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THE BANDANA AND THE HAT
R.I.P Big Poppa,
Biggie Smallz Junior mafia,
One & only shot-stopper.
R.I.P Pac the Makavelli,
Amaru Shakur the legendary.
The two were a force, others secondary.
Notorious B.I.G was riding high 94,
Tracks rolling in and more in store.
The world was waiting for the outcome,
"Ready to Die" was the album,
But was he actually ready to die,
take a bow and cross the Nile
especially when he was conquering the world?
Their demise, to the entire universe, was odd.
Woe to the Compton gangs,
Orlando Anderson culpable of death fangs.
Even though Pac was fed by Death Row,
he never sign up for that death blow.
Despite "All Eyez On Me" and "Changes",
'cuffs and jail couldn't stop him from rockin' stages.
Despite "Me Against The World",
he still indelibly "Hit em up" like a god.
Woe to the Southside Crips,
Ghost of karma momentarily sleeps
but vows: "my .44 make sho' all y'all kids don't grow!"
Son of the gun, what's reaped is due to what you sow.
Thug Life witnessed a Thug Angel surrender to an attack,
That night, Black devils drove by in white Cardillac.
Cacophonous mongering hint the HAT had to pay.
Los Angeles, City of Angels whisked away
And extinguished B.I.G courtesy Billups,
godfather L.A.P. D officer hired to pull out all the stops...
Leaving all square and lifeless Biggie's corpse.
The world never forget the Bandana & the Hat;
They was young and dumb but they had heart.
September '96 stole the revolutionary from us,
The bandana finally stumbled on lost course
despite Kidada's love & Suge Knight's million dol$.
March '97 blacked-out Brooklyn-born Biggie,
Puffy or Faith couldn't keep him alive,what a pity!
R.I.P Biggie and Makavelli.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Copyright©2022
It is good to know what we resist,
but my best way of knowing
is by self and other showing
what we together
would more health wealthily
assist.
You might assume
the only way to effectively resist patriarchalism
is to fight.
Turns out,
fighting may be the surest way
to already have lost the battle,
and to continue losing
an ecofeminist war.
You might think the only possible way to win
is if all other players lose,
but what, then,
have we the OnePercent gained
toward healthy resilience
and safe peace on Earth?
You might assume the only way to gain power
is to compete
with surpassing strength
for economic and political victory.
I might guess another way to empower
is to cooperate
for healthier
sustainable flow-with
empowering enlightenment
more resonant in compassionate relationships
than suspiciously lacking robust
interdependent
communication networks.
As for patriarchalism,
probably far more erectile dysfunction
is the result of intentional economic neglect
than vindictive political abuse
and threats of war-mongering.
Experiential peace and beauty
and truth and trust messages
trying to break through LeftHemispheres
fascinated,
sometimes mystified,
by enigmatic
elliptical
sacred words,
scriptures,
messages
deep pre-historic passion feelings
Preferring win/win climate health Paradise
over win/lose ego/ecologically pathological risks,
chronically dissonant cognitive minds
at war with affective body issue
nerve tissues
bipolar stressed
As processed by Either/Or LeftHemisphere
dominantly StraightWhite monocultural
patriarchal not-listening
jumping to deduction
reductions
not able to hear inductive WholeEarth
interdependent EarthMother ReCreation,
over the sound and constant lights
of fossil-fueled degenerating
militantly industrialized
colonizing
bad karma energy
Instead,
our co-investments
in cooperative wealth systems
restore multicultural EarthJustice
AND
restory Earth's green peace
ecofeminist narrative
In which
we too often assume
the only way to effectively resist patriarchalism
is to fight.
Bolstered by faith in the path of ethical karma
Indeed, I am grateful for my parents guidance.
Imparting and intercepting a pragmatic dogma.
Do graceful deeds or such will Deity reliance.
Spirituality is a means of achieving mental tranquility.
In place of admonishing compliance, cultivate trust.
Sincerity is comparable to a yearning for faith in divinity.
Religion is a system of holy books that tends to thrust.
Only with insight, I grasp how to do proper deeds
In the vicinity of oughts, givens, and plight sermons
Making me a "polite person" in other peoples minds
Hoping to target heaven by valuable fine actions.
My self-motivation restrained my capability.
It's all exhilarating to uncover the finest route.
It may elicit widespread anxiety and uncertainty.
Hell's ferocity will bind one to remain celibate.
While challenging the status quo of religion.
There is a constant desire for truth amid Deity.
When I was in anguish, I wanted reconciliation.
Attempting to cross the contradictory topography.
Now that via my Faiths avail, I am all paradise.
Ardent deal man's religious faith in helpful actions.
I have given life with true love sealed as a prize.
Granted their ability to taste heaven attractions.
I am now all heaven, thanks to god generosity.
A large deal of man's beliefs is seen in deeds.
I have offered life as a prize for a sense of loyalty.
They had given the power to savor heaven's seeds.
Spirituality provides the claims that traditions claim.
That is the idea that my heart strives for in the story.
To adore God, that I have vowed to the Lords name.
I put my trust in God's forgiveness, famous mercy.
Placed First on the contest
written May 7, 2021
All Yours(Jun 8) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
I don't exactly know the how or why
I can't even explain it
But i have or was given a gift
I am a fortune teller / medium
I can read card's
Decipher tea leaves
Predict and tell the future
And converse with the dead
Wow can you talk to god as well ?
Or are you in fact rather a fraudulent snake oil griffter
con-artist
Who scrapes a living off the insecurities
and vulnerabilities of the longing and loss of the distraught
Because otherwise you would know what
lies ahead of you in your future
And if as the saying goes payback and karma is
a son of a dog
Then may i suggest you take an eternity
of treats with you for the journey because
you are bound for a long old stretch in the
dog house fed on a diet of humble pie
You'd think falling was the easiest part.
