Be careful out there
I don’t do too many of these, but it seems that the main stream media is on to the new one. But I still want everyone to Be careful out there. Because even if the main stream media is on something else, these cops aren’t. They are still doing what they were doing, and they are still doing it with impunity. When will we realize that these so called “protectors” are part of a system. Or rather they are the hands of the system that hates you. So when I say Be careful out there, Im talking about when you go for a drive. When you get pulled over, when they approach you for being black. When they show you that they supposedly have more “power” than you. When they try to strip you off what makes you, you. When they just let their hate shine through, and they just want to beat every ounce of dignity from you. I just want you to Be careful out there.
Police Brutality is real!
The thing I crave is that you come home and be safe. I’m tired of seeing all these hashtags, but what I’m even more tired of, is the names I see when I research this. I hate the documents I see when I google police injustice. And what scares me most is when you read the transcripts of what the COPS say happened. You also have these judges and politicians making these documents where they specifically target black males, and yet we stand here waiting for them to change. What do you think happened to all those racists when slavery was so called abolished. Do you think they just went into a cave and died down? No, they went into positions to ensure that even if we were free, we would still be “beneath” them. And the police … yes the police is the pinnacle of that in my opinion. But that’s just my opinion though.
All Ill Ever Ask
All Ill Ever Ask is the last poem in the series of poems based on a song. This one is based on the song by Freddie Jackson – All Ill Ever Ask. Yup they have the same name, I know its such a coincidence right? All Ill Ever Ask is extra special because its double inspiration in a way. Sometimes you meet someone that inspires you in a certain way. And then you want to see what inspires them, and see how they got to be where they are. And that person said that this song had a special meaning. So I had to go in and construct a piece based on All Ill Ever Ask. Its more of a thank you than anything else.
Now I have noticed that I love me some love songs. Because with this series of poems based on songs I love, Ive been writing me a bunch of poems about love and heartbreak. Which is pretty interesting, but seems pretty logical as well. Because at the end of the day, I love me some love. Im what you may call a hopeless romantic that ruins it by being too logical. But my intentions are always pure even if they get twisted into something else due to logic.
Now this was one heck of a fun piece to write. Because it was just a man promising the person he loves that he will be there for them. That he will care for them, he will enjoy them, adore them and just hold them in their hearts. Now I know these words are easy to say, but this is a promise. Meaning that the intent to follow up on them is real. And that is what I want to believe in, that someone can promise something as beautiful as this and actually mean it. And actually do it. But themselves aside, drop their ego, lower their guard and just be open and real and just love someone without conditions.
The only change they respect
I am tired of this whole dignified suffering
We’re the only fools who can get raped, lynched and remain trusting
They have these grand tales of revolution and goal orientated destruction
While we have discussions and peaceful presentations of our opinion
Don’t we deserve a revolution?
They want to keep us in a state of constant confusion
Dazed from empty promises made by corrupt politicians
There might just be only one solution
And that might just be letting go of all superstitions
There is no one, and I mean no one, who is going to help us
For every leader we appoint they have a bullet to take him down
For every positive movement we create they have propaganda to take it down
We need something for us, by us without listening to the media
Tired of them distorting the truth out of fear for possible hysteria
And I’m disgusted by these coons dubbed black leaders who do nothing but pacify us
Tell us our rage is justified and they are indeed out to get us
But we need to stay calm and abide law
Skipping past the whole fact this whole system is flawed
How can you fight for justice in a system out to destroy you
How can you follow a law written by the people who oppress you
And how valid is a law if those appointed to enforce it don’t follow it
And exactly at what point do we say this is bullshit
And here is the thing, we’ve said it so many times and yet we still stay
We keep fighting their bullshit every damn day, and yet we still stay
Under the pretence that it’s the best place to be
And your decision slash information is based on what exactly
The news they give you, the images they show you, the stories they tell you
And you, you think all of it is true, because why would they lie to you
What would they gain from manipulating your reality
And you’re probably looking for a more introspective answer than money
Power, greed, fear
They placed so many hurdles for us to clear its impossible, so why keep going
Im not saying give up, Im just saying accept it will never happen
Let it go, let it go
They excluded us from the history accepted by the world
Twisted our image to such a degree our skin is a bad word
Never changed their ways simply got better at hiding them
And while we were gracefully suffering they were mastering the art of enslaving them
Throwing us scraps while preparing a feast of undefined proportions
And we sit here acting as if these were valid portions
Ever since Willie Lynch started his theory
The masters became experts in defining our reality
And we as the fools we are, played right into their hands
Let one uncle tom reach a position of empty power and we figure we all can
Keep our pockets empty but our hearts filled with faith
And tell us that the thing that could save us is a thing of hate
Our fancy words wont break their walls
Our pleas for help won’t make their empire fall
If we wish to change it all, we can no longer stall
The only change they respect is currency based
Or justified violence they can call misplaced
But we need to do something more than wait
Because soon, very soon it will all be too late
I was asked to perform a piece through Skype and I decided to write something inspired by recent events. That is how I came up with “The only change they respect”. Because I seriously feel that the powers that be will only respect one thing. And The only change they respect is money, or changes based on currency. Because simple marches are like hippies having festivals. Its a nice vibe and all, but the actual effect on policies and whatnot are limited to none. So The only change they respect is based on how it will hurt their pockets.
