My American dream has a low threshold.
I don't need much because I won't allow myself to want more.
Life, liberty, and the pursuit of safety.
All men created unequally with the capacity to breathe.
These truths are not self-evident.
My American dream is the nightmare of the original victim.
I exist by way of shackles and bars.
I feel by way of scars that the world pretends don't bleed.
This is not my promised land.
This is my cage.
I was born a hostage.
Before my first page was turned, before I knew,
When they burn them bridges down, they gonna ask for a boat
'Cause there's no limits to the greediness, no dedication to oath
900, some might turn into a pig because they see you becoming a goat
But I already knew the deal before I picked up the cards
Love is not natural
Not like anything else we know
cattle die, kindred die, every man is mortal. but the good name, never dies, of one who has done well. cattle die, kindred die, every man is mortal. but i know one thing, that never dies, the glory of a great deed. the man who stands, at a strange threshold, should be cautious, before he cross it. glance this way and that, who knows beforehand, what foes may sit, awaiting in the hall. better gear, than good sense. a traveler cannot carry, a more tedious burden, than too much drink, a traveler cannot carry. the tactful guest, will take his leave, early, not linger long.
Come find me where the road ends. Underneath the common sky. Surrounded by numbers living lost in time. Where the clocks freeze behind steel doors, and locks click closed. Confined unwanted homes crowding. Come find me in my thoughts. Watching highlights of life replay, to an audience of smiles and tears. Forgetful years skip memory like stones across ponds. Holding hopes of not sinking before reaching the other side. See the sorrow of regret, Through the eyes looking back towards your soul. Cold yet warm in spirit. Enraged but calm in person. Come find me here.
Wrap my emotions in camo, like 90's "No Limit".
F*** 60 Seconds, Gone in less than a minute.
Turned my veins into corridors, Sobriety's Not Admitted.
Went To Jail, Went To Prison, Too Po' To Get Acquitted.
Not Sure Why Y'all Glorify It, Musta Neva lived it.
Once I'm past it...Never mentioned
No Glory, No clout, Just f***** good riddins.
I was locked up when Momma died, Too broken to Cry.
Far as tragedy goes, Done keeping Score
Shock factor played out, Just par for the course.
Sing, Sing, For Me baby...Let me hear ya pain
If you have ever been abandoned, be a constant. If you have ever been wrapped up in nights so dark that you could not find your way back home, be light.
If you have ever fallen apart into a thousand fractured pieces and wondered where on earth everyone has gone, be present.
Not many words can be said to a tragic tale
That struck many hearts that were formerly veiled
To have the life of a man with a broken mind
Brings pain that becomes an irregular grind
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave in well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting holy s*#t what a ride!
Everyone left when I needed them the most
They made me feel invisible as if I was a ghost
Left me heartbroken and feeling betrayed
This time and cage even pushed my family away
My tears did me no justice so I stopped crying
These years in the system made even the truth start lying
No letters, pictures, visits, or even thoughts of love
Trips to the hole and fears of who I could trust
Women coming and going, making me feel as if it was me
Putting my all in it but in the end, still feeling bear
They say you shouldn't chase love
but what if love can't find you
Just seems to find me
I'm tired of her presence, a vessel so empty
The conversations, lacking the depths of situation
It's so easy to grasp the surface
Talking with no purpose
I think the real women took a trip
They left the earth for the weak
not to be confused with the meak
She stabbed my heart
I think the poison is driving me insane
because I almost liked the pain
my ex reminded me of my ex that reminded me of my ex
By now I’m in prison
My Spanish chic in her feelings
She don’t want me, she serious
As real as a drug habit
I’ll be back to sun shining
Darkest hour and still smiling
Born dark, one star, the wolf willing to become Allies with the sheep if determined to eat.
Wishing for someone so special, someone who can relate to another's pain, another's sorrow, another's fears, another's tears. Another's needs to be far, far away from here. Someone special who can listen attentively without being judgmental of me. Someone who can reciprocate the love she's given. Someone I can call my special friend.
