But I can't stop won't stop
Even tho I'm bleeding
Bloody scalp burnt up shoes
And chest wheezing
All of this just for one reason
Even when I fade away
Ppl will see my kids and say
All the things in which that they see today
And overstand why daddy behaved this way.......peace