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Who Am I

Who am i

Am I the one that passed by 
The moment for eye contact passed
In the blink of an eye
I will not know you, nor you know i
Thing is...
Doesn’t matter that you know me
As long as I know the answer to...
Who am I?

I am just me a guy
I am just me a 30 year old guy
OK. I am a 30 Year old black guy
That hasn’t yet found the reason why
Do you know who you are?
Does the thought of you cause you pain?
Would you find the answer strange?
The answer to the question
Who am I?

I can be anywhere found
My conscious logistically bound
In any town I ground
On any plane I fly
On any boat I'm afloat
At any mobile network range
Who am I? can never change
The answer is never strange
Who am I? 

When I die will I know...
Who am I?
The tree in the forest question...Frustrating to the wise
Simple to the blind
Who are you?
you will find
The answer is not opposite to... who am I?
I know who you are
I only asked to see if you would lie
I knew when i asked myself...
‘Who am I?”

Kirk jones

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Black

My skin is a representation
My skin is a representation
My black skin is a representation
Of condemnation
My skin evokes timidity
Even me I fear my destiny
For this colour always on me
It cons me, I'm a king says my brother consciously, 
**** says the white boy online playing Call OF Duty
This colour black has become...
Power but for.... me? 
Nope i wish
Black is beamed from a dish to wash your clean mind like a dish
Black has become a sales accessory to help us to buy whatever they wish
Unused energy
Yet intertwined in negativity
Negative energy
Yoked with levity
Since emancipation dancing for a penny fighting adversity
Now dancing around with millions
new lines of this labels with that
Lost for clarity... lost in hilarity
Black power has turned into our opposing polarity
reclaim the revolution I scream my throat staggers me
I slip into a black power dream every so often, 
n still suddenly
I cannot explain exactly as if the past grabs me
this time....
under a branch under a branch of a tree
white men surrounding... I think three
my throat hurts in pain
I wake up
The man in my dream was not me
but part of my family ancestry
This poor man I see him i see him i see you brother
And so i see me
Ropes too tight n he doesn't want to show his hurt within
So this Is a scream for him 
This colour black is so much more than skin
It has to be reclaimed somehow
Maybe from within
Black is my pride Black is my prize my Black makes me grin because its much more than Skin
 
Kirk Jones

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The Bleeding Machine

This world is ours
If we put our heads together thats cleverer
The Media pins the masses down like wrestlers
Biased to the westerner
Showing of the worst of Africa
Reporting Ebola to Malaria
But missing out the beauty
with intentional duty
Recording wars and mass hysteria
They show the poor with bowls on the floor beggin like Oliver
Like they are unlucky
BBC stands for Blacks Built this Country
ITV stands for I Try Very  hard to keep propaganda out of my yard
Scaring us because
To them a revolution would be scarier
They want our melting pot to boil over
Putting us in the middle like Moldova
Controlling tax paying dogs
Different breeds of terrier
Groundhog day, CD skips, Playback Error
Same phrase everyday 'War On Terror'
They want to fight a word
They must think i'm dumber than i am
They have transparency in their NWO plans
Young Ukrainians dying by Russian hands
The Kremlin is too deep into the elitist pockets
Who are we to understand?
What reasons ring true for invading neighbouring lands
All we see is the devastation of the bombs after they land
War all over our world
I don't need a revelation verse to see
Your better with a Holy book than TOWIE on the TV
Move Teflon minded take nothing literally
Believe half of what you hear... none of what you see
They fly bombs over seas for war creates a sea of cash that we never see
Billions of dead bodies floating in the sea from past War
Through the eyes of the World i see misery
As the media work for the Elite 
And graciously **** you and me

Kirk Jones

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Future Past

Basketball was my sisters 
I love her for the years of blisters
If i could again...i would 
This time i would be persistent that nothing is too distant
My eyes squeamish for times winds grazing face
Haven't time to Marvel
Long for decades lost loves
My youthful eye sparkle
Sheepish eyes caused by high brows
If only i knew then what i reminisce bout now

