Archive for March, 2010

In My Mind

Posted: March 29, 2010 in March Madness Poetry Month, New Poetry, Poetry

In my mind

Shes ageless

She transcends time

I found my voice in her and she speaks through mine

She inspires my most creative lines and lives in my rhymes

My fountain pen flows like blood from a broken nose

When her anecdotes inspire my prose

In my mind

She walks on a solo path

A single track to join me on my throne

A journey of her choosing, not a mindless drone

Shes independent, quick witted

And shes got her own

Her escapades through my minds enclaves

Have my brains circuits overblown

Her final goal, to make my side her final home

In my mind

A cornucopia of thoughts become present

When she takes one step into my presence

One look into her eyes and its like a divine present

This could quickly turn into an addiction if I let it

Addicted to her smile

Her eyes

Her hips

Her lips

Its as if there a spell on me

Its grasp I cant escape

I set up my defenses

But soon find its too late

Though in the clutches of her beauty

I willingly accept my fate

In my mind

Shes finer than fine

Hotter than a dime

I have to make her mine and I can waste no time

No need to travel the globe

I know another like her I will never find

Ever moving forward, but never leaving her behind

Single handedly conquer the world, yet she must be by my side

Love so devine

Giving me something I can feel, something so real

Yet its only in my mind


Moscow Suicide Bombings

Posted: March 29, 2010 in General, News Stories

This is a link to a New York Times article. In Moscow this morning there was a suicide bombing. Two women detonated bombs on two separate trains killing 35 or more people.  The count right now is 35.

This stuck out to me for two reasons. First, Talib Kweli, my favorite rapper, was in Moscow this weekend doing  a show. Seeing that headline definitely made me wonder if he was anywhere near it. He said (via twitter) that the night before he was yards away from the bomb site in a club performing. Once I saw that he was tweeting however, the fear subsided.

The other reason it stuck out to me however, was because its somewhat of a comment on the current state of affairs in the world. The violence that occurs on a daily basis in other places. We talk about how dangerous certain US cities are, but to be completely honest we are more safe here than we would be in nearly any other country in the world.

To me, its important because relatively soon, I’m going to be a commissioned Army Officer, and my job is going to be to try and maintain order and keep peace, as well as ensure safety of other soldiers around the world, and knowing that things like this occur on a daily basis really makes me think about how dangerous the world is. How much we really have to worry about once we step outside the comfort and safety of our homes and the places where we feel safe.

This is just something I wanted to point out, bring to the attention of people who may not know. Later today it will be back to poetry.

Be Blessed

Now Playing: Talib Kweli – The Proud


Posted: March 26, 2010 in March Madness Poetry Month, New Poetry, Poetry

I hear you

In my mind I see you

The images you depict set my mind on fire

The picture frames you create in my brain burn with a different kind of fire

Its not just desire its a need

There’s a craving you’re creating that only you can feed

Flowing through me from my clenched rigid fingers down to my shaking bent knees

The seeds you planted have grown like weeds

Into trees

Bearing passion fruit which is the fruit of my passion for you

And to devour it from stem to core is exactly what I wanna do

Think it untrue you may that I would willingly confess such

Sensuous and lustful deeds

But the truth in my words is more real the red in the blood I bleed


All the things I wanna do shouldn’t be mentioned in casual conversation

So ill put it gently and say

I want us to gently have an endocrine to endocrine confrontation

Indoctrination may occur somewhere between the first and final touch

And before we part you will agree that all of me is never too much

Feel the rush

Grab the handrails and hold on

While our heartbeats together turn into the rhythm of our new favorite song

You were wrong if you thought this feeling would just pass you by

Like you are to me on the backs of your eyelids is where my face now resides

An eternal  etching into your brain am I now inscribed

Written into the language your heart speaks my name now transcribed

Translating  your body language like hieroglyphics from an ancient Egyptian

And delivering that feel good medicine like im your prescription

Over and over again like a new found addiction

Til I know every curve of your body like a repeating premonition

No need for contemplation or extra consideration

No room for more persuasion its time for consummation

Knowing the value of this prize I will take no consolation

While I hear well your description its time for demonstration

To Love. To Write. To Live. To Dream

I love what I do and what I do cannot be easily or readily explained.

