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I Am Tired

I'm tired of those days
I'm tired of the games
Can't stand when you call
When you don't even know my name
 
Tired of trying to let things flow
When everytime I'm looking you're heading out the door
Days go by and I don't hear a peep
Then out of nowhere my phone goes beep
 
I've had enough of the sorrow you bring
And I look for the goodness tomorrow might bring
All my life I try to remain cool
But enough is enough, I am no fool
 
I know when its time to say bye
You never were for me, I see it in your eye
I refuse to go to bed and wonder if I've crossed your mind
When obviously I don't so never you mind
 
When you do show up, its because you are wanting
And once satisfied you begin flaunting
You bicker and backbite like a little spoiled child
All the meanwhile I try to remain mild
 
I smile back but inside I am burning
An open wound and that you are hurting
You neglect to mention me when others are around
But when its just you and me, its like I'm all that you found
 
I think about you all the time
But now I fight to not drop you a line
I try to focus on other things
And hope that you might see the pain you bring
 
That you might see thats something's amiss
When you come by I don't give you a kiss
And you'll start to wonder what have you done
And realize how much of a jerk you have become
 
I'm tired of all the games that are played
I'm tired of trying to show ya'll the way
I'm tired of being that difference you need
I'm tired of being the option indeed
 
I'm sick of the lies and now I step back
I know the truth I used to play that jack
But my days are numbered so no longer carefree
A man on a mission and that man is me.

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Black Boy

Little black boy what brings you hither

You are much too young to be out sans tether

Are you lost, are you hungry

These streets are not safe, come to me

 

Eyes so white, pupils like charcoal

Hair so wooly it’ll make sheep go

Mad with angst at the sight of it

 

Your features are sharp you haven’t ate in days

Come inside while I fix you a plate

Where is your mother, how about your father

Poor little boy why do I even bother

 

The life is hard my little black boy

Ignore your peers and find the joy

That will bring everlasting satisfaction

But to find it you must take action

 

Open your mind to finer living

Don’t be a prisoner to slavery thinking

It is true that racism isn’t gone

But keep on pushing and remain strong

 

Beware of women that smile too much

Put up your walls and try to remain tough

For they will come and sweet talk you

And leave you hurt after a month or two

 

They will greet you with such sincerity

And in their eyes you may see clarity

But once they’ve seen you open the door

They will take root and ask for more

 

Find the one that is balanced like you

She has her business but she still loves you

She gives you a ring from time to time 

And waits not for you to say she’s on your mind

 

She understands time together and apart

For who she is, she’s the apple of your heart

Don’t get it confused with puppy love

Make sure these emotions are confirmed from above

 

Beware of friends who’ll steer you wrong

They’ll try to influence therefore be strong

Little black boy you have a road ahead of you

So walk that road while knowing what’s true

 

Be ever confident of who you are

Don’t ever forget who brought you thus far

Little black boy sit upon your throne

Ok… let’s find your way home.

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Bury the Dead

The rain pours down my face while lights flash in the distance

Among the ones once living, I choose the path of most resistance

Blood, sweat, tears, and rain mix as I grasp the wooden sentencer

Condemning to eternity the demons while my hands endure the splinters. 

 

The moon has left me, I’m alone on my mission

The clouds bear down with rain relentless

But I must press on to be set free

And bury the dead that dwells in me

 

Digging and digging but no hole deep enough

To be rid of these skeletons with time that got tough

And hardened with hate, vile, and discourse

To infect my being with no remorse

 

Pain shoots through my chest as my breath becomes ragged

The time is near but there is no casket

No viewing, no service, just a body and a grave

In this place called the land of the free and the home of the brave

 

No more shall my dreams and my life be altered

My visions are now clear and my step un-faltered

You have lived on way past your prime

And now I must say that you are out of time

 

I dig further until I reach satisfaction 

And as I throw me in, my face no reaction

I stand on the side as my face looks back up at me

I say a silent prayer and mouth R.I.P.

 

My body looks up back at me expressionless and cold

I throw on more dirt like it was foretold

That I would be burying the dead and living anew

And starting a new path without you

 

My body remains still as I continue to bury it

Knowing that a part of me will no longer be cherished

More tears come as I realize what’s done

But continue to move for I must move on

 

As I pat down the last of the dirt

The skies clear up to wash away the hurt

The moon looks down and says, “Job well done”

I look back at the moon and ask, “Now may I come”

 

The moon just smiles and begins to fade

And the sun comes in to usher in a new day

I pick up my shovel and walk back down the road

Fatigue on my mind but new light in my soul.