Pushing towards goals
Imagining the score
There was a time i was never more
Than a man that swore
Years before i was this mature 
In fact the pact was to just be more
My hand lowered by life's war
And i did not look wisely
Opening  the wrong door
I see duality in this reality
Should i be here naturally
Has the devil flipped my pact on me
To ensure adverse failing
Multi headed snake of adversity
Thirsty for the worst of me

So to my loins strawberry
My sweet
With my feet
Will always be my cherry
On top of this world
Not aspiring for the telly
Want to be the CEO
Thinking back on images i see me grow
As you the same
Many stories yet to show 


Do not follow me and act content
Times better unspent
Clock hands scary never late... always dared me
This world has your name all over it 
Really
Fill your belly
Move with a taste of haste... my child you was born ready


kirk Jones

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Heart Where the Heart Is

I have seen it all
I have seen them all 
Kings, Queens to those with no claim at all
You all rise, YOU ALL Fall
Your fire is my reason....
And then
No flame at all... weak and I am invincible
I hate you
As you do not treat me as your God 
Hold on....I made you
But still I Love and I keep you
As that's my only job
Still you rob and rape forsake me and still ain't finished
You take, you take, you take,
When will you replenish
Still I am respected not as I once was
I guess it's the old law of sods, 
Every day I keep you but you pray to ten other Gods
I used to be worshipped as an overlord
I am now raped and manipulated As the
Bruised girl left sore by the soldier in war, 
That my veins have warmly washed as her tears pour
I cry more as the years pour
Losing more of your self 
Controlled by them more
Them, they have always been
Just different times different regimes
They pimp me out lemme know whose boss
They control my tears and my core temperatures a bit off
To ensure that food consumption carries the highest cost
Weather control, power at any cost
Is to blame for Tsunami's and other mass life loss
Mon frère my sister my son my king
What I say is true
Don't listen to em
Believe what you hear as I say this to you
It is what it is
No care for the dying baby staring at flat tits
No life in his limp neck looking like a new-old ashy pez
Eyes bulging like he smoke Marley
He slowly slipping away to the party
As I see those over there to the West
Throw away burgers and party
Not their fault 
they care less
Its a lack of Awareness means were aware-less
Could we be more aware... yes
Scared to ask important questions
So you are what-less....
Blaming the media means we care less
You should be fearless  
But in this age of instant communication with HD screens
Polished
more than Mr muscle to get our souls clean
We see the adverts right
Like the suffering is within reach of my 1080p sight
So why is it we still wait for some massacre or someone to starve tonight 
You guys are not right...
I feel like
Nothing more to prove, do or say to you,
You already....
But still...
Look at you... Still not trying to change
When you know the facts
words of reasoning has no impact,
I have had a revelation
I am exhausted I am through
I do not know what i am to you
The phrase would you do that at home rings true
Have i not been good to you
I am waiting to exhale and when I do
I will unleash my fury and say bye to you
 
Kirk Jones

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The Battle

I do not love you
I have said so
Reading my love letter
You misread it
You forget that I am So... you regret it

Ones meaning defined by anothers presence
seconded to an angelic beauty designed in heaven
Fighting to calm
Quench

The hell forged brimstone slush my heart pumps well
Silence is tin

When your missed song lips too far to hear sing
my angelic wings

I do not love you
You do take me far from sin

That is why i love you
My soul chants as my imagination

I do not love you
I love your image
Words of infatuation
I used to say your creation was heaven sent
a revelation 
And now love keeps pacing 
To is yes, fro is no
Up n down it seems to go
Rush to my heart 
Listen to my soul

Kirk Jones

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The Courteous Sea

I sing my dormant swoosh,
As I lie in wait for my moon.
With my breeze I give shore lovers a push
As the star follower is lost too soon, as clouds swoon
The naive navigator fears his maroon

My heart melts at the price of your energy at night. 
I have heard soul's scream for their soul
I am your creator.... never defeated...showing powerful might
As I swayed while they swam for pearls, oils and lost gold
I detest fuming coal, my rough, ice skin swallowed Titans whole

Loose is the harpoon as is the value put on my life
Secrets of the beginning beat within my chest
I am moved by my mistress moon and the wind, my wife
I am pirated but i am but one, beautifully old... the best!
The day will come, some should expect... for me to be the only thing left