Thoughts regurgitated though repugnant,
coil of self loathing tightens its noose,
venal thoughts a fragmented whisper,
to sabotage, undermine, disrupt,
one’s frail ego under siege,
wounded whisper n as barbed wire plume,
internal bleeding one must staunch,
if only gumption triumphed,
vacuous a notion one brazenly floats,
inane virus of the mordant gibe,
its origin welded to an anonymity,
so vast in its remit,
defying bold attempt at confrontation,
acid laden cut deep within,
over trivial and flimsy oversight,
imagined stain, partial blind slip,
transgression not worthy of indictment,
court proceeding deep welt juror,
nodding in consensual conspiracy,
wounded mutter, wounded sibilant sigh,
homespun crime against oneself
Consciousness is the only thing that can raise nigga's from the dead, like when you gettin up from sleep, because we are a backward people our head is where our feet suppose to be, we are entertained by our own misery and pain, through the constant onslaught of everything that causes us to live as it is, we have been given a reality from our former slave masters to force our perception in a direction that does not gibe us any recollection of what we were truly meant to be, in our minds we gotta start to think like "Iam God" you see, still got chains on your mind cause the illusion you fail to see, I love all who are positive and fight negativity, I fell Malcom and Martin's pain we still have not attain liberation in this day and age
Its Different
It is not a Quiet Show,
I am Naïve;
Faults are my bitter Sword
But I don’t want them to See
until I get it better;
Let me hide Underneath.
There are Eyes ,
waiting for my turn.
Harshness;
I see them Burn Me too,
I don’t want to Be
what they want Me to Believe
I am scared to Breathe.
An Empty shell of Life,
Softness preaching Wise,
Look at Me;
I am here Stronger
in the tough times,
I am a Story of a Lifetime.
But I am Naïve,
Faults are my bitter Sword
Accustomed ;
I haven’t really thought
of being a persistence Gibe.
Hold me until I can Decide.
Pushed ahead
its been a quiet a time,
Hiding, is not even a Choice
Still Underneath;
Now You Belong to the Sky,
Meet Me;
I Owe you for a another Lifetime.
So Its different,
It is not a Quiet show
Henceforth ;
the Noise I subscribe for,
is not something I Adore
But I walk with a smile
stopping as they Arrive ,
Quiet in high Canopy
my fears fall as they Arise.
I still build my Prodigy,
In Solitary exquisite
As You Continue to,
Look at Me.
fostered face etched'n
gaunt grave swept
dark dribbles dug
sassy syllables sung
song's gores gibe
meagre moan thrives
assembled books belched
cremating callous crest
kaleidoscopic knowledge crept
hoisted acumen hatched
voluptuous cramp crashed
sundry zeal stripped
confined fate fumed
by fury bruised.
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Note: Of pulpy picture.
If I woke up with a white skin, I would not abandon a colored friend
If my true love became yellow, I would be too blind to make it end
If my new neighbor was red, I would take him as a godsend
If my best friend became brown, we would still click, gibe and blend
If my mother turned into a black woman, her love and care would still transcend
Spiky hair,
brittle waves,
porcupine,
hedgehog,
spiny Anteater,
echidna.
A kid
growing up
prickly.
The long tongues
of children
gibe him sharp.
Tumbleweed in the schoolyard.
Can’t tread him down.
Hurts are on the surface
like frozen
alphabet spaghetti.
Thorns and barbs,
jagged Jeers,
quills quietly quivering
the quarry -
face tucked
into his heart.
It's Harassment, Baby oops
By: Tom Wright
8/19/00
These things offend,
know I, tis true.
in these, I've been schooled,
now I tell them to you.
An innocent touch, a wayward look,
a word or threat aimed another's way.
Is today, considered harassment,
and that party has final say.
Were not to needle, mock, or jab,
to razz, or quip, gibe or jeer.
To scorn, roast or ridicule,
and whatever you do, don't leer.
It's best that we not banter words,
deride, intimidate, or taunt.
Should you be one inclined to joke,
these too, you must not flaunt.
We must not rile another,
even though it be in jest.
Sneering, too, is not allowed,
so put those thought's to rest.
Another's traits never mock,
nor offend with apparel you doff.
Find not within reason to knock,
while daring not to scoff.
Belittling another isn't right
nor take occasion to tease.
But other than these few things
treat other's as you please.
In meeting, should I, not extend a hand,
and appear to have little to say.
It won't be because I am snobbish,
but fear a Tort Lawyer coming my way.
Class assignment: Read only the first verse of Easter 1916 by Yeats, then write a continuation (without looking up the original).
I have met them at close of day
Coming with vivid faces
From counter or desk among grey
Eighteenth-century houses.
I have passed with a nod of the head
Or polite meaningless words,
Or have lingered awhile and said
Polite meaningless words,
And thought before I had done
Of a mocking tale or a gibe
To please a companion
Around the fire at the club,
Being certain that they and I
But lived where motley is worn:
All changed, changed utterly:
A terrible beauty is born.
I wandered a while, bereft of thought
Through the spaces and crowds,
In all that passed around me naught
But a single whispering voice.
“Where are you walking toward?”
The windless mist grew heavy;
Within the smiling, striding horde
I smiled, directionless.
The sun was set, and in its wake
Stand wandering shadows, transfixed
I could see only what I could make
Of guts spilled on trampled bricks.
“Oh, where are you going?” I asked
From the mist there was no answer.
No time, then, to mourn what is past
A terrible beauty is born.
When you've fallen down and times are rough,
struggling in the depths of sin;
can't do this alone, you've had enough,
too ashamed to face the situation.
Don't worry, it's not the end,
and even though you feel so small;
everyone loses faith now and then,
you'll be welcomed back because He's already forgiven you.
Climb on out of your sinful slough,
feel the release of all chagrin;
no more need to pretend you’re tough,
you're in a place where we've all been.
But on your own you'll never win,
salvation comes to those who call;
look up to the sky, lift up your chin,
Never ending love and abounding grace are free for you too.
Brand new spirit without a scuff,
though at times you may feel defeated again;
when others gibe, mock, and act guff,
resist the fighting back temptation.
Spread God's love across the nation,
His justifications to them befall;
yet you'll remain in His constant protection,
the fights already over, there's no need to feud.
Satan will menace but it's all a bluff,
thinks he has a chance at the brawl;
but in reality he's been shackled and cuffed,
for the world's already overcome if you have the right view.
These things offend,
know I, tis true.
In these I've been schooled,
now I tell them to you.
An innocent touch, a wayward look,
a word or threat aimed anothers way.
Is today considered harassment,
and that party has final say.
Were not to needle, mock, or jab,
to razz, or quip, gibe,or jeer.
To scorn, roast or ridicule,
and whatever you do don't leer.
It's best that we not banter words,
deride,intimidate, or taunt.
Should you be one inclined to joke,
these too, you must not flaunt.
We must not rile another,
even though it be in jest.
Sneering too, is not allowed,
so put those thoughts to rest.
Anothers traits never mock,
nor offend with apparel you doff.
Find not within, reason to knock,
while daring not to scoff.
Belittling another isn't right
not take occasion to tease.
But other than these few things
treat others as you please.
In meeting, should I not extend a hand,
and appear to have little to say,
It won't be because I'm snobbish,
but fear a Tort Lawyer coming my way.