Not only does it feed my brain

It flows through my veins

Keeps my heart beating and takes away my pain

And when the nighttime sleep creeps about me

My love whispers in my ear ‘Do you dream about me’

A love affair I continue with conviction

Like a cocaine addiction

And despite disastrous predictions

I refuse to change my position

Because I love. To write and I write to live and im living in a dream

Writing about what it all really means

I mean

When I dream I dream in different color inks

In blue college ruled lines

With three holes left justified

I dream that I bleed prepositional phrases and rhymes

And if I ever tried to stop the flow I couldn’t stay alive

And through it all

I fall in love with that that pushes others aside

Because writing is my first and last love

And to her sensuous calls deep into the night I will always abide

Other lovers with their limited vision

Though understand they try

Cannot appreciate my need to constantly feed the beast that lives inside

The creative monster which grows and flows

As each second passes by

And jealously diverts my mind from keeping the tears from their eyes

In a split second decision

While seeing through clouded vision

I must keep her heart and my art from a

Fatal collision

It’s a choice I don’t think I can decide

I want them both to live but know like the terminator

No part of either can concurrently stay alive

To end my life and deny my drive

Or to fate us to never be a part of each others lives


Hidden beneath the depths of my words and lines

There is a balance to be struck between them

Even if only for a time

You Need a Man, I Need a Muse

Posted: March 21, 2010 in New Poetry, Poetry

Got a  lil bit of inspiration in the middle of the week. This is not part of the regular “March Madness Poetry Month” schedule, this is a bonus. I’m making this a blog exclusive, so for all you faithful readers you get a nice little treat. Enjoy


You need a man

I need a muse

You need someone giving you more than just pillow talk

I’m talking breakfast


And dinner talk

You need someone who can give you that long stroke

But also wants to take you on long walks

Have those long talks

While taking long looks into your honey brown eyes

Someone who you can share more than just passion and sweat with as the stars fade into the sunrise

You need a man

I need a muse

I need someone to dedicate my rhymes to

When asked if inspired by someone special

I need to be able to mention you

When my pen goes renegade in an attempt to serenade the creative sections of your brain im gonna need someone to blame

You need a man

I need a muse

You don’t need a man to tell you what to do but

I need a muse so feel free to inspire me in any way you choose

You need a man

I need a muse

You need a man to give you a listening ear

Someone to look into your crying eyes and kiss away your tears

Someone to put on that suit of armor and chase away your fears

You need a man

I need a muse

Helen of Troy need not apply

Forgive me Hera if I shun your divine eye

You need not be Persephone or Aphrodite to inspire rhymes within me

I don’t need demigods or nymphs

My words are not concubines and my lines will not be pimped

You need a man

I need a muse

You need someone to take you out and show you off

Act hard around his boys til you come through and he go soft

Plan a night out til you change the plan and he call it off

You need a man

I need a muse

More would be nice but just one will do

I need a muse to inspire me like my last one used to

You need a man to get you addicted to those things you aint used to

I need a muse But someone I can spoil too

You need a man and someone you can call boo

You need a man

I need a muse

You need Someone who can beat it out the frame

Hit that long stroke so you can hit that long note and call out his name

I need a muse

Someone to soothe my thoughts and calm my brain

A place to focus my energy cuz she getting into me

Someone to take my mind off the pain

You need a man

I need a muse

Trying our best not to get our lines confused

But in the back of my mind I feel the two starting to fuse

Where You need a man

I need a muse

Turns into you need this man

And I need you

Cuz im that man

And You

You are my muse

The opposition to Negro education in the South was at first bitter, and showed itself in ashes, insult, and blood; for the South believed an educated Negro to be a dangerous Negro.

-W.E.B. DuBois, The Souls of Black Folk

I never read ‘The Souls of Black Folk’. I just started it this morning to be completely honest. This was one of the quotes which stuck out to me the most so far however. It especially sticks out to me because in the 9th grade (i think), I wrote a speech for a scholarship competition. I memorized and delivered the speech which follows and won the local and state competitions with it. It was what I thought about DuBois quote before ever actually hearing it. And rest assured, I did deliver this as a speech.

