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The lady grabbed my hand and led me to a small table and I sat down,
I then looked at the other kids and they were all running around. She then turned
the light off
And there was no sound. I thought I went deaf and I couldn’t see I couldn’t find the
other kids
That were just beside me. When I put my hands in front of my face, I sat in the floor
and curled into a ball.
Then above me stood a lady about twenty feet tall. When She flicked the magic
button, the lights turned on
The children were all there, not a one was gone. They had all been put under some
kind of spell, maybe poison in the cookies or in the pie but when I looked at them
none of them looked alive. Their voices
were heavy with every snore the lady then said, “This is how they explore.” she
handed me a pillow and
And pointed to the floor. I headed towards the wall and then lunged for the door.
This was my chance, it stood wide open the clock on the wall read 12:55,
I knew this moment
I would make it out alive. I threw the pillow on the floor and took it for a ride, the
smooth floor made the
Pillow slide. As I reached a few inches away from the door, my mother came around
the corner and looked
Into my eyes. She just shook her head and wave to the lady. “Good-bye!” I took my
hand and asked me about my day. “Mommy you wouldn’t believe what goes on in
that place!” She laughed and said something
I didn’t understand. “ Too late now, you schooling has to begin, one day you’ll thank
me and be happy you went.” I just let the talk drop I knew this day way part of her
evil plot. I probably ate to much chocolate,
or drank to much sprite but still this torture wasn’t right!
It is as if their odds were divided by zero,
The chances of me being “normal” are quite… impossible.
Look at me from different angles
And beware of my varied sides,
I cannot comprehend life’s matters unless they’ve got a
Study - guide.
I am not cold-blooded! I am not alone!
This knowledge digs into my tissues and my bones.
My body is bound to free-fall.
But I will not step into my sepulcher until I…
Experiment it all!
Papers! Papers!
Nothing compares to the smell of a successful experiment’s
Florid vapor.
It is the scent of home.
I know it all! Ah yes! I know it all!
These books shall not elude my hands
Until I wear that pall!
I draw my exes and find answers for my whys.
I can calculate the increasing velocity
Of people’s lies.
I make the irrational seem rational and
My feelings might be fractional.
But what good could love offer me?
It does not value my “signs” or even solve my functions.
It does not re-collect the atoms of my being… It is not a junction!
What good could friends offer me?
They do not give me “pies” or even certainty!
Some wish to decrease my acidity…
Bases!
Ignorant faces!
Equilibrium paces!
Action-reaction cases!
If only someone could lessen my “concentration”
Then perhaps I shall become dilute,
For I am nothing but an unwanted residue…
I am nothing but a science brute.
I have no idea how I can convey to you,
How surreal my life has become.
Everything that could ever go wrong,
Manages to before I've even begun.
How can my voicemail disconnect?!
Just during that week, too?!
What's the chance that ALL my emails should bounce?!
And at such a cost, No one'll believe it true.
I feel robbed of my integrity.
And of poor credibility.
Who invented all this red tape?
All this shoddy technology?
"All done online, so much more efficient!"
Give me pen and paper any day!
A person don't freeze mid delivery.
I'll take it myself, no way for delay.
All I wanted was to get on a course,
To train to be a nurse, that's all.
Not to work for the MI5 or United nations!
Just my community, so why stall?!
"We're crying out for nurses!"
That's what you told me.
But administration has to ruin it all
Just communicate with me!
I left you a message! Three infact!
I sent you numerous letters and emails.
I did all exactly as you told me to!
So you can't blame me for your fails.
All my paperwork's in order,
All my research declared strong,
I've kept up my end of the bargain,
So why make me feel I'm in the wrong?
I hope in tomorrows telephone call,
All this mess will be forgot!
And all may be organised at last
So I can undo this uneasy knot.
I’ve wrestled with devil in blue grass.
That college that picks pockets
and helps itself to damsels’ purses
fixed nooses just off seventy-five south,
over Clay-way Bailey.
The viaduct that divides two states
divides thieves from Potter Stewart’s Court House.
I refused to march the underground rail road;
a black man rules the white house.
The dean,
like Mathilda’s Trunchbull,
is as mean as salt on back of barn toad;
she lifted con from condescending.
I relished reflection of her
standing stiff like light pole,
frozen by the return from her calling the school “the company”
They were to give me what I pay for,
but madam flying high on stilettos
was too uppity to climb down and meet me.
Requests made were called controversies,
but to me it was freedom,
and I (pusher of this pen) was on battlefield
with Jamaican fire.
A competent crook cover ass with alibis,
and you should never be seen as obstacles …
If you are ***** and alone walk with caution,
but not so with me;
I should live Luther’s dream,
‘cause I own college road.
It was my journey.
I stood stout,
like Michael,
to cast the devil out.
With Obama fueling *******,
I wonder why Sam is blind
to the now white-collar crime?
I sure hope there are copycats up college road.
