Embrace Me

Never too bold, I have been told
that intensity dances with seduction within me.
I concede.
It is my desire to be heard and spirit that is loved,
it is the beauty of the elders, guiding me from above.
Embrace me.
Don't embrace me with sticky fingers and a dirty mouth or
with lies of yesteryear.
I no longer believe those.
God has given me discernment.
Embrace me with
the crown of truth,
loyalty, tears, riches of mankind, not of materialistic use.
Embrace my eyes and caramel skin, the losses that I have endured,
my obsession with a pen.
Hug me until I squeal and giggle out loud,
pontificate with me until we move the crowd.
Embrace me, just because you like my blank stare or the way I sometimes talk to myself when no one is there,
because I share my truths, sometimes on a cross for my views,
passionately,
because I praise no man but God and tear when I am not sure if He hears me
yet still believe in chasing my dreams.
Embrace me because I am flawed, bleed when cut, blast music in the burbs because hip hop is a part of me.
Poor righteous teachers need as much love as they give.
You might feel good if you give it to me.
I give it to the world in my poetry.
Are you Embracing me? - DD WrightEmbracing Me: A Poetic Perspective by D.D. Wright 

Stunned by Harmony by Chris Vasquez

The lost seize of an army to war out the enemies from its protection.
Neglect to defend a fight of the life we choose to accept as home,
Alone it roams through a desert mind, dried by it negativity as placement in captivity of being one track minded...

Spoken actions contradict the fear in play of ones thoughts just to be reasonable,
It lies all in the hands of its protector,
And through it all the eyes become the compass to to a lost illusion of being..
Trapped in the chapter of hell, burned by facts, blackened from experience.

We subside to ease just a minute away from the detriment of our time now to chase a supposed,
War inclined only in the heat of battle no one to understand our biggest defeat is giving into it all being just another dream.

Believe what it's said to have scripted in the play along of Hollywood remake to which we envy just the chance of it being inevitable...

Praise be found in the hand of its writer, 
Homage be paid to the mind of the creator,
Awarded just another day to see the light that reflect it's thoughts to be it's inspiration of jotting words that segment creativity with the distinguished to another relation.

Methaphorically by C. Vasquez

If being in love with the impossible distracts me from a nightmare of reality, I choose never to awake...
Simply let me believe and possibly do the unthinkable... Anything but the ordinary, I'm far just the typical...
Call it how you see it, but yet, how does someone so blinded have the answer to questions that are visible...
Take but don't return the favor of my wisdom, 
I think out loud, and out the box, 
Come to recognize I speak only what the insane choose to understand as scriptures to there relation.
Don't follow my footsteps, slight chance you might fall in from the impact I left behind,
Just try to understand my lingo, I don't speak in tongs, just lyrics...
Find a beat and flow with the rhythm of my words...
Come to terms that my diligence will stun you... 
Young and ambitious is a given, yet challenged with taking on former failure is what I do best...
I correct it, perfect it, make it my own, and finally school you on a former lesson...
Fate has found a voice, although mute to many, let my actions be what contemplates your judgment,
Maybe see what's thought to be expected, or just anything far from it.
Silence is the loudest voice...
Come back to question why I love being in love with the impossible,
Just might be that the impossible is in fact a strong possibility to be my metaphor that I'm in love with only what I already have... 
Your eyes and ears speak only what you can handle, obviously nothing to extravagant... 
You settle for a draw, and give into lies... 
I on the other hand, take this as my opportunity and once again let you see how one can pretend and withstand just the unthinkable.
 “Knock my hustle of my lyrics, and watch how I fall out stinging with my words... Blow for blow, undefined champ is what I call myself, take a breather and see if your ready for round 2"

The Shark

Whirlwind of a romance Lust love and passion Deep sea diving I alone of the 2 of us can tango Upstream against the current We fight in sex You're a shark, We dance Entwined We're 1 I love u so much I can't breath But you can So peacefully And before I can steal a breathe From the surface we dive again Just trust you It feels so good but it hurts Deep blue and I cant see But u bring me back a we tread You apologize And I'm in love You splash me I burn but again you're sorry I love you so I believe But you're a shark So we dance No one can do to you what I do And to me you Im trapped in the belly of a beast with a storm on the rise I can see into your eyes Up for air we eat I curse you We wrestle but you're a shark so we dance I lose every single time This beautiful wet beast Im weak for You take a bite of me Im out of lust This is very real Im in love It hurts and I love it We hurt but im nasty And You love me u So we dance No song left to play No music just the beat of our hearts Trapped in the heart of a storm In an ocean Because you're a shark...