Mr. Director, Mrs. Directress, Honorable Judges, Ladies and Gentlemen.  I have chosen for my subject, ‘The Dangers of Educating a Black Man’.

Since its beginning, America has thrived on slave labor. Whether it was Native American, Mexican American, or African American slaves, a hallmark or all these years of oppression was the prohibition of educating the captives.

When America began, the first settlers had it in their minds that they were the epitome of knowledge, wealth and ambition.  When they met the Native Americans who were already there, they saw them as savages who needed to be civilized, modernized, and taught to live like Europeans.  This was even after the Native Americans showed them how to farm the land, hunt, fish, and helped them to survive the winter that all but wiped out the settlers.  The natives in return received diseases, liquor, guns, and forced labor among other things which would nearly wipe out their people and their culture.  The Native Americans did not do well as slaves however, because they were already educated.  They knew the environment, the land, and their surroundings better than their captors, and could easily escape.

The slave trade in Africa opened new doors for America however.  They were able to take strong, enduring men and women, and put them in a place where nothing was familiar to them.  These people were exposed to a new climate, new land, new people, food and customs.  To try to escape was to go into a place unexplored with unknown consequences and unforeseen dangers.  Not educating these slaves kept them where they were.

All it takes however is one, one man to break the chains of oppression, and share with others the joy found in liberation. The dominating society knew that.  For this reason, it was illegal to educate a slave, or teach a black man to read.  The wife of Hugh Auld, Fredrick Douglass’ master was reprimanded for attempting to teach him to read, and forbidden to continue.   In his autobiography, Douglass was able to sum up the fears of every white male who lived in his time.

“Just at this point of my progress, Mr. Auld found out what was going on, and at once forbade Mrs. Auld to instruct me further, telling her, among other things, this it was unlawful, as well as unsafe, to teach a slave to read.  To use his own words, further, he said, ‘If you give a nigger [black man] an inch, he will take an ell.  A nigger [black man] should know nothing but to obey his master — to do as he is told to do.  Learning would spoil the best nigger [black man] in the world. Now…if you teach that nigger [black man] …how to read, there would be no keeping him.  It would forever unfit him to be a slave.  He would at once become unmanageable, and of no value to his master…it would make him discontented and unhappy’…I now understood what had been to me a most perplexing difficulty — to wit, the white man’s power to enslave the black man… I now understood the path from slavery to freedom” (Douglass, 20).

They knew that knowledge was power.  And when Douglass did learn to read, their fears were confirmed.  He went out and tried to change the status quo.  He started to disrupt the smooth and easy flow that the affluent farmers and poor sharecroppers had gotten used to.  Though Mrs. Auld saw no harm in it, everyone else could see how dangerous it was to educate a black man.  To educate him was to arm him with the tools needed to ensure his survival, not as a laborer or a slave, but as a human being, and as a citizen.  To give him knowledge was, as Douglass said, to show him the pathway from slavery to freedom.

Now we fast-forward to September 23, 1957.  The integration of schools was met with resistance, riots, threats, and every imaginable attempt to stop the forward progress of America. The teenagers who would go down in history as the Little Rock Nine had to be escorted into school by soldiers.  There were white people who were so hell-bent on keeping the black man uneducated and un-learned that soldiers had to come in to keep the peace. Children in the south had to be escorted to school by national guardsmen.  An 11 year old little girl, trying to receive the education that was hers by right, couldn’t get into school because of the resistance to change.

Once again, we can see how dangerous society thought it was to let black men and women receive the same education as their white counterparts.  Simply letting black and white children learn in the same elementary and high schools was too much for them too bear, too dangerous for them to sit back and just ‘let pass’.  The men and women of the 1950’s saw as well how dangerous it was to educate a black man.

