As I walked the path of beauty serene
I thanked the creator for what I'd seen
I thanked him for his awesome power love and tenderness
Approval came by way of a black tailed bird with yellow across his chest
Sunday, June 21, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Africa
Celestial lights shine brightly there
A child reaches out to touch the stars
This child could not prevent the raping of a continent
filling it’s natural landscape with urbanization
proud of his ancestors for preserving his home
he plays there unencumbered by steel and concrete
A child reaches out to touch the stars
This child could not prevent the raping of a continent
filling it’s natural landscape with urbanization
proud of his ancestors for preserving his home
he plays there unencumbered by steel and concrete
You have found a new friend
One in whom you can depend. A friend
that’s good to you. A friend
that’s tried and true. A friend
that’s true blue. A friend
through and through.
can your friend be my friend too?
One in whom you can depend. A friend
that’s good to you. A friend
that’s tried and true. A friend
that’s true blue. A friend
through and through.
can your friend be my friend too?
Sunday, June 14, 2009
Saturday, June 13, 2009
The Underground Railroad
On average every month someone commits suicide jumping in front of the Chicago EL train yet it doesn't make the news. There is a point where the train travels under ground and for some reason this section of track is chosen for the jumping off point. The Underground Railroad is dedicated to them.
Harriet Tubman would not be proud to see this railroad underground.
This time escaping bodies are being found.
They made it past slavery to man but not to a system.
Stories never told nobody misses them.
The senses are overwhelmed by the putrid smell.
When life ends it's a self execution.
But certainly not retribution.
The monthly quota is adding up.
For a people who feel they don't amount to much.
The underground railroad goes clikety clack.
The underground railroad goes clikety clack clikety clack.
CLUMP! CLUMP!
Harriet Tubman would not be proud to see this railroad underground.
This time escaping bodies are being found.
They made it past slavery to man but not to a system.
Stories never told nobody misses them.
The senses are overwhelmed by the putrid smell.
When life ends it's a self execution.
But certainly not retribution.
The monthly quota is adding up.
For a people who feel they don't amount to much.
The underground railroad goes clikety clack.
The underground railroad goes clikety clack clikety clack.
CLUMP! CLUMP!
Thursday, June 11, 2009
RX
Awakened this morning to a rush of clear fresh air
The mood was a heightened freedom from care
Just checking the weather a simple task, not much to ask
Instead I was bombarded with a medical revolution
For every imagined ache there was a point on solution
The symptoms they gave hmm that could be me
Unbelievable a medical evaluation right here on TV
Changing the channel, didn't want to accept my fate
yet here another diagnosis, quick turn before it's too late
How could I be so sickly, weakened, and feeble
Only yesterday I was running with the wind in my sails
In just 24 hours I'm feeling old and frail?
Surely they can't be serious about the side effects
Not a gamble I'm willing to take on that you can bet
Awakened this morning to a rush of clear fresh air
advertising to the world I'm Laissez-faire
Caveot emptor let the buyer beware
The mood was a heightened freedom from care
Just checking the weather a simple task, not much to ask
Instead I was bombarded with a medical revolution
For every imagined ache there was a point on solution
The symptoms they gave hmm that could be me
Unbelievable a medical evaluation right here on TV
Changing the channel, didn't want to accept my fate
yet here another diagnosis, quick turn before it's too late
How could I be so sickly, weakened, and feeble
Only yesterday I was running with the wind in my sails
In just 24 hours I'm feeling old and frail?
Surely they can't be serious about the side effects
Not a gamble I'm willing to take on that you can bet
Awakened this morning to a rush of clear fresh air
advertising to the world I'm Laissez-faire
Caveot emptor let the buyer beware
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Who Really Cares?
sweep it under a rug
rivers rising
congregate veiled faces
oceans warming
soften all fears with promises broken
ice caps melting
delay the day of reckoning
temperatures rising
bubbling
boiling
exploding
rivers rising
congregate veiled faces
oceans warming
soften all fears with promises broken
ice caps melting
delay the day of reckoning
temperatures rising
bubbling
boiling
exploding
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
What Price Glory
Men and women seeking fame, ideas and ideals in tow.
Promises made to remain the same no matter where you go.
If only you knew the power behind the appeal for your soul.
Men and women seeking fame carrying only your talent and name.
Promises made to remain the same.
Subtlety against sobriety, subtlety against sobriety.
If only you knew the power behind the appeal for your soul.
Confidence without defense you're slowly losing your goal.
Talent elevates
Everyone congratulates
Ideals start to abate.