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Social Ineptitude

What the hell does that mean, why title it that

Unfortunately it’s an epidemic, a virus in fact

That continues to spread and lay eggs where ever it goes

Only a conscious mind is considered its foe

 

We sit and we rot in front of the boob tube

Believing the hype that comes from the boob tube

We sit and we stare our minds hypnotized

Dreaming of things that shall never be realized

 

We’re prisoners of our mind but the gate’s neither closed nor locked

We are merely afraid to make that first step for fear of a drop

From stability to insecurity, from commonality to maturity

To stand out alone many find quite intimidating

 

Why must we be blind and deaf to our environment

When actions take place seeking our acknowledgement

Asking us to cry out due to social injustices

Only to be played down by the diversity of the Supreme Justices

 

In a blanket of snow there lies a few specks of dirt

That provides color for a sea of hurt

But like an invisible clock there lies and invisible ceiling

Capping the height to which one could be dreaming

 

We are zombies that have been modeled from prototypes

With slight upgrades to endure the new fight

We were taught what we need to know

And everything else that we do not know

 

Is used against us so we remain caged

In the prisons of our mind, hence once we have aged

Will pass on these false teachings to future generations

But I could be wrong, I’m just a Haitian.

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Goodbye

Our paths did cross and that journey we took

The scenic route along the whispering brook

We stopped to smell the roses bloom

And see the birds with colored plumes

 

Life hast not spoken a life so serene

To compare with this journey so it may seem

But to every beginning there comes an end

So I must say goodbye to you my friend

 

We gelled, we chilled, we’d hang out a lot

Remember when I’d play with your spot

But alas my friend these things must stop

For seasons change, that I can not stop

 

I can not say that I will see you later

Nor would it be right to hang around for a while

So… see you later alligator

You reply after a while crocodile

 

It’s best we part on amicable ways

Then to progress for more disappointing days

A new path such a delectable thought

To go back down the path a reason I have not

 

So I take my charge and I carry my satchel

With good tidings to the next castle

Bringing with me a cheerful smile

An open mind, and a heart without guile

 

We have come to this fork in the road

And the path I choose you can not go

Ask for guidance and for Him to order your steps

Calling to Him is your best bet

 

So with that said, I tilt my hat to you madam

I wish you all the good days I can fathom

To every dark cloud there is a silver lining

So wipe your tears my child and start climbing

 

You shall come to find what’s right for you

The feelings of blue will be gone from you

As we part and go our separate paths

We didn’t work out but our friendship can last

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Occifer Occifer

Occifer, occifer what did I do
I no go fast and dat is de truth
I good citizen I try to be good
I have 3 kids and live in bad neighborhood

Place your hands on the wheel sir where I can see them
I know your kind and I know my reason
License and registration please and do it real slow
You were doing 55 in a 54

Yes sir I give you de papers you ask
but I want no trouble thats not too much to ask
I pay my taxes and I obey the law
If it was 54 then de sign I must not have saw

Just hand me the papers and don't you move
I will be back and we'll see what we'll do
If you claim to be what you say you are
You should have no problems so let me go back to my car

De minutes tick by and sweat fill my face
I remember de movies of police filled with hate
for people like me then bad things happen
I remember one movie when they beat him then shot him

I say quick prayer as I think of my kids
my wife and de dreams of dem going to college
Tears start flowing and now I am scared
de man has been gone too long I can see him stare

Oh my God another car pull up
then two then three now even a truck
they all around me and watching me close
then a voice in my head screams, YOU ARE TOAST!!!

then all of a sudden the man says step out de car
I ask him what for he says GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!
I say to myself I will not die here
and step out de car trying to hide my fear

De other police jump out and aim their guns
My hands in the air, guns have I none
De police come to me with gun pulled out
UP AGAINST THE CAR he screams and he shouts

I tense my body as I turn around
my ears cry out at the sound of the round
immediately I fall to the ground gasping and wheezing
de police come over to see if I'm breathing

they hit me with sticks and then start to kick me
they tie my hands up and continue with beating
they take off my clothes in de cold night air
then de tie me to de truck cause I don't belong here

They hop in de truck and start to drive
my back on de ground they skin me alive
then they stop and take one last look
they untie me and take me off the hook

I'm thrown in de bushes while de rest of them laugh
I just thank God de torture did not last
I look at de police as he lights up his cush
and ask why he beat me and he said...
...
..
JUST THANK BUSH.

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Holy Matrimony

It wasn’t easy to reach this moment
To establish a journey with you and me on it
But as I stand here by your side
I wouldn’t trade anything to take this ride

We have seen it all and have struggled a bit
We even came to times where we wanted none of it
But we persevered and we stuck it through
And now on this alter before all of you

I proclaim my love to my precious dear
Whom I shall cherish year after year
When hair turns grey like the cloudy skies
And turmoil builds because of the lies

I will stand tall and place my queen on her throne
I will not leave, never to be left alone
The king is present and his present to you
 Is undying commitment for him to stay true

Rain showers come as I see you march down
Never a happier moment when I put on your crown
And say that you are the queen of all queens
The love of my life, I, the king of all kings

Behind every man there is a woman
But my lady is beside me and she keeps me going
She provides counsel in times of confusion
We worship and praise, the blessings of God no losing

No line has been uttered to display my true feelings
Before you and God my love I am kneeling
Claiming to be forever your servant
Your protector, your lover, your husband un-swerving

My title has been given and my duties are clear
When you speak to me your words I will hear
And remember those words and bring to the light
All of the darkness that may cause you fright

