Murder to Excellence (Parts I&II)

Bloody Murder

they always told me i have an old soul
they always said
real men arent born
they're bred

sadly
the idea of the conventionally virtuous black man
is dead
bloody murder

replaced
with empty space
between each earlobe
the base of the neck
and the forehead
black decedance
stuck in a demographic
that praises and epitomises
the least of important things
in the grand scheme of things

sadly
the idea of the conventionally virtuous black man
is dead
bloody murder

murdered by a plethora of things
least the ones that most fear
the potential we hold
the size of our brains
black decadence

in my demographic reigns supreme
and the people dont see their treachery
ignorance
beside itself in its lechery
especially
the apparent ideals of the young women
untrained in the ways of ladiness
for the most part
unschooled in the value of thier treasury
so they give away freely
to any man willing to spend a small portion of his time
black decedence

eventually creationg a void of knowlegde
spawning free roaming negativity
an airborn cancer
striving to enslave the piety we were given
creating the balance of murder
of which we are all guilty of commiting

because we allow it
black decedance'
bloody murder
bloody murder

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black excellence

they always told me i have an old soul
they always said real women arent born
they were bred

excellence
oppulence
reverence

the idea of them skeezers, jawns, and birds
is dead
cuz im killing it
out of excuses
more and more black women are college educated
raised within decent family structures
with the drive and ambition to achieve dreams
unlimited potential
from their finger nails to their foreheads
black excellence

the continuous circle of excuses by men and women
not to excel
not to do well
to be satisfied with the conventional status
we see our sisters and brothers attain
untamed
but constrained
continuously
by the media who displays fantastically mundane
excistences of real people
but our ignorance
tells us its fantastic
something to esteem

meanwhile these women have the lowest self esteem
i have ever seen
empowerment
should come from the community
a congregation of men and women who instill values in the young ones
coming up
not vh1
saying basketball wives and house wives are comming up

i want
black excellence

not the paradoxical nature of this so called entertainment
that teaches drama
turning mama into a bad role model
cuz she sits there with her young daughter and watches it
baby girl process it
grows up thinking these are what real women are
and us men are all ready and willing to take advantage
instead of expecting more
fuck average

black excellence

i need them old times back
when if you didnt have on a suit and tie
you werent even given the chance to call on some mans daughter
times have changed ill give you that
but we can adapt

black excellence
oppulence
reverence

we have barack and michelle steppin up to set the example
but we are too ignornat and misguided to appreciate it
we'd rather be bey and jaw
wiz and amber
im tired of it

challenge yourself

to black excellence
oppulence
reverence

didnt say it would be easy
but for lack of a better way to word this
itll be worth it

black excellence
community service
black excellence
education
black excellence
higher expectance
black excellence
oppulence
reverence

Wisdom

i got 4 minutes to preach
3 days to teach
2 hours to listen
and 1 second thats given

God grants what he gives before calling us to heaven
the devil takes what he can of us before we know what happened

i dont need reinvention
just a little inspiration
words ideas analogies similes
sweet dreams
flood my mind so commonly
all i ask for is preparation

time to bind these themes together
shoestrings
lace em up one hole at a time
spread my message to a mind thats not blind

to wisdom
or the knowledge that im not all knowing
that the process of still growing
is still growing
within me

i say im still growing
life still knowing what it needs
to teach me
formal education constitutes a small percentage of life's knowledge
therefor i formally ask to educate myself knowing life's challenge
to reach me
is pretty deep

youth gaines many things
but humility is not one
this big water head takes concepts life shows
and drowns them in its own wants
im on one

i can only pray to the muses to invoke lifes patience
as i practice listening
it stands tall and calls for my eyeballs and ears to be fixed in

come young man
right here you can stand
dont have to do much
just listen in
to what i got three days to teach

and
through my headphones
and trusty phone
i show im not hearing
not even trying to be discrete

but its funny how if life had a manifestation
it would look just like somebody who'd lived it
God places angels around us constantly
in the hopes to just one of them
attention we'd give it

so that once we grow older and notice young soldiers
losing the battle to life's bullshit
we've lived it

we'd say

come young per-son
right here you can stand
dont have to do much
just listen in
to what i got three days to teach

and through their mobile phones
and music tones
they can show us independence
freedom to make mistakes
walk through lifes earthquakes

and come out the other end
with wisdom

LovePoem (from tumblr)

she says i am her heart

incarnate.

recently, i told her

she was forgiven before she done it.

we go back and forth

infinitely refinding forever

or the patience required

to get through these days

or over them

long distance a grind worse than any type of illegal hustle

the product you push isnt in your hands

transactions are scarce, hard to plan

but never bland

time stops in between the moments im not with her

everyday life is an annoyance

mosquito bites, fruit flies, little siblings

the tinniest itch that needs to be scratched before i can renegotiate my attention to the girth of her frame.

my breath the very sound of her name.

