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The Fool That Is You

What knowledge do you have of my home?
Have you taken a walk through the cemetery?
Walking on my tracks, footprints of eternity.
Have you read about the deserts?
Thus roar, thus blow filth,
Have you, met the survivors?
Felt have you, their struggles?
In The dusts that destroy,
That whistled as they sizzled,
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're senselessly irking me,
For a fool that I am not- is the fool that is you.

You believe in the reporter,
Who experienced little of a quarter,
Of the life he broadcasts,
You let the television fool you,
Have you walked the fine line?
Have you let hunger define you?
I did. Oh I did sweat in the dust,
Trekked through the cracks,
And I, stood face up with the sands,
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're senselessly irritating me,
For a fool that I am not- is the fool that is you.

I breathed within a twister of dust,
So you wonder not of my eyes as they carry,
The memories of the old struggle,
So wonder not of my skin either, 
As it bears the manuscript of my old life,
Yes I move immaculate, but do you know of my heart?
Let you not be fooled by my slenderness,
My strength far flows beyond my weight,
So I lift a whole continent with my pride,
And if I have to, I will put my life aside,
Just to fix a smile on mama Africa's face, 
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're senselessly irking me,
A fool that I am not- is the fool that is you,

Mama is beautiful, yet you only see,
As far as her horn, and the slums,
Where the strongest among us might've been born,
Yes mama is beautiful, yet you neglect to see her exquisiteness,
How could you go to my house,
To only document the cracks on my walls?
Couldn't you walk in to my living room'
And maybe peek in to my kitchen?
Thence you might see the beauty that is my home,
How long will you only look at, 
Just the color of this book's exterior?
When will you ever walk in it,
To see the beautiful illustrations within?
So you shouldn't be judging,
For you're unreasonably riling me,
Cause the fool that I am not- is the fool that is you.

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Dear Music

Dear Music

Dear Music- would you marry drum?
for it will be beautiful when played under the setting sun
How would you love to be tomorrow’S heading
will you invite Guitar to your wedding?
From million miles your melodies be heard
As soothing as the morning hymn of a mocking bird
Since happiness can only befriend you
For you’re surely beautiful and true.

Music- queen of the ballroom
You Indeed are dominator of the mind In vexed volume
Could you stop the violence- happening a thousand mile
Sole Perceiver of peace - thence thou shalt smile
For you are one of the timbers of earth
As every soul knows you since birth
Only you can manipulate the choice-less
And can also speak for the voiceless.

Music- should you need a king,
Who will endear you with a diamond ring
You can think of Michael Jackson and Bob Marley,
From your talented basement to your lobby,
And even to you, Lucky Dube, and John Lennon were dear,
among the spot earners on the isle of the phenomena 
As they, the aforementioned had no limit of valence
Yet they lived and died under our pitiful surveillance.
 
Dear Music- I wish you could walk for the disabled
For they indeed are hopeless- and subtracted from the fabled
You mesmerized, thence emphasized the beautiful life
But don’t the laborer deserve a break from the hunger and strife
I admire your stance to point out the lies- that demised many dreams
However I’m disgusted by the ignorance of the poor’s screams
Music- you define immortality- yet omit the underlying reality
I wish a few will see beyond generalization one day- and preserve equality-

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Unbreakable

You View Me Arrogant- Beholding My Values Bullish.
I’m A Problem Inevitable- Only In The Eyes Of The Foolish
A Philosopher, In The Thoughts Of The Wise,
For I Refuse To Take A Step Before I Think It Twice,
I’m The Modern Leader, Of Generation Yet To Flourish,
Living Accordingly With The Courage That I Might Brandish
I’m Metallic, The Unbreakable, Indispensable Sooth,
A Tiny Fearless Being, Indeed I am The Truth.

My Mind Is Mechanical, My Thoughts Subliminal,
For My Need Of Knowledge Is Insatiable,
I’m The Rock That Became A Mountain,
The Water Drop That Flourished Into A Fountain,
I’m The Light House Standing Tall Midst A Sea Of Darkness,
A Believer From Far The East, A Surviver Of Harshness,
I Have Walked On Blood, And Disturbed The Dead,
Lost In The Mist Of Miseries, Still Awoke To Find Bread.