6 Months 8 Days 12 Hours
What if its been 6 Months 8 Days 12 Hours since you’ve been alone. Where would you look, and how would you feel. Because I get rather frustrated with missing someone. It doesnt happen a lot, but it does happen from time to time. And when it happens, Im what you may call lovesick and extremely irritated. Because missing someone means you want to be with them, but the situation prevents you from doing so. And since Im a firm believer in creating my own destiny and situation, its my own fault I am missing someone. So picture yourself missing someone, and hating the fact that you are feeling that way. Its at times like that, that you tend to count the seconds. That you tend to count the days. Love can drive you crazy and keep you sane at the same time. Love can make you count the seconds and get mad at the fact they are moving so fast.
By now I am certain that you have figured out that this is based on the song by Brian McKnight – 6 Months 8 Days 12 Hours. I loved this song so much, I just had to create a piece that was inspired by it. I had to create something that would reflect how I would react if I were in that exact same situation. And by all accounts, I would have been pissed off. This is another one in my love song poetry series. There will be more videos to come but this one is a little personal as well. So that rage you are seeing in this video, is pretty darn real.
But the situation itself … the counting of the seconds. I honestly hope I never experience the urge to do that. I know that love has made me do some dumb stuff. And I know that love has put some cracks in my heart that even time cant heal. But luckily I have never been at this point.
Im still me
Yes, this is my latest one and I dubbed it “Im still me”. The reason for this title is because this whole poem was inspired by an old poem of mine. Its one of my old favorites and it was so fun listening to some of my old work, it inspired some new work to be born. Now let’s get to the point of Im still me. It means that I am still a writer, and Im still a poet. These two things will never change, regardless of what I might go through. And I will forever be excited by the same things, I will forever get happy from the same things, because no matter how the world touches me, Im still me. I try to hold on to that core inside of me, because I feel like, I am losing crucial parts of what I am or who I used to be. So I need to make sure that at the very core of my being, I can at least say “Im still me”.
Given, I am not as dark as I used to be. Im not as morbid as I used to be. Heck Im not even as sadistic as I used to be. But I still have that darkness inside of me. The issue with my darkness now, is that I have used it for so many of my stories that I kind of dont want to reuse it. And thus my writing has morphed into something that is a little strange to me as well. But I love it, because at the end of the day I am still one crazy son of a bitch. And I am still saving my darkness to let it explode in some other ways. No matter what life might throw at me, no matter what my future will hold, I will forever keep my humor. I will forever try to stay positive and keep it moving forward.
Are you still in love with me?
Some relationships are based on trust, some on mistrust. Some are based on love and some are just based on comfort. But either way you tend to grow accustomed to the person you’re with. And sometimes you take them for granted, because you feel like they belong there. But its at those moments that people tend to think that something new might be better. “Are you still in love with me?” is the question you ask when you feel like they are moving on while still being with you.
That is when you have to make a decision. Do you fight for the relationship or do you let it go. But letting go is easier said than done, because emotions become tangled up pretty easy and run pretty deep if you let them. And the longer the two of you stay together, the more you go through. The more you go through, the deeper your bonds will be. But the past isn’t always strong enough to make sure the glue of the future holds. And old promises made by a new face can be enticing.
Some people people just tend to fall in love all too easy. Even if they are currently in love, they can jump into another love pit. And that is when they fall out of love with the old one. I just wanted to make a piece that shows that. I wanted to write a piece that shows how painful it is to lose someone. And not just lose someone but slowly lose them. Feel them slip through your fingers as they take their love with them. And the only thing you’re left with is the pain and memories of what you two were.
Keith Washington – Are you still in love with me
This poem is based on the song Keith Washington – Are you still in love with me. I love that song, and I sing along with it every damn time. So I wanted to use all that passion I use to sing along and put it into some writing. And this is what came out of it. I am planning on making this a series, because I have way to many songs I love and sing along to. I need to make them mine!
I fucking hate cockroaches!
