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Edward Benson Jr. Poem
I breathe to succeed intelligence.
Even I am astonished by my benevolence.
My deep rooted spiritual elegance.
My keen disgrace by prejudice.
How people twist what God really said to us.
How people lust to discover how the Big Bang busts.
What a disgust that we can't even be free to discuss.
The must. The need to be emancipated.
Enough of our situations have been degraded.
We have made it. We've claimed the now to redefine history.
To become part of the evolution that it was written to be.
You see? That's why you refuse, defuse, cause you're confused by me.
Your laws I am to abide, but your laws deny me. Deprive me.
Of the freedom I was born into. Sworn to. I celebrate my independence in July just like you.
We have rights. Rights to the constitution as day is to night. And when we fight.
We do it like a feather floating out of the sky. Clever?
Very, because silence has never been involved in your endeavors. Never.
Strategically beating you like pollen during calm weather. Severed.
Separated from the rest of the world because of difference.
Erased from existence. You haven't said it blatantly, but these were your intentions.
But I still revolt. They can do it to you, but my rights they won't revoke.
I don't hope. Cause they can't deny us what's ours for long, this I know.
They may have control. But we have the power, the knowledge, the will to overthrow.
It's not a show. It's our right to fight, To be HOMO!!
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I was caught up in a rapture when I encountered him for the first time. 6’1, Brown eyes, Style
beyond fly. A caramel cream tone, that draped over his “perfect for me” physique. His words
resembled eloquence, his story full of suspense. From thence, I knew I wanted to inherit his
every critique.
It was no ordinary love, we had been abundantly blessed. Usually when encountered with these
emotions, I would regress. But why suppress? Why deny? Why hide the feelings of me when 2
hearts could coincide. Why break the mold of surprise, when we could reverse the role of divide.
And it was so. We set the tone. We broke the mold. We got in tune with each other’s soul. And
normally towards this type of journey I would never go. But his gravitational pull was more
than my scientific being could ever revolt. He made my feelings remote, and we foreseen
together the existence of our eternal being.
But then I had to realize. I was only foreseeing our future through my eyes. I couldn’t so soon
finalize, when in fact that could be our demise. It’s TOO right. And I’ve learned my lesson from
the previous and most recent times. It takes two to fight. There is no union if there is no one
there for you to unite. So I had to just be blatant and asked him for the truth. To see if he
could provide some proof .
And this is what he had to say, It confirmed we felt the same way;
“Magic has never really made sense to me. Illusion. Confusion. It was all the same to me. Then
you came in to my life, like a thief in the night and took the disbelief out of me. Monogamy?
Could it be? That you would come and cast this spell of love and bring my heart to relief? At
first sight it resembled fantasy. But your kisses, like a pinch, always let me know this is reality.
So fall deep with me. Who knew the pits of love would make us rise to destiny? What you
foresee, is the very thing that I have envisioned, contemplated, and always relived in my
dreams!”
After that I was sold. No law. No piece of paper. Could ever confirm what God has bestowed.
Why do we need acceptance from the world, When all that should matter is what our hearts
and our spirits know!
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We fight for the right to exist in masses, meanwhile the true revolution passes.
Exactly what is the cause you support? The same community you abort?
Just like a saint that preaches heaven, but raises hell.
A hypocritical supply that meets its demands as well.
Pledging allegiance to a rainbow flag that you won't even help stand.
Its a shame. But no one will say that they are the ones to blame.
They rather look down upon, frown upon. Rather act as if they are above when it's ground level
we all stand upon.
Have the nerve to denounce flamboyance, but we all are demanding equality.
Disgraceful barrels of arrogant oil is what overflows in the seas of our poor qualities.
You say you want to be able to marry, but you won't even tell someone you have an STD.
Yet you want the lawmakers to believe, that we can conduct ourselves as civil human beings.
I often find myself breaking down to my knees to pray, then left without words to say.
Left in a disarray. For we all need to be saved.
We say politicians are our enemies, but we should start examining within.
Start with yourself, with your surroundings, realize the definition of real friends.
In our community that word makes my soul cringe.
And that should not be. So how do we expect to have the world acknowledge our harmony?
When there is none really there to see.
Before we can get others involved, we have to invoke the power to reconstruct our OWN unity.
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We walked to a place far away.
A new galaxy of passion and spirituality.