Deja Vu by Chris

Love thy one whom stands right with you,
Conquers their search as you are to be it's conquest...
Face the trail of deception to come around when you soon to fade...
Alive in mind, but lifeless to feeling any thing close to what once opened to be a possibility...
Never sleep on once upon time, in time it will be just a part of a past,
Soon just to be forgotten, as the love once united has fallen,
Take the answers as to questions, take the questions, as to remember what you failed to answer...
Fail to regret the coming of expectation,
Take a step, look back, possibly turn around, and run to your ever after...
A second time around might just be in questions, all up to you to make the decision and give what is the supposed answer.

How to you deal taking a chance, and already it falls apart? Although pain strictens, regret in mind...
And alone in soul... We have time...Take as much needed to mend...
As it moves on, reason your doubt...
As the wounds heal, reopen the chapter...
As you contradict fate, play with the ember that once ignited what once was the lust...
And as every minute proceeds to pass,
Look back to resentment as wishful thinking.

I'm ready to walk away...
As I do, I promise myself to give into every chance, collapse at every expectation,
and break till the scars become armor.
As I face myself to listen to what I once preached...
Here I go again, but with that something thy I shall cherish...Deja Vu.

“Deja Vu: To know not to forget, but to remember why I moved on.

Soaring

I am in motion.
Flying.
Diving.
Praying.
Remaining.
Motion. Unstoppable.
Carrying my cross.
Teaching the future.
Writing truth without fear.
Humbled by life.
Motion. Mobility.
Leaving a legacy.
Fighting with faith.
Holding on to hope.
Defying the odds.
In motion.
I see beauty.
I speak ideals.
I feel journeys.
I taste success.
I hear the wind.
I am soaring,
without leaving the ground.
Watch me.

What's In by Anonymous

Stolen clothing for sale.

Across the world.

Warehouses full.

It’s legal to sell that turquoise coyote necklace, that shirt made of cheap cotton with the geometric design printed on it in that perfect sequence.

The perfect sequence every time- triangles and suns, muted earth tones that imitate the earth.

Love, live, desire, be nature.

Silently, ignorantly, blindly kill nature.

In the name of passing fad, in the name of social acceptance, pretend to be an activist, pretend to save the earth.

Pretend to protect and nurture and heal.

Say you protect and nurture and heal.

Believe you protect and nurture and heal!

Then steal something- something that was never yours, something that stopped being “urban” and stopped belonging to the people that are really meant to be “free”, and give your money to a world dominating corporation.

Thoughtlessly, effortlessly, guiltlessly, give away your money -that could be saving lives- to a company that destroys the environment so they can provide you with the latest in Navajo fashion.

Put their signature on the tag, is if it were theirs.

The sacred designs, the symbols.

They take credit for their history and culture and art, crudely printed using cheap materials, the overpriced jacket hardly doing it justice.

The Navajo, defenseless and proud stand and watch as their culture is snatched away, selfishly and blindly.

But it’s on sale at Urban!

Free People isn’t even bad or anything….

So fight for peace and love and be eco-friendly!

Sport your Kony 2012 t-shirt and your breast cancer awareness bracelet and your “Make Art Not War” bumper sticker!

Get with the program, get with the times, stay up to date, save the earth, feed the homeless, promote positive body image, achieve world peace, cure cancer, end world hunger……

….That’s what’s in right now, right?

Get with the program, get with the times, stay up to date, get an Iphone, watch sexist commercials, play war games, read a magazine about how to fix yourself, purchase overpriced cheap material objects from terrible corporations in the name of style (cause you are so unique), walk by the homeless without making eye contact, buy a “heal the ocean” bracelet that will end up in the ocean……

That’s what’s in right now, right?

On Racism and Discrimination by Minh Tan

To put it plainly,
We are all different, you and I, in what we are,
But we are not unique in who we are.
However, the true beauty in us is our depth,
Far deep down, we are all the same.

We are all people from our own cultures and lands,
But can we not all be friends?
We all speak in our own languages,
But do we not preach parallel messages?
We all sing harmonious melodies,
But together, do we not hum universal medleys?

We all teach different virtues,
But can we not all share common values?
We all recite our visions,
But do we not all tell of our inspirations?
We all strive for our own stars up high,
But do we not all reach for the sky?

We all adore our own lovers,
But can we not all love each other, too?
We all live here, there and everywhere,
But can we not all exist together?
We are all men, women and children of diverse origins,
But are we not all human?

So why is it that some of us treat certain others differently?
Why are some forced to obey the rules of a different game?
Is that all life is to some of us, a game?
Unfortunately, some people’s answer would put us to shame.
But it does not have to be that way,
Can we not, you and I, make a change for the better,
Everyday?