This isnt a poem, this is me telling you I fucking hate cockroaches! There is no subtle hint behind this, there is no double meaning or slick metaphor, its just me saying I fucking hate cockroaches! Now if your house has even been attacked by these monsters, you will understand my feelings and you will have said it as well. Because “I fucking hate cockroaches!” is a sentiment that most NORMAL people can relate to. The big issue I have is that every damn summer these vile beings find their way back into my home. And with them goes every sense of safety I could feel at home. Whenever I open my door to come home, I check the whole damn hallway to make sure its safe. I am scared to walk into my own home. I fucking hate cockroaches! for doing this to me. I fucking hate cockroaches! for ruining my stay in Japan. I’m fighting every urge Ive got to not just smoke bomb my home. Every time I turn a corner I have to check, everytime I open my waste bin I have to check, everytime I make food, I have to check. This is a bad way to live life. I fucking hate cockroaches!
Now, sometimes I try to make a poem that everyone can relate to, but this time its all about me. I just needed to vent, I just needed to do something to show me how bad Im feeling. I needed to record this moment in time, so that when I look back on it, I can be like HEY I dont have that problem anymore. And for some reason, whenever I tell people that Ive got these monsters, they respond with “clean up”. My response to their response is always FUCK YOU. Because Im messy, and that means that clothes are everywhere. But food is always in the trash or in the fridge. Its never out and about to smell up my place. Im not dirty. Man, I fucking hate cockroaches! So take this as you will. This might just be me as emotional as I can get.
Can you help me to get to settle down?
So I am not afraid to admit that I have been trying to settle down for awhile now. But for some reason, it doesnt seem possible for me. And that is when you have to ask for help, and the way I ask for help is very simple. “Can you help me to get to settle down?” I am asking for help here, because for some reason I keep getting lost and I have been walking for quite a bit. The great thing about asking someone is that they might just be able to help you get where you need to go. And you have to keep in mind that I hate asking for directions. But “Can you help me to get to settle down?” is more than just asking, it’s REALLY asking.
So yeah, this whole piece was me thinking about what it would be like if Settling Down was a place. And with it being a place, there will be a map. And if there are maps then there will be apps to help you get there. But what if there were flaws in your map, or you got sidetracked as you were walking to get there. And you know that EVERYONE would want to get to Settle Down. And you know that since Settle Down would bring in a LOT of girls, there would be a bunch of ass wipes trying to hussle those girls. And there I would be, trying to get to settle down with the right person. And have me a good time, heck might even try to move into Settle Down. It would most DEFINITIVELY be the most expensive part of town, but I believe it would be worth it. And that is why, “Can you help me to get to settle down?” is the motto for this one. Because I want to settle down, and get off this damn Slut street on the corner of Single Ave. But its hard people, its hard.
How many people have you slept with?
So How many people have you slept with? For some reason this question is asked in almost every relationship. How many people have you slept with? Is like a milestone you have to cross to get into the next level of being together. But How many people have you slept with? is a dangerous question. Because How many people have you slept with? Is a question that is capable of changing the entire relationship. Because the answer to this question, is one that shows how you were in the past and perhaps might still be. And if you exceed what your partner calls a “good” number, you will change in their eyes. Because love has certain requirements and stipulations that are pretty fragile. But to be fair, often times that isn’t love, its just a very strong LIKE.
So the next time you ask someone “How many people have you slept with?” keep in mind that you are asking about their past. You are asking who they were, you are looking into what made them who they are. The beautiful thing about that, is that it allows you a glimpse of how much they have changed. If you can simply look past the initial number, you can appreciate who they are with a lot more conviction. But if you arent able to look past the number. If you arent able to get past their past, then please … please don’t ask “How many people have you slept with?”. The most dangerous thing would have to be the aspect of comparisons. Because a lot of people tend to use their own lives to judge someone else’s. Which is bad by itself, but when you do it with things like sex or sheer willingness to live, you can get some bad results. So if you do decide to ask “How many people have you slept with?” keep an open mind. Dont judge, just be happy that it made them who they are right now.
Im a little different
You have to understand that I have these voices in my head like I told you before. And this kind of places me in a weird spot called “Im a little different”. And the best thing is I like the fact that Im a little different. Because due to the fact that Im a little different I tend to see the world in a different way. I tend to laugh at my pain, because without a sense of humor the world would truly be one dark place. And my pain is no exception. So I make light of almost everything because if I didnt, I would go crazy from it all. And that is what Im a little different means. It means that I dont want to be like everyone else. I dont want to fit in. I dont want to live an ordinary life, I dont want to disappear in obscurity. Im a little different I want to be proud of what I have done. Im a little different, because I want to look back and say that I have done enough. And not waste my time thinking about what could have been.
I write to show you that Im a little different. I write to tell me its OK that Im a little different. I perform to show the world that its a good thing if you have to say “Im a little different”. The darkness can be a lonely place if you arent at peace with who you are. And the first step of peace is understanding. So I feel that you need to understand who you are, and what you want. And I know both of these, so its absolutely fine for me to say Im a little different. Im still trying to give you guys a vid a week, and this one is a part of that. I have the next 3 videos lined up and Im working on getting them out for you guys. If you have any feedback or just want to say something, feel free to do so.