Subtlety against sobriety
excuses you would never use
excuses you now abuse.
Men and women seeking fame ideas and ideals in tow.
We're pulling for you, if only you knew the power
behind the appeal for your soul.
Promises made to remain the same no matter where you go.
If only you knew the power behind the appeal for your soul.
Men and women seeking fame carrying only your talent and name.
Promises made to remain the same.
Subtlety against sobriety, subtlety against sobriety.
If only you knew the power behind the appeal for your soul.
Confidence without defense you're slowly losing your goal.
Talent elevates
Everyone congratulates
Ideals start to abate.
Subtlety against sobriety
excuses you would never use
excuses you now abuse.
Men and women seeking fame ideas and ideals in tow.
We're pulling for you, if only you knew the power
behind the appeal for your soul.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Stacey She is a Queen
Stacey she is a Queen
She makes the scenery pleasant to the eye
young talented and beautiful, heads turning as she walks by
The Queen is in her royal court, somewhere in the UK I believe
She likes to laugh at my corny jokes guess that makes me her court jester
I'd prefer to laugh with her but out of my league I dare not test her
No she is better suited for a King also young talented and handsome
One will come along if he has any sense and parade her down piccadilly circus
She will smile her pretty smile and not look back on the jester she once knew
She makes the scenery pleasant to the eye
young talented and beautiful, heads turning as she walks by
The Queen is in her royal court, somewhere in the UK I believe
She likes to laugh at my corny jokes guess that makes me her court jester
I'd prefer to laugh with her but out of my league I dare not test her
No she is better suited for a King also young talented and handsome
One will come along if he has any sense and parade her down piccadilly circus
She will smile her pretty smile and not look back on the jester she once knew
Questions?????
Does a soul brother have sole rights to being a soul man?
Intuitively speaking why is it only a woman's intuition?
In whose mind is it only in your mind?
Is it possible to have a national humble day?
Why does all's well have to end?
Why pity the man lying in a coma when you only use five percent of your brain?
feel free to post your questions
Intuitively speaking why is it only a woman's intuition?
In whose mind is it only in your mind?
Is it possible to have a national humble day?
Why does all's well have to end?
Why pity the man lying in a coma when you only use five percent of your brain?
feel free to post your questions
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
THE PRESSURE COOKER
He killed several people in a haze of bullets, what was his reason, the note doesn’t say.
Miles away she shot two classmates on the very same day.
Another campus shooter takes out a crowd in a shooting spree.
Just moments earlier all in class were expressing glee.
Strangers far away from the scene
putting thoughts together what does it all mean?
Not directly effected they are merely an onlooker,
stressing just the same in this pressure cooker.
Tornado devastation in the Midwest someone’s turning up the heat.
Daytime television dials up a degree old crime stories displaying bloody bed sheets.
National news headline stories from your own neighborhood faces you recognize.
The pressure cooker is closing in on our personal lives.
Put a frog in a boiling pot and he’ll jump right out,
but slowly turn up the heat and hear the whistle blow as steam releases from the spout.
Miles away she shot two classmates on the very same day.
Another campus shooter takes out a crowd in a shooting spree.
Just moments earlier all in class were expressing glee.
Strangers far away from the scene
putting thoughts together what does it all mean?
Not directly effected they are merely an onlooker,
stressing just the same in this pressure cooker.
Tornado devastation in the Midwest someone’s turning up the heat.
Daytime television dials up a degree old crime stories displaying bloody bed sheets.
National news headline stories from your own neighborhood faces you recognize.
The pressure cooker is closing in on our personal lives.
Put a frog in a boiling pot and he’ll jump right out,
but slowly turn up the heat and hear the whistle blow as steam releases from the spout.
Freedom
Free tonight, I’m going to be free tonight from my fathers growl my mothers scowl.
I feel it coming on the wind blowing softly yet powerfully against my cheek
it’s taking away the weak.
Getting away from destiny’s child I’m moving on with a wild crowd
I know it makes little sense leaving a warm sweater in the corner holding memories
out in the wind with ones I hardly know, but they are free and I am free
gaining power by the moon’s beam the stars gleam it’s a clear night and everything
feels right.
I feel it coming on the wind blowing softly yet powerfully against my cheek
it’s taking away the weak.
Getting away from destiny’s child I’m moving on with a wild crowd
I know it makes little sense leaving a warm sweater in the corner holding memories
out in the wind with ones I hardly know, but they are free and I am free
gaining power by the moon’s beam the stars gleam it’s a clear night and everything
feels right.
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