i say she is my heart, incarnate.

recently, she told me

i was forgiven before i done it.

thats love

Humility

i wish i knew love enough to write about it
the story of my life
as it pleases
love goes in and out of it
teasing me
subtly appeasing me
as it sees fit

im not an old man
still a baby in this thing called life
and if a wise man knows his ignorance
than is it correct to admit my ignorance
as wisdom??
am i getting it?

tough concept to crack
but as a writer i do this daily
crack concepts in half
life philosophies
id never skip that class

im just getting a little older now
love realizes this
bed feeling a little colder now
messing with these random chicks
i wish
i knew about love enough to write about it.

when we were younger it was so simple, wasnt it?
it be that one chick
one dude
who made you think about no one else
for a time
oh she's a dime
i might wife her
now jay-z is married with kids on the way
funny how life is
if
i could just get her a powder blue rock-a-wear suit
white nike her...
it would be simple right?
if all love was like high school love
passing notes left to right
staying up on the phone all night
rebelling against parents that just want your schooling to be your only sight
yea right
that was high school love

im older now
with these grown man hands
im making grown man plans
i got grown man demands
demand grown woman sands to wade through
simply nice smiles and big butts wont due
but a woman of substance
a love like this
im into

i wish
i knew about love enough to write about it
but really
a lovely lady of substantial virtue
would always do
no one perfect
but one who strives to better herself
therefore as a couple, we improve
complimentary
like the sun and moon

lets make stars together
a new universe
pure creation
hand in hand
a love like this
i wish
i knew enough about love to write about it
no
i wish
i knew enough about love to talk about it
no
i wish i knew enough about love to be about it
to be about you.
i wish
i knew
you

JustWords (To Mckenzie)

She came in rain
Divinely out of routine
I could tell y'all how beautiful she is
But that would be absurd
Because when I told y'all...
It would be
Just words

She came in rain...
Like mother nature does
to bring nutrients back to the earth
Spreading life
Good fortune
Heavenly wealth
I could tell y'all how beautiful she is
But it would be just words...

Because she came in rain
A sweeping motion of love that god sends
To tired waters
And hungry grounds

Replenishment
A family of matriarchs just got one more

Absolution
We prayed
We.swayed back and forth
Asking god to bless her with wisdom's girth

She came in rain
Couldn't have asked for a healthier frame
She came
In rain
Opened her eyes one time to see the world
That should call home
To see the world that she would condone
To see the world that would house her throne.
She blinked
Simplicity
Ethereally

Of grace
Of god

She came in rain
Integral to loveliness
Amazing personified
She was given to the world
A true woman to exemplify.

I tell you this day...
Of when I saw the queen.
I could tell you how beautiful she is...
But that would simply be absurd
To tell of her beauty
Would basically be
Just words.

And they are not enough.

Green

its only right her favorite color is green
i can relate
the bite of her lip
the sway of her walk
her style
her beauty
her grace
not to sound cliche
but i can relate

its only right that her favorite color is green
its growing on me too
time spent apart
to a momentary embrace
inhaling her scent
that will linger on the tip of my nose
the rest of the day
i can relate

its only right that her favorite color is green
another thing we have in common
now
the brush she paints her toenails with
the washcloth she washes herself with
her belly button ring
that little bastard
continuously attached to her frame
im green
and its only right

dont judge me
because its my choice to be away
and even if that doesnt make sense
that doesnt change how i feel

and its only right
right?

Lost pt 3

i am lost
i am logistically and unequivocally in a place i thought id never see again
and ironically i cant
for darkness fills the space where i camp
but
its the warmest
most accomplished feeling of absence of light
like a beautiful night
no stars, no moon just
a beautiful night
what me and you have goes well beyond sight
so light i dont need
or eyes, for that matter
to see
that i am lost
im kinda lost in you
like
waldo in those activity books
girl im so hooked
this is so true
like a remix hidden in the last track of a beyonce cd
im simply difficultly lost in you and me

see
for the longest you were so coveted
and to keep it fresh ima invert it
so now ill say lost am i
you are my best girlfriend award nominee
and yea
you know to get with me them other chicks may try
but you are my only needed utility
my endlessly large flash drive
my re-writable cd-rom
so i guess messing with them other girls is a waste of my damn time
my feelings live on

i call you the monopoly
in my mind
you own all the properties
board walk all the way around to park place
and you own all the utilities so i guess that means
when you land on me you get 10Xs what on the dice
lady you right
in every sense of the word
so its never absurd
to say lost am i
the affect you have on me starts at the tip of my brain
and goes all the way down
filling chambers with blood along the way
getting me aroused so i have to sit down

see
when we touch
the other cells in me get jealous of my skin
each one of them would endlessly perform meiosis and mitosis
just to feel you again
this feeling cant be a sin

you're what i know i deserved
you are so deep in my heart
heat it up
no longer frost
in you
im so lost.