Now we fast-forward once again, to the present.  A few years ago, it was decided that the practice of the University of Michigan giving extra points to college applicants who were minorities was unacceptable.  Though the same amount of points would have been given for being an athlete, or having an alumnus as a relative, this practice was singled out and restricted.  Later this year, on November 7, voters will go to the polls to decide whether or not there will be an amendment to the Michigan constitution which will in essence make affirmative action practices illegal, and negate the program which has given so many opportunities for so long.  Throughout the years, efforts have been made again and again to give African Americans the opportunity to go out and educate themselves, and throughout the years, efforts have been made to take these opportunities away.  Even today, in the 21st century, efforts are still being made to keep the black man uneducated.

So what does it mean to become dangerous?  And how do we become a dangerous people?  To be dangerous means to have advantages over your opponent.  When fighting a war, the enemy is not dangerous when ill-prepared and unknowledgeable of his surroundings.  He is dangerous when his knowledge and artillery is superior to your own.  In this situation, it is when a people with a history such as our can see where they have come from, know where they need to go, and find the desire to achieve.

First however, we need to ask ourselves, why is the black man still uneducated?  If the white men could see in the 1800’s with Frederick Douglass why it was dangerous to educate black men, why in the 21st century can we not see it ourselves.  With access to the information super-highway, and in a world constantly growing smaller through connectivity, why is the black man not much better off today than he was as a slave?  The answer is the same as the question.  We do not see it yet.  We have been blinded by the plethora of opportunities that used to await us by doing only what we needed to get by.  In 1955, the American dream of a car, a family with two kids and a dog, living in a house with a white picket fence could be achieved with a factory job straight out of high school.  A job at ‘Generous Motors’ could take care of you for the rest of your life.

That mentality has tricked us.  We have gotten accustomed to such a lifestyle in an economy that is ever changing.  While everyone else was adapting, we were coasting.

Basically, we have forgotten where we came from.  We have forgotten what can happen when you educate a black man, and have taken our eyes off of the goal.  We can no longer see what will happen when you educate a black man.

When you educate a black man, he can lift up his community.  Educating him will lead him out of the city slums and ghettos and into offices and corporations.  Educating him will take him from being 50% of the prison population to being 50% of the executive population.  Educating the black man will teach him not to turn to drugs and crime, but to be a leader and a trailblazer.

When you educate a black man, it will educate others.  Educating a black man will open doors for diversity, for innovation, and for change.  Educating a black man will lead to more inventors like Lonnie G. Johnson, and Garret Morgan, more politicians like J.C. Watts, and Barrack Obama, more entertainers like Denzel Washington and Don Cheadle, and a host of other positive influences that can be born from the seeds of knowledge.

When you educate a black man, he can strengthen his family and his community.  Education can take black women from having the highest rate of contraction for the HIV/AIDS virus.  It can take as well, black women from having the highest abortion rates, and the most frequent cases of single motherhood.

Educating a black man can cause change; political, social, economic, even intellectual change.  Its time that the black man sees as everyone else does, just how dangerous an education is in his hands.

Textual Frustration

Posted: March 15, 2010 in New Poetry, Poetry

*A Poem to be Read Out Loud*


I You

*some text missing*

Some text missing?

Well now what am I supposed to do?

How am I supposed to decipher the words that just came from you with some text missing?

That’s a tough one to chew

Perhaps it said

I like you

Maybe she got the roses I sent for V-day and figured it was me cuz the note said ‘guess who’

That is some stuff that only I would do

Maybe it says

I hate you

Maybe shes still mad about the little white lie when I went to hang out with you know who

But I mean dang

That was my best friend

Cant get rid of him just because he was mean to you even if that is what you expect me to do

What if it says

I wanna see you

Its been a bout a week

Im getting kinda weak

I see her in my sleep and nowhere else maybe she’s feeling the same

Maybe its not just me who misses the feeling of calling her name

Maybe it says I see you

Ok now im getting paranoid

Damn you T-Mobile Verizon Sprint and AT&T

Whichever one of you is doing this to me

Ur effing with my emotions man

How could you let this message get to me incomplete?

Maybe it says I want you

Maybe it says I need you

Man Got me over here trippin

My mind slippin

Man im bout to


“I didn’t mean that for you”


What did it say? Some text was missing?


Waiting game man.



“Oh. Nvm then.”

What. The. Hell. Man.