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Michael Bradford Poem
Damn I Love Plain Jane! She's basic and always the same. She may be a lame but she's never lost in the game.
I love the kinda women that you don't need to run game! The chicks star searching for fame, please stay out of my lane. Am I to blame because I love a woman who is tame, with a gigantic brain? I love a lady who's into logistics, who's conversation is far beyond that same old "Let's Get Fit" script.
I love women with a unique identity. She doesn't fit well in our everyday society. She dots her i's and crosses her T's but she normally dressed in a white T and fitted jeans. See, in 2015, alot of women are more worried about "appearance" rather than perseverance. Can't count to 10 but can find time to fit her mascara in.
I don't want her to blend; bending over backwards for poor excuses of men. Taking in so much foolishness that it becomes a trait I call cluelessness! Her only solution is a pint of gin to release her sins. Come here baby, show me that grin, I promise this is not the end.
Time after Time; again and again, your so-called simple days blow with turbulent wind.
Remember this affirmation: You are not Plain, You are not the Same, and Your Glory Will Always and Forever Burn like a Flame!
Copyright © Michael Bradford | Year Posted 2015
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Michael Bradford Poem
I am what I am, not what you'd like me to be. I see, do, & believe in all that I believe, do, or see. I'm not on this earth to impress you. I'm a Chicagoan but no I will not finesse you. I leave distress clues for fools; clue's that blue wouldn't even be able to get through. My rule of thumb: NEVER BE DUMB, KNOW HOW MUCH YOU'VE RUN, AND ALWAYS COUNT UP THE SUM! Just because people see me living in a city full of Sun, by no means does that mean my life is full of fun. Sometimes I move like the beat of a drum, erratically; but fantastically I'm FREE! No, I don't live in a tree and no I'm not a bee; I won't sting. But as I continue to write it feels like I sing. I'm so focused and this ain't no joke. Where's the remote so I can change the channel! I'm tired of watching mammals act like animals. Seeing them destroy things like they own things! This is it, I've had my fit; my fair share of all this foolishness. No! I won't be who you want me to be, I'm blind; I can't see what you want me to see, it's my mind; I'll believe what I wish to believe. At the end of my time, I'll still be who I am, not who you thought I should be!
Copyright © Michael Bradford | Year Posted 2015
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Michael Bradford Poem
If you procrastinate, it may be because you're afraid of fate. You have no faith, so you wait until its too late! You take for granted all the good that could happen!
I hear people state, "well it's never too late" but why wait? Are you afraid that you don't have what it takes?
Excuses are abusive! People use them because they feel that they will lose, when in all actuality all they needed to do is begin, finish, and win! I say that with a grin, because when I put my best foot forward I accomplish all that I put in.
Then there's still the "unbelievers!" The fevers of society. They will sit back and rack their brains over all the skills they lack. Breaking their backs over useless facts. Jack and Jill went up the hill, but they didn't do that by sitting around smoking crack.
There is no pill that will jump start ambition. Its starts within, as you blend your conscious and subconscious attitudes, you gain the latitude to do what you must do. Only losers procrastinate, they will literally wait until it is just too late.
Don't hate those who become great! They let nothing stop them, no excuses of being broke or overweight. We elaborate our faith, never take breaks, and we always make the date. Last and certainly least, they never procrastinate!
Copyright © Michael Bradford | Year Posted 2015
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Michael Bradford Poem
As a One of a Kind Guy, I Cry! I try my best not to lie. I oblige everything in sight, I don't know why, but I figure life would be so damn dry if I didn't even try.
I go through the same phases that another guy might; what separates me from the rest is I come into every situation to best the test! I never regret a single step, and when I crest, there is no way in hell I could neglect the preparation just to digress.
See it takes concentration, determination, and most importantly an infatuation for being the best. Not trying to boast or brag, but at last I'm no longer being dragged, by the thoughts of my past. If you act too fast, you'll be apart of the mass, looking for quick cash and a big ass. Smoking grass and doing dabs is only a way to become a spazz; flake not fake but always late.
I'm not like the rest, I maintain my insane membranes by focus. I strive to ride the wave of faith; not of an higher power but of my own. I'm a One Of A Kind Brother, I stand alone in my mind with only a shadow!
Copyright © Michael Bradford | Year Posted 2015
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Michael Bradford Poem
No More Weeping Eyes
I realize with weeping eyes, I can no longer cry. My eyes stay dry now whenever you're in my sight.
For you took advantage of all the good that was waiting to happen. You dampen my spirit, with all your bullsh°t quizzes!