Nothing is made to last forever
I ask myself what it means to exist
Are we created just to be destroyed
Are we all just flowers, promised to wilt
I often ponder and contemplate my own being
I'm dead within
My heart's no longer beating
In the abyss of my mind
My thoughts are like shadows
Devouring all my dreams
Leaving me with broken memories
They twirl and spiral into the never
A place with no light
The absence of forever
A beautiful death we all die
When the storms comes and tear your world apart. And forces you down on the most difficult path. Of all that you had, nothing remains. Besides your eternal hidden friend.
by Mar' Tsunati x Marcus Chambers
WHAT I SEE WHEN I LOOK AT MY SIGNIFICANT OTHER
I been searching for somebody to talk to
people don't understand the stress that I go through
Jail ain't meant for nobody but still it filled with so many bodies
My heart been in a ocean I hope it doesn't crash and sink
Wonder why so many people turn they backs on me
I hope I find a friend who strong, equip and unique
I been through it all that's why I got to be me
On this path that am taking I hope I find joy and peace
Lost in a wicked life. Where everyone thinks your wicked.A dum mistake with wicked persons lands you in a wicked place. Iam not a wicked person.God please release this wicked image of me. Take me out of this wicked place so I can start my new life
I have gone to Honey Creek To cast my line once more. A tranquil place where cattail reeds Grow thick along the shore. I cuff my pants up to my knees And wade into the water Surrounded by some honeybees Tending Nature's daughters. I take in hand my fishing rod And give a gentle throw, Then offer up my thanks to God For all the things that grow: Grass and ferns and reeds and tress And fish and birds and mice and bees And all the things that move and live In harmony at Honey Creek.
When you decide to open your mind, You'll be surprised what you will find,
It'll feel like you were blind, Or as if you can finally unwind, You're no longer stuck in a bind, Your old life is left behind, You can get back on your grind, For once you can say, this life is mine, We were all created by design,
By something that is so divine, It really can not be defined, All made with different signs, And some of us signs combined,
“Side by side, hand in hand,
Down one day, but up the next,
And no matter how long the road,
Or how hard the walk is,
One thing is for sure,
We will get through this together,
Because I might be here for now,
But I’m yours forever”
Hello my name is moysies, I’m new to this website so I’m not too familiar with it but I am interested in seeking new friends with this positive energy. This is not a job interview so don’t be shy to talk to me, I am an easy going, charismatic, lovable, honest person. I am a father of two beautiful girls so shout out to all single moms doing it on their own. You don’t have to be perfect to be my friend as long as you have a good sense of humor we’ll get along just fine. If you would like to get to know me feel free. All I ask is if you can leave a number and address thanks.
There’s food on the table, she ain’t gon go to sleep hungry like I did, not as long as I’m able. Be Still! Son listen to me and Be Still! I can’t, I gotta get it for her, but the whole time I’m risking taking time away from her. Allah kept telling me to be still, I didn’t listen now here all I can do is be still. I can be your listening ear, your shoulder to cry on, your partner in Christ, or simply just a friend. Please don’t let my past define me, take a chance on me and I’ll bet on you.
I wait patiently sitting in this cold concrete box. Surrounded by miles of razor wire a grim reminder of where I am.
I peer through the bars, admiring the trees in the distance, the blue sky and the golden sun. I feel its rays gently caress my face infusing me with energy, with hope. That feeling that purely joyous feeling can only be experienced by an individual who has lost one of the many privileges that citizens take for granted... Freedom.
I asked the mirror what does it see. In a world of humans that’s not so worldly black men that engulfed in self misery or the black children who falls victim due to the ruins of black history.
Caucasians confused by false admiration it’s really not about color just ignorance, acceptance, and the miseducation of one another.
You call your friends “buddy” I call my friends “brother” truth is, most of us were raised by single mothers of all races and color.
What I believe a true queen is.
What I believe a true queen is. When I look into your eyes, I see so many things, a mother, a sister, a friend, a true queen.
Always strong when I’m weak diplomatic when I’m wrong, you candidly encourage me to carry on.
Always up to the challenge, though you’re sometimes afraid willing to die for the cause, the promise you made.
You exhibit such Grace, no one can take your place and your sweet smiling face I adore; unafraid to explore, perseverance galore, and you’re always looking for more.
There is a little word that people love to shout but when it comes down to it, don't know shit about.
A gentle word, a caring smile, a letter, or a poem is all it really takes to let your love be shown.
Through the good times, and the bad, and all the ups and downs and through the pressure and the heat; that's where gems are found.
So take my advice it's a warning you should heed love is a precious gem don't let it go for free.
Written by: Richard Edmonds