My Eyes Are Believers- My Ears Are Listeners,
For My Hands Joined My Legs To Become Achievers,
Yes I am A Walking Dream, Unacceptable Only To The Unwise,
Therefore I Will Never Surrender Until My Demise
I Will Wake Up As If The Sun Only Rose For Me,
Record My Thoughts As If I’m Only Child Of History, 
Though This Life I Live Feels Like A Full Supreme Court,
With Verdicts Coming From Every Corner- Never Will I Distort.

I Have No Fear- As Failure Is My Sole Nemesis
I’m An Inevitable, Indestructible, Forthcoming Genesis,
I Speak Loud Like A Paranoiac Undisputed Vocalist,
I am A Devoted, Yet Unforgiving Mentalist, 
I Want To Be Something New To The Scenery,
I am A Mercenary, A Practically, Reputable Visionary,
I’m Done Living In Fairy Tales- I’m Rewriting History,
Foot Steps Of The Greats I’m Following- Reliving The Mystery.

Poetry Is My Antidote, My Self-Prescribed Pain Reliever,
Of Propagandas That Bring Souring Agony To Its Receiver,
Still I Thrive, For I am A Believer
Beating The Odds, Flying Hopes Of An Under Achiever,
Feeding From Their Negativity, For I Seek To Reach Higher,
I Will Rid My Ears To Avoid Hearing The Words Of A Liar
Though Times Are Hard, My Heart Is The Heart of A Fighter,
Its Dark Now, But At The End Of The Tunnel Is Brighter.

My Skin Is The Proof That I Have Lived Enough,
To Evict Poverty And Push Through, Even When It Seems Tough,
My Scars Are Reminding Stamps Of Strife,
The Vindication, And Cunning Ways Of Life 
Even If Steel Walls Were Built Around Me- I Will Still Make A Door,
Because I Have Lived In Enough Pain, In This Life Of The Poor,
I’m Metallic, The Unbreakable, Indispensable Sooth,
A Tiny Fearless Being, Indeed I am The Truth.?

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Made In Paradise

I Have Been To Paradise,
Living In My Former Life,
Gotten Lost I Was- In An Angel's Eyes-
Worth A Reminisce- Are Those Moments Before My Demise,
Butterflies Of Amazement- Flew In The Skies Near,
Before My Eyes- She Shined- Something Like A Chandelier.

Like A Moon, Like A Diamond, Something Within The Skies,
Brought Heaven, Brought Tranquil, Brought Smiles,
She Who Came To Embrace, Has Fallen Upon Me, As A Grace,
There I Found Her, I Found My Heart's Resting Place,
An Unspeakable Beauty, Thus Caused Damage To My Plain Eyes,
As I Perceived It- I Could Hear My Heart Say- Oh, Dearly Nice!

 Could I Be Wrong To Have Fallen For Such A Being,
An Extraordinary Woman- Beyond What My Eyes Have Ever Seen,
Groundless Became My Silence- And Trembled Was My Soul,
Such A Sight Was An Angel's- She Wasn't Any Habitual Woman At All,
So I Prayed To Allah- To Bless Me Not With Power Or Lasting Soul, 
But The Wealth To See Her As The Last One Beneath My Fall.
 
She Bewitched I, Amazingly,
Stole My Heart Otherworldly-
She Was Spotless, Something Made In Paradise,
Her Eyes Looked Somewhat Like The Sun Rise,
And Mines Were Fixed On Hers In Disbelief- Feeling My Heart Turn Colder,
I Was Spellbound- As If Beauty Wasn't In The Eyes Of The Beholder.

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The Wise and Old

My Eyes Are The Seers Of  Treasure,
Among The Limbs When I Dream Of Leisure,
The Brain Is Wealth,
As A Thieve Is To Stealth,
The Future Is For The Dreamers,
For As Far As I Recall, I’m Among The Schemers,
And The Brain Is Indeed Gold,
Only In The Minds Of The Wise And Old.
 