He gathered a bed of stars, so that I could shine above the earth.
He made the moon our mirror of life.
He gave me everything I never dreamed.
It was larger than imagination.
No pain. No sorrow. No distractions. Just actions.
Aligning the planets in an orderly fashion. We made love.
Deep in my soul is where he planted a seed.
Who said that man and man couldn't build this masterpiece.
Goddesses of Beauty, Gods of Seas.
I know now how it feels to exalt within their realm.
He made me feel superhuman.
I too revisited his soul the same.
We deceived pain. We sustained.
We made what is so complex, plain.
And the heavens will still ordain.
See we can never stop the rain.
But we can reach the clouds.
Because they thought our love couldn't bare the ground.
But we inherit the sound of thunder, the strikes of light.
To succeed. We live in peace. We don't Have to fight.
We want to be able to love. Is that a travesty?
But he made it all possible in our own galaxy.
See when he touches me he says he's tracing the constellations.
Signifying the trust and unity, and the dedication.
He says I make his moon full. Make his planets orbit.
How could a world so FREE think of that as morbid? Yet we absorb it.
Cause its been said "Ye are all gods."
And in our galaxy, we reign supreme.
Against all odds!
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Longing for love is like hoping for rain in a recurring drought.
Tis the reason most people never choose love over doubt.
Whats that about?
Whats life without oxygen to breathe or blood to bleed?
What would fish be without water?
What would birds be without trees?
For most love is a want, but understand that love is one of those needful things.
Like winter to snow and flowers to spring.
Yet we search for a particular love.
Thats the selfish ways of our being.
But love is everywhere.
In our departures and in our greetings.
I wish I had the anecdote.
I wish there was fire and no smoke.
But love is complicated.
And often leaves us devastated.
The reasons behind love's torment is simple.
Because idolization is a sin.
We worship it like it rules the world.
Even love has an end.
Thats why we treat it like a trend.
Here today, gone tomorrow.
Like friends.
So I made amends.
I told my heart and soul that my mind they must forgive.
Cause Lord forbid.
That love conquers me like poor parenting conquers kids.
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Black lies are what they are. Those anecdotes you tell.
My mission is to judge not, but I know you all too well.
Deception is your motivation. No remorse, nor regret, nor guilt.
Your tongue should be charged with manslaughter, for all the truths you've killed.
Covered by a blanket of false emotion. Deceiving to the naked ear.
Terror stains your lips and your mouth remains in fear,
but that doesn't withhold the delivery of your black lies,
in which usually sound sincere.
Its a shame that ones mind can corrupt ones soul.
Blasting echoes of stories that should remain untold.
Behold! the midnight glare of your black lies,
strangling the life out of all honesty.
To think, you would ever hold yourself accountable. not even possibly.
'Cause those black lies you tell are what you embody.
They epitomize you.
Define you.
Defy you.
Deny you.
Black lies are what you seek to refine you,
and in the shadows of those lies will be the souls of those who have idolized you,
.... and it will never be ME.!
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They spat. They spit on my name and changed who I really was.. just like that. They
assasinated my character. They need no alternate attack. Its astonishing how ones opinion can
make people cringe at the mention of you. Nevermind what good you've done. Nevermind the
times you've seen them through.
Still they spat. They spit behind my face and let it drip down my back. Rewriting all joys that i've
brought and erasing the lessons i've taught. Like it was slaves I bought. Like I raped their
daughters or bullied their sons or threatened their legacy. Like I signed the decleration of
independence knowing I had no intentions on letting them live independently.
But they still spat. They spit on my dreams and my hopes for decades to come. Though I'm far
from dumb. They put me in a mental bottle and corked me to one day be swallowed like aged
rum. Beneath the scum. Forgetting that I was part of the village it took to raise more than just
some. I was the one. The leader, the feeder, the father, the son.
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Last night I had a dream.
It had no plot.
It happened in Jerusalem.
An interesting spot.
There sat a book illuminated by a shine of gold.
No Angels, No Demons. Just the book of the untold.
On the first page read, "Thou shalt never endure the utter truth!"
I flipped the page. It was saying things to me I never could of staged.
Talks of God, Allah, Ya-weh, Jehovah and how he did create all things..
Questions of who started this religion thing?
Why's of Who are you to judge? Scorning the teachings that is of human blood..
So this is what I wrote when I woke up:
Is life teaching you anything? Are you paying attention?