The air rushing past you.
The world spinning so fast.
Zero focus.
Your eyes watering.
Can't catch your breath.
Your heart pounding so hard it hurts.
Hands clenched and cold.
Your entire body unsure and tense.
Alone in an alien atmosphere.
Like you are somewhere you don't belong.
Plummeting a million miles an hour.
Without control.
Just a body in an endless universe.
Karma is really the only ruler here.
Your past depicts your future.
Or is it fate?
Are you destined to walk away from this?
Or is all of that old wives tales?
Do you decide your own destiny?
Whatever.
Years of disappointment.
Endless struggles and tears.
Failures topped with self loathing.
Tears and sobs and hiccups.
A weight of guilt of a thousand memories.
Miles away from saving.
This panic attack is going to make me
Crash.
An eternity in your eyes I saw
Yet behind broken dreams I stand,
I blame you not, for this is my flaw,
Hoping for that which no mortal shall have.
Memories of an eternity I had made,
In the sands of time I watch them fade,
Was this ever meant to be?
Or was this but a fleeting moment of karma.
Deep in my heart I yearn.
Hoping to have that I did not earn,
Cloaked I am in solidarity once more,
Yet for Cupid’s arrow I gave my all.
I author no words of regret,
I sing no songs of pain,
For your light was all I needed,
An eternity I had not but fleeting hours I always had.
I guess it's time I faced reality,
Time I accept the actualities
Demons and angels cannot be,
Under the hue of thee I let my quest be.
In the mirrors of Moirai
kismet and karma kiss adoringly,
unaware of this betrayal they label as life.
In the hallucination we call birth,
words whisper like bitter winds,
composing a metaphorical manuscript,
weaving a quilt of invisible inflictions.
Silent screams serenade in childhood bloodshed,
where no messiah arrived to rectify sins of saints -
so some languish among abandoned souls.
Modern monsters no longer hide beneath the bed,
they feast amongst our freshly prepared banquets.
In a fathomless pit, I'm slaying prosaic demons,
before indigo hues turn ebony -
who are they to destroy my dreams?
I never heard the birds sing
in a playground of lucid lullabies.
I still recall the ghosts of featherless angels,
swaying upon swings adorned in garlands of grief.
Their eternal spirits flickering in silver embers,
evolving into perpetual vessels of reflection.
Confused in a realm of revolving doors,
tarnished paths only withhold wrath,
leaving behind trails of trauma,
where twisted trials lead to disfigured destinies.
Glass hearts only break in battles with burdens,
so our spirits become victim to Medusa eyes.
When each sigh flows like a slow poison,
we search for virgin daffodil dawns,
as distractions to numb the pain.
Fatigued from the battles from
those who rebel against our hearts -
we seek solace from sojourners of invigoration.
Blessed are those who connect with universal harp strings.
Who merge with the sacred aura of music.
Who notice the stars before twilight,
comprehending the glory of sunrise,
as an analogy against adversity.
I was not designed to be a flower,
contained in a snow globe,
covered in ivory flakes when shaken.
I have forgiven the blameworthy,
who are guilty for chaining an inner child,
but I'm still waiting to break free.
Before I waste away and my thorns decay,
ordain upon me the fortune to cradle love -
let me flourish in the field where Rumi's roses bloom.
I hover in a meditative state;
Delaying my awakening from this virtual cell;
A listless conscience mutates a myosphere;
Contemplating the zenith of an urban meme.
Unfettered by loose social structures;
I channel energies to locate a pulse exact;
Murmuring the karmic mantra in a trance;
This is the age of the avatar Me,
This is the spirit I want to be,
This space, this place, this entity,
This is the truth I seek to free.
Neon pulses react to stimulate;
Expanding digital symphonies with new zeal;
I project the conscious I in a nanosphere;
An imperfect narrative succors the wanton stream.
Protected in this matter of vague contours;
I promote something sensual but also abstract;
Prompting the homage in a collective chant;
This is the age of the avatar We,
This is the spirit we want to be,
This space, this place, this entity,
This is the truth we seek to free.
No mess is fantastic
Lack of respect leads to war
War is horrific, evil and poor
Racism is not chic
Modern slavery is painful
Hate is awful, hurtful and plentiful
There is no justice
They don’t really want peace
Hypocrisy is ubiquitous
Supremacy is senseless
Discrimination is tasteless
Their audacity is obvious
Corruption is rampant
And the economy decadent
This is absolute chaos
The whole thing is a mess
Less than nothing: worthless
Death shall come. Alas
At last to change the formula
That’s karma
Nothing is eternal
Power is ephemeral
Tomorrow is a song
Belonging to no one
I know I’m not wrong
I am addressing everyone
I am talking to the crowd
Without being too loud
Long live Respect and Peace!
Long live Love and Justice!
Copyright © March 2025, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.
for karma nurisha wa kupenda lowe
(poem for a letter too long to write)
cosmic gem of the universe
exploded celestial beauty
princess of the milky way
poured into
the waiting womb
prepared
that’s who you are
child of claimed prayer
moored on the shore of faith
anchored in the harbor of love
that’s who you are
jah’s chosen are never bare
sarah’s were tears of joy
and you—her new world karma—
blessed will be your womb too
that’s who you are
the north winked tonight
the crescent moon reclined—
what a glorious smile…reflecting
that’s who you are
wait and be of good courage
the pain of joy is coming…wait…
pregnant belief has always delivered
that’s who you are
Yahweh has never failed
and never will—forever
you’re ours and his blessed star
that’s who you are
twinkle…twinkle little star
blessed be the happiness
you bring
that’s who you are.
n.b.: peace and love
that’s who you are
dad.