Beautiful Things Seem To Never Last,
As They Always Opt To Stay In The Past
Sometimes I Smile, Sometimes I Whine,
As If I Have A Needle Penetrating My Spine,
I Had Never Came Across Luck,
Midst The Uncomfortable, And Nuisance I’m Stuck,
However I Never Knew That My Mind Was Gold,
For I Believed, Brains Are Only For The Wise And Old.
 
I’m The Cold And The Belligerent,
Opposite The Bold And Intelligent,
I am A Sad Song That Was Never Sung,
Still Stuck On The Singer’s Numb Tongue-
Should I Blame Stupidity, Rushing Through The Pain,
Clueless As I am- Here I Remain,
For I Have Assumed Patience Is Gold,
Only In The Mind Of The Wise And Old.
 
My Heart Is Feeble, And My Strength Have Drained
And Whenever My Thoughts Dried- I Wished It’d Rained-
Where’s The Light, I Wonder, Feeling Like A Powerless Torch,
While Everyone Stares At Me Like A Raven On Their Front Porch,
Therefore My Visions Turns Microscopic, Filling Me With Wrath,
As If Ninety Nine Black Cats Crossed My Path-
Yet Deep Down Inside Me My Thoughts Are Gold,
Leaving Me With The Feeling Of The Wise And Old.

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My Black Is Priceless

God Made Me A Smooth Thorn,
Poking The Eyes Of My Neighbors,
Oh They Despise Me; So They Envy My Black,
See I'm Beautiful Yet Filled With Simplicity,
I Walk Earth Like Any Other Living Creature,
Honestly I Think Above And Beyond Stature,
Cause I am A Confederate Of Good Nature-   
I Breathe, Eat, Sleep- How Can I Not Deserve The Same Right?
As The White Man That Lives Across The Street-
My Color Might Be Different- Black
But My Black Is Worth Breathing,
And As Far As Worthiness Is Concerned, My Black Is Priceless.

I am A Simply Complex Beauty,
Thus Humanity Justifies- Thence A White Life;
Hath No Greater Value Then Mines-
So Why Am I Being Whipped?
Why Am I Made To Weep?
As My Father's And Mothers Stand Witnesses,
Why Am I Ill-treated?
Yes Mr. White, So What's Your Worth, If I May Ask?
Cause As Far As Worthiness Goes My Black Is Priceless;

 See You Have Been Dragging Me;
Since I Was A Grandchild; 
And Now That I am A Grandfather-
You Still Proceed To Humiliate Me,
I am Counting My Scars; Sparks Of Survival;
Yet You Fuel My Undying Heat;
Can't You See I'm Struggling To Contain, The Fires Inside,
But How Will I Still Hold It In;
When You Killed My Brother?
Yes He Was Black; Oh, Thus You Despise-
But He Was Also Advocate Of Humanity,
That Bit You Failed To See,
So How Can You Judge Me-
When I Start Acting Like A Monkey?
For You Think You're The Lion,
Won't I Retaliate The Only Possible Way That I Know-
 Indeed My Color Is Different-
And I, As The Wounded Tiger; I Cry Silent,
But As Far As Worthiness Goes;
My Black Is Priceless.

There Still Are Reasons- I Contemplate About,
Why Do You Choose This Route?
To Treat Me Lesser Then You Treat Your Pet Dog-
You Incarcerated My Whole Generation,
Yet You Can't Tolerate The Few That Survived Your Obliteration,
I Realized You Can't Condone My Breathing,
As If You Are Violated By My Living-
Isn't That Your Reason To Why You Eliminate,
Everything That's My Strength And Power;
He Who Kills Family Killed Humanity;
  See You Can't Stand My Beauty,
It Hurts You, It Taunts You, It Shows You Your Ugliness,
So You Resorted To Oppression-
Which I Believe Is Because; I am Black And Unfathomable;
So Mr. White, What's Your Worth, If I May Ask?
Cause As Far As Worthiness Concerned My Black Is Priceless.