To be in love or not to love! Sometimes you make me feel like a dove, and all the other times I feel like a dirty rug, left soaking in the tub!
To move on I will do a 2 shoulder shrug, and squash the so-called love bug. No more hugs, no more 1 in the morning whispers "Baby, do You Wanna F°ck? No sir, you are out of luck!
I don't feel I was wrong for being with you. I have no remorse, no regrets, and I won't even remember you after I finish this box of tissues.
You're the fool, you're the one who didn't do what you needed to do! So you lose!... A strong woman with a positive attitude, who, if you could've showed some gratitude would've gladly taken you to the highest altitude.
I don't care anymore because without you I can accomplish so much more. No more weeping eyes and no more tears falling from my eyes!
SURPRISE I AM STRONG AND I WILL RISE!
Copyright © Michael Bradford | Year Posted 2015
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Allegiance:
We pledge allegiance to a flag; literally singing along in unison to a material thing. Most don't understand the implications of this. Flags are only tags for designer things, yet those things so happen to be US; Human Beings.
We must be bonkers to work in concert with these con men. Obediently, we subliminally keep secrets from ourselves, while we unconsciously support a democracy; the definition of a living hell!
Have we forgotten that we are sovereign? That we pledged our souls to source? That we promised to support all living things until our bodies dissolved back into the earths crust? Have we forgotten that we come from dust? How is it that we have not yet pledged our loyalty to our place of birth... The Almighty Earth!
I pledge allegiance to this planet and ALL the creatures that inhabit. From the magnetic sands of our beaches to the gravity defying leaves on the branches. I promise to support all beings and I give my love unconditionally, as I seek to bring Harmonious peace.
I pledge my life to end homelessness, helplessness, and depression. Through direct expression of our best SELF, we raise our vibrations and change our current situation. We must realize that reality is Relative meaning we shape it in the form of our thoughts. We can change the times with the will of our minds.
We are the ambassadors of this galaxy. Free will is our theme and creating paradise will be our collective dream! Love Gaia as if nothing else matters and we will relish in her abundant resources.
In God I Trust, And By God I Mean Us Trust!
Copyright © Michael Bradford | Year Posted 2020
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The Ancestors:
We are blessed with a lineage of light. Genetically connected to the ethers. As plasma from our sun runs through our veins, sacred knowledge fills our brains, as information is downloaded from our ancestral mainframe.
We are forever connected; As Above, So Below. We will remain protected; this we cannot help but know. Orisha is within us, so we need not have fear. It is clear that source loves us so no evil will get near.
Blessed be the souls who came before us. Those who came to earth to pave the path towards our enlightenment. It is through their rituals we find our spiritual selves.
We must Ra-Member our connection to this planet. We’ve done so much damage. With a rampage of our emotions, we have but decimated our oceans, cracked our lands, and burnt our sky. Our food no longer nourishing. Our water no longer refreshing. Our thoughts tainted by life’s temptations. These are all illusions. Emanations of false gods within a dark matrix.
So then let us seek guidance:
I ASK THE ANCESTORS, TO PROTECT US, TO GUIDE US, TO TEACH US, AND TO RAISE US TO UNDERSTAND THE CREATIVE INTELLIGENCE AND LIFE FORCE WITHIN US ALL!
Àse Àse Àse / Let is be filled with light and prosper!
Copyright © Michael Bradford | Year Posted 2020
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Michael Bradford Poem
Conceive and Create:
This is not an issue I wish to debate, because since day 1 my pen has been on page 1 and I still cannot relay my case, yet the facts sit staring me straight in the face. So, I embrace my fate.
I’m a scholastic bastard! Though I know my father; he never took the steps to help progress me farther.
What’s hard is, “this is the life we live!” And we will eventually die physically with the images we see through our eyes.
Time Flies!
What we choose to do with time can either maximize our minds or be used to destroy mankind. That is a very thin line.
Since birth I chose the grind. From big city to little towns; I’ve been around a lot of white and many browns and through 30 rounds I have found the search for your crown has a lot to do with your crowd.
We are what we eat! No, I see it as we are what we perceive to be. I was taught by the streets but intuition told me this has to cease.
So, I desist. I smashed through the wall of subliminal B.S.
No need for christ’s second coming when we know source resides within! I have a lot pride but real grown men cry. Through all this twisted turmoil in my life, I can always see the light. It’s bright!
To reincarnate means: to bring NEW LIFE. So I know we are going to be alright!
Copyright © Michael Bradford | Year Posted 2020
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