I know the tears in your eyes are that of joy
And I kiss each one with my own pride and joy
To have met and wed the one God placed for me
Place your hands in mine and let us walk gracefully

For we have proven good still abounds
In a land of evil running rampant through towns
I ask you to love me as I will love you
This holy matrimony between me and you

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This Is Why I Keep To Myself

This is why I keep to myself
Cause if I didn’t
Life would be finished
And all would see and be all up in it

So at times I do regret it
But don’t ban me ‘cause you can’t stand it
Nor do you try to understand it
I love my life it’s not for granted

That I choose to be a loner
Instead of on the scene a goner
Minding mine and tilling my ground
Until the treasure I have found

I speak the truth and I keep it raw
A soul so young you never saw
To develop the mind of ripe old age
From the beginning of my days

You do not like me and I am somewhat content
You reject me but Bishop is heaven sent
In His kingdom call me resident
For I am king and not a peasant

My cold eyes you try to avoid
A mask you think to a heart devoid
Of human emotion and of compassion
Until you decide to come a-asking

And then you come to see that me
The one you never thought to see
Could be the one to keep you right
And place you up upon the tree

As deluges begin to fall
And flood the earth of all that crawls
And now you think to never stall
And judge a man who stands tall

This is why I keep to myself
This is why I lean on Him and myself
Not to say you are unworthy
But trust a trait I don’t take flirting

I came into your presence humble
You looked me in the eye and mumbled
Do I know you? For surely I don’t
That reaction is something not want

I try to open and extend a greeting
But you leave me with looks and feelings quite fleeting
So now I feel it was a mistake
For me to enter and try to undertake

This mission of find people like minded
When in the end they feel quite binded
So I took the tape and I rewinded
To the moment that I decided

To say hello, to shake your hand
To hug your person and say God bless
And ask myself why go through this
You are an outcast for you know this

This is why I keep to myself…

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Superficial

Eloquence of speech does not garner satisfaction
being verbose, at most, only proves to show ones higher learning
but to have a higher yearning for something thats burning
inside with a rage that cant be circumvented
its unrelenting
the way at which it eats and devours your soul
vanity... the devil's favorite sin
vanity is in
says he
so they buy up all the shiny things
and flaunt their belongings
puffing their chests like a rooster
but speaking out like a weakling
Superficial they say
but i like nice things says he
I have a PHD and I earned everything
so allow me to dwell in my things...
You may be able to swoon the masses
with words so beautiful that it amasses
and wells up a feeling so profound
that even the meanest tigers of Africa are soothed by your words
but without zeal and works your words
are as empty as your home and your heart
Wordly possessions come and go
the number of lovers is not flattering
its degrading
engraving in you a mark
that's hard to wash off
hard to lose
hard to leave
hard to breathe
choking out your last breath
until the stars become black spots 
and the vision becomes blurry 
but surely you were warned by mother
when you were a child that vanity would do you no good
poor thing... now you are alone
gone
sad
lost
depressed
repressed
and at the end of the road
when you feel that all is gone and you are done
He comes and no longer are you alone
extending a hand for you to take
a decision for you to make
to quit
get up and stand
and then start your journey anew
with the mindset of humility and candidness
denouncing supercilious matters
annoncing the new message, the new gospel
in the new temple...
not adorned with priceless jewels and rubies
but rather lambskin with simplicity 
its merely that which cures superficiality

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Can'T Win Them All

The day goes on and I encounter more
Feelings, a hurricane of emotions
Quaking through this vessel
Threatening to toss over in the winds
Capsize in a sea of invalids
Negating my validity, testing my fidelity
But truthfully
I can not always put a smile on your face
Nor can you put one on mine
Feel free to try
Suspicions lure as more trips are taken
Talks are talked and walks are walked
Beneath your exuberance lies a bubbling
Of insecurity I’m not mistaken 
For it is seen many times over
The façade of the strong willed
When broken down and torn apart
The innards apparent
For you are ill
I call to you and you play me down
Turn your head and shun me off
Why?
We are all made different so what is it
That abides in me that makes you veer
Away from me even in times of glee
Your eyes have caused you to witness pain
Deceit and lies in all the rain
From that point on should one take that step
You look down your nose
Peer at them from head to toe
Turn your head and off you go
Never to be heard nor seen again
All I wanted was to be a friend
But because you pre-judged me
The thing you needed you lost in me
‘Til maybe one day might be brought out
A fisher of men amongst the drought
‘twasn’t meant for all to achieve
But in the end we must all believe
That the goodness shall shine through
Can’t win them all but 
One at a time I will leave a mark
Little at first, something small
A seed is planted and it takes root
But my sadness has shown
My spirit is true
Plagued and burdened every aching day
Of something different 
Something magnificent
Respect a privilege
A privilege to respect
But yet
Everyone requires to be respected
But none has paid that price, neglected 
That it is to attain that level
But upon the precipice shall I finally find
Rejuvenation
During the death of a nation
I tried to save them, I tried to love them
I really wanted to see better of them
But now I cry as I lament
And sing my songs of sacrament
Until one day, the breath of life is stripped from me
My despair… can’t you see???