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Excuse Me- No Inhaling

Whew! Here Goes One,
Parked At My Rectum,
Its Warm, Its Deadly,
I Can Feel My Face Sweat- Silently,
Oh What A Task,
No Excuses, As I Must-
Sensitively Reckoning The Force It Amass 
With This Feeling Of Crystal Glass,
‘Its A Shame
Having No Younger Soul To Blame,
Oh Self Negligence,  
Such Is A Public Offense,
I Wish Nostrils Had Alarm Drills,
To Warn Them Of This Air Borne Thrills,
Defenseless As I Sit Here Transparent,
I Wonder, Why Am I So Apparent?
Though, They Heard The Wind Whistle,
Twas Ominous, Sounds Of My Concealed Pestle, 
Beating Polluted Air In My Pants,
Echoes And Bubbly Chants,
There Goes One Invisible,
Should I Go, Or Should I Try The Impossible,
Deny My Crime Inevitably,
Maybe, No One Knows- So Why Speak Unnecessarily?

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Kiss the Wind

You are yesterday's dream, 
And my only seamless thought today,
Can you Imagine as I, imagining, 
To kiss your gentle lips
In a smooth evening across the east wind, 
Under the rays of the falling sun,
And if I ever cross your mind, let you not whine 
 As I have sent you a kiss you can't miss
Just stand midst a breeze dear
and kiss the wind.

You're my tomorrow's beautiful morning
My weakness, my bewildering joy
your laughter injects a bulk of strength
Reinvigorating my squeaking joints,
Hearing it is an unfathomable brightness,
The sweetest of morning sounds
Like a melody that replays in my ear
Soothingly, 
And sincere is your faithful demeanor, 
For I am forever indebted to you
I'm sending you a gift, for nature is my carrier
stand midst a breeze dear
And kiss the wind.

I'm waiting to see, eagerly wishing
To feel your presence, to belong to you,
You fill my skies with delights,
For the sun don't shine in my world without you
I long for you, in the nights that go by
I can't condemn my heart's desire
Because It's you that I live for, tis you who I admire
For you're the melody that my heart grooves to
In the name of living, with beautiful loving, 
Sincerely yours I'll forever be, preserving our eternal dreams 
Look into my eyes and see beyond their glim 
Through the rifts within my dreams 
Will be you with a genuine smile
And if I ever cross your mind, let you not whine 
 As I have sent you a kiss you can't miss
Just stand midst a breeze dear
and kiss the wind.

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Tears of a Forsaken Orphan

In the night within the silent darkness
Cried a fallen angel,
From the waves of the wind soaring from afar
There he rose from the ground below; hopelessly. 
Known to him was only pain,
As he came from beyond the borders of sadness
Still dared fear, thence uttering of patience,
He became the sole beneficiary of his faith,
Carrying his dreams on his dropped shoulders 
Evidently, his were the tears of a forsaken orphan.

He derived from a land of broken dreams
Riding on the horns of hopes all demised
Hoping to be a trustee of your ears
As he fears your heart already despises him
Unknown to thee, has he a strength greater for his frame
Thus he refused to carry himself pitifully
Through the strife he dragged his feet
And lonely cold nights hardened his skin
So you listen to these eastern winds blow, and hear the echo,
Of those distant cries as he sheds tears of a forsaken orphan.

Deprived as he is; the protector of his dreams
He who isn't here to live for centuries
Just a mark of his own is all he needs
A stain of good fortune that he seek to leave
In the memories of those who follow him
Spoken in tones. notes on a board
Nay! not his name in shining lights
He beseeches you for a silent place to weep 
Those sentiments in his head, in tones that might not soothe 
For they will be the last tears of a forsaken orphan.

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Palace of Beauty

I have a thing for an alluring beauty,
Such a marvelous view to pursue,
I tend to worship in appreciation,
And today I will come beneath you,
In desire of your sincerity, I insist,
Tonight I will color your world beautifully blue.

Mention me in your prayers,
Say something unscripted,
For I have a mind lost in lust,
Will you mend my faith tonight? 
Will you blossom upon my face?
Cause today I want to bring your beauty to light.

Let me kneel and prostrate to you,
Let I, not wonder what the naysayers say,
Tonight I will worship you-
And drink from your throne,
I will drop my face in it-
As I proceed to satisfy my need.

Let me bequeath my flavor upon you,
And taste your heavenly nectar,
As I stick my tongue in your petal,
Moistening your pink pistil -
Oh today I will reveal my weakness,
And lick your ovary like a southern salamander.