Tribe
~~~~~
The greatest hallmark of my sacred tribe
Is one of profound pride and an irresistible strength
To overcome any obstacle
Descended of Shoshone, Choctaw, and the motherland
From across the Atlantean ocean
Genealogy reveals a touch of Mediterranean and French
One glance speaks volumes a most favorable blend of DNA
Revered by the wise and despised openly by the jealous and weak
Regardless, those of this breed stand tall and proud each day
The mantles they wear and have worn are many and varied of
Value and meaning to scores protectors, teachers, sensei, and sage
The small minded man things seek to discredit and taunt
What they could never hope to be or understand
Refusing the gift of transcending evolution
I'm so blessed, just as you but I must not linger in the filth of anger
And self consuming hatred
I offer you a smile and a gift, forgiveness of the sin perhaps that
Of your progenitors
A simple yet defining word, ignorance
No delusions of greatness just a charge to keep
Spoken to me mere moments ago by an angel in the flesh
If I so choose at last I am truly worthy
So come with me now the past is a memory
Promise of a better future is yours within this tribe.
Here is a story sad and true, how my life made me question, "what did I do?"
I am only eight years old and my hands are tied I have a pencil in my mouth and my
eyes are open wide.
Honestly I knew what they said was a lie but I listened anyways and that’s how I
ended up on the inside,
I don't like it here and all my friends said, "Keep out!" but I didn't listen and now
even the monsters in my closet can't hear me when I shout.
This building made my mommy smile, she told she would pick me up after
awhile.
Every other kid my age I saw was either crying or just down right mean. There
were crayons
On the floor and paper stuck to the wall, there were chairs in the corner and a few
girls holding dolls.
There was a lady clapping and calling out names finally she got to me and I wanted
to scream.
I tried to reach the door knob but It was out of my reach. Then the lady laughed at me
and said,
“What would you like me to teach?” I shook my head and started to cry the floor
started spinning and
I wish I could fly, because the window was open and just a little over my head. I
tried not to listen
to a thing she said.
Son, I told him,
Bring me water from the river
In my old basket.
Wide eyed he stared again
Bringing the contempt for school
And church to make complaint
Against my revenue of pain.
All I want to do, he said
Is to be twenty one
I want to fulfill my own agenda
Discard your tired days for fun.
Son, I repeated
Bring me water from the river
In my old basket.
Humoring me in anger he went
And with draconian intent
Forced him back again and again.
When he made his seventh run
In the futile up and down
I asked him what's the matter?
It is so stupid, he said.
A basket cannot carry water
You are just an old dictator.
Son, I told him
You are too focused on the water
Bring the basket to the center.
What do you see? I asked him.
It is wet and cleaner, he replied.
You are a basket, my son.
You are focused on the people
When church is making you cleaner
And school little wetter.
Son, next time I send you
Bring me from the river
In my old basket forever.
I can feel the darkness trying to swallow me whole.
Emotionally I'm a mess, and I feel I'm losing my soul!
The pain just aches causing me to lose consciousness.
So many mistakes and I never thought of the consequences.
I'm absolutely alone, and I'm desperately trying to get back.
A loneliness like I've never known, the day I stepped away from that track!
Being confined has refined the mind to get back on track;
Lack of affection produced a yearning desire, my fire requires freedom!
Hope has kept me inspired, I'm seeking a wounded soul to mold;
One who can hold my thoughts, I may obtain the antidote towards her pain.
If she's out there, then maybe we can ride the train while we explain;
How to get on the same track of happiness after all the sadness.....
Note: I wrote first stanza. My brother in this struggle wrote the second
stanza. To say "hey" to this fine poet you may write him at:
Curtis Davis, P. O. Box 506, Maura NC 28554
I come to you when your down and out.
Or when you can't find what life is about.
My friends all call me by my name it's crack cocaine.
I fill your life with fear and pain.
In your body and mind is where I dwell.
I'm with you everyday but I come from hell.
When you try to make me go.
I stop your dreams and just no.
I made you steal when you wanted more.
I made you a thief to your very core.
You will do anything to make a buy.
Even sell your body and tell anyone a lie.
If times become real hard and to tough.
Stop and pray to God and say you've had enough.
Teresa Skyles
I hope this poem is strong enough to make someone "THINK".This drug makes you lose your
mind.I know you're wondering how I know well I have family members who have lost it all
over it.I could have made this poem more graphic but it makes me sick anyway.
IF YOU KNOW ANYONE ONE THIS DRUG PLEASE GET THEM HELP.
Form:
Don’t criticize me for loathing mathematics
I don’t like history, I’m not one for dates.
I thank the Lord for my patience,
While I’m gone, my pen awaits.
I write about goals, about dreams and the like
Perhaps today’s will be a story, an insight to the human psyche.
Once my pen meets the paper, it will not stop,
Like a river, it runs its course, twisting through the mountains,
Useless dams will keep it still, but that’s not how nature
Designed it.
So distract me with your lessons, and teach me all you can.
But know that when the day is done, my pen has the last stand.
Perhaps I will incorporate my impatience with history and math
Into my writing today.
No, I think I will write about my story. The peace, and love that
Your lessons cannot teach me. I don’t need to know who won what war,
In order to succeed.
I only need my pen, compassion, and feelings.
My life is complete.