Did you fail to follow the example in which he mentioned?
Me not closeminded. Not so quick to judge.
Everyone should own a Bible, A Q'uran, and A Torah..
You should develop your own truth. Not be closeminded
If ye seek truth, than ye shall find it!
Instead of concluding your life on something that someone else has drawn.
Options are put here to be observed. Not to be pushed along.
After seeing what everyone believes to be true, you'll figure out where you belong.
Why say you are free, but let someone dictate what you have the right to know.
Give your mind some wings. The truth will grow..
We invest too much based off speculation. We deserve a better chance.
Embrace this knowledge. Take your mind out of that trance.
The truth is WE ALL BELIEVE IN THE SAME GOD.
Prophets are just Prophets. They ALL lived and DIED.
Muhammed, Moses, and most will argue that he didn't, but even Jesus the Christ.
All this is to be continued. But I challenge you to a test.
To the library you should go. Look into what I've said.
Life is about seeking knowledge. Exploring something out of the norm.
The war isn't about religion. Its about secrets that would cause some hearts to be torn.
The lies that we've stood on. The ones that continue to be born.
Just please be open minded. Its deeper than one opinion can uphold.
You can't ever know the truth. Unless you hear what everybody knows.
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close your eyes for just a moment and explore the possibilities, the possibilities of us.
how we could reach a level beyond lust. that we can rope ourselves to mules and be carried
across deserts.
how we could number the stars and find a reason why we love eachother to match each one.
how we could formulate a plan to feed all the hungry.
how we could bring the world to an ease.
how we could be the media.
how we could deliver every triumph, or the news of every distress.
how I could be the judge, how you could be the jury.
how we could commit a crime, do the time, and still be divine.
how we could create an eclipse. moving positives in front of negatives.
how we could make them glow on earth's surface.
how we could stand united, no matter the purpose.
how we could both be kings or both be queens, or the the Presidents that set all precedents..
Just for a moment... Explore the possibilities. the possibilities of us.
how we could sing "going up yonder" on our way to the top, and "lift every voice" when our
legs threaten to go down.
how we could pick any color to paint the town.
how we could smile and never frown.
how we could conquer global warming.
how we could bring terrorist to justice.
how we could bring Libya and Egypt to peace.
how we could assist in rebuilding our dying economy.
Just for a moment.. explore the possibilities.. the possiblities of us.
how we could empower others to have higher self-esteem.
how we could introduce religion to science, then introduce them to politics collectively.
how we could get everyone on one page.
how we could follow eachother in wave length.
in emotion.
in age.
how we could make our history change history.
how we could unlock every mystery.
how we could make all things possible through God and through love.
how we could mislead the misled so they will no longer miss their chance to lead.
how we could make others believe.
how we could give others a reason to, close their eyes for just a moment,
and explore the possibilities....
the possibilities of we....
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I feel like holding out FOR you, would mean holding out ON me
and that feeling isn't getting any weaker
Help me to understand why I even consider?
Love not being a factor.
I act as if nothing is wrong.
Yet I'm torn.
Though you believe a Star has been born.
Best Supporting Actor.
Our audience amazed.
While I feel caged.
But my feelings are staged.
Yes, my feelings are staged.
Only cause I feel played.
I feel like the cast that was rated sad.
The one the tabloids called "mad'.
When these lights dwindle from off of me.
My spirit will be glad.
I, will get the award. Yes your "Star" will be born.
Yes I'll wear the glare of the heart that you've torn.
I'll dance under your scorn. With grace and good form.
And I'll smile in the captivity of your memories.
And walk on your line of symmetry
Being loyal to you, while deceiving me.
All this for your fame. To be closer to your name.
Just a peg in the race to be the succesor of your game.
Never mind the pain. This is how a Beast is tamed.
Lights, Camera, Action. I mean, I should be praised.
For enduring your days. When I should have been free.
The tabloids now have everything they need on me.
I've been killed emotionally. Disrespected totally.
While walking in your spotlight. You dared to notice me.
Neglected to boast with me. You've never made a toast to me.
All the while, I've been the one devoted hopelessly.
How was I out of your site? While you were my light.
Your Star is falling. Here comes the end of our night.
I thought I could do this. Wear your armor and be your knight.
But this armor shines brighter than me to you.
That's life in your spotlight.
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