4/02/2013
4/01/2013
Entire Embrace
I embrace you through the misery,
some are just worth that extra mile.
You are.
I can only touch your spirit,
love your soul,
take the bits and pieces of us and
pray them whole.
I embrace you.
I embrace me.
I embrace us.
Knowing all along,
you are my destiny.
http://authorddwright.wix.com/poetry2life
some are just worth that extra mile.
You are.
I can only touch your spirit,
love your soul,
take the bits and pieces of us and
pray them whole.
I embrace you.
I embrace me.
I embrace us.
Knowing all along,
you are my destiny.
http://authorddwright.wix.com/poetry2life
Eternal Student by DD Wright
Eternal Student
I received a text this Thursday night.
I read it and reread it this can't be right.
I read it a third time.
Was my sugar low?
Was I losing my sight?
Marley gone? No can't be.
Profiler shot him employed by NYPD? The young soldier? Old soul?
Next Langston Hughes?
Dream deferred? Civil Rights reborn? Inspiration behind the community singing the blues? Again?
I should not be here saying this poem. Marley you should not be there while we sing these songs.
I started to write a poem verbally degrading NYPD
and about the tears and pain that some have bought to other communities.
I started to assault the paper as so many of us have been treated historically.
I started to but decided to not add to the the insanity and profanity.
I decided to write about the beauty of Marley.
Oh I remember the sparkle in your eyes.
Every morning your chocolate face and gorgeous smile.
So today I remember not the officer and his bullet causing your demise.
I remember a student whose spirit will never unrise.
I remember a child who's writing touched souls.
I remember an unforgettable memory to whomever he beholds.
Loved ones heartbroken never thought this would be your destiny but God makes no mistakes.
Perhaps he took you young to increase the steaks,
make folk march,
stand up for injustice,
provoke the world to salute you,
not just us.
You, Marley, you had to bring about change.
You, the son of the people, had to go home early so that we could scream your name.
I am Marley G, you are us too!
We pray for your family and the you alive today.
I pray that I never have to say goodbye to another student this way. You are loved and will be missed yet your story will not be deceased. Marley London Graham, rest in peace.
http://bookstore.authorhouse.com/Products/SKU-000590749/Poetry-2Life.aspx
I received a text this Thursday night.
I read it and reread it this can't be right.
I read it a third time.
Was my sugar low?
Was I losing my sight?
Marley gone? No can't be.
Profiler shot him employed by NYPD? The young soldier? Old soul?
Next Langston Hughes?
Dream deferred? Civil Rights reborn? Inspiration behind the community singing the blues? Again?
I should not be here saying this poem. Marley you should not be there while we sing these songs.
I started to write a poem verbally degrading NYPD
and about the tears and pain that some have bought to other communities.
I started to assault the paper as so many of us have been treated historically.
I started to but decided to not add to the the insanity and profanity.
I decided to write about the beauty of Marley.
Oh I remember the sparkle in your eyes.
Every morning your chocolate face and gorgeous smile.
So today I remember not the officer and his bullet causing your demise.
I remember a student whose spirit will never unrise.
I remember a child who's writing touched souls.
I remember an unforgettable memory to whomever he beholds.
Loved ones heartbroken never thought this would be your destiny but God makes no mistakes.
Perhaps he took you young to increase the steaks,
make folk march,
stand up for injustice,
provoke the world to salute you,
not just us.
You, Marley, you had to bring about change.
You, the son of the people, had to go home early so that we could scream your name.
I am Marley G, you are us too!
We pray for your family and the you alive today.
I pray that I never have to say goodbye to another student this way. You are loved and will be missed yet your story will not be deceased. Marley London Graham, rest in peace.
http://bookstore.authorhouse.com/Products/SKU-000590749/Poetry-2Life.aspx
3/31/2013
Baby by Chris Vasquez
Forever I'll miss the part of myself that died in the reign of battle to escape the torment I placed upon myself.
I'll miss the doubt that allowed me to question all the actions taken were ever worth just the sacrifice.
I'll miss the doubt that allowed me to question all the actions taken were ever worth just the sacrifice.
I miss the vulnerable child who fell gullible to deception yet still kept hope.
I'll never forget the bastard child who saw life as content still questioning who he identified as...
I'll never forget the bastard child who saw life as content still questioning who he identified as...
How young naive and foolish he was... im still skeptical to think it was okay to be such a burden.
I said goodbye to the hypercrite who laughed amongst the crowd but weeped in silence... knowing it was all just an act.
As I burned the silent soul who only whispered truth but spoke lies to the universe... I step upon his ashes and blew him into world he once feared.
And the award goes to...
the boy who thought beauty could be bought...
He knew damn well his scars could never be covered up, when he secretly Despised himself knowing he was ugly only on the inside...
the boy who thought beauty could be bought...
He knew damn well his scars could never be covered up, when he secretly Despised himself knowing he was ugly only on the inside...
Takes more than a price to fill in the cracks he broke into,
How is it possible I allow such a pathetic form of human live inside me without charging interest, with the flaw of just being unexplainable...
But yet I miss him... without him, id be just one sick son a bitch with no excuse of why I am the way that I am.
I'd be the desperate. vindictive, split image of my own self who thrives on the attack of self humiliation...
Im sorry, but truth be told... He wasnt worth that much of my attention to cater too.
To the lost boy... Cheers, may you find happiness in your crossover...
Respect our separation and move on... in time you'll realize all you've brought me was a shadow of doubt and hatred...
Respect our separation and move on... in time you'll realize all you've brought me was a shadow of doubt and hatred...
Walk away now and find contentment in a life too perfect for neither of us...
Be grateful I gave you the privilege to die and set you free,
Remember how many others selfishly hold on to a past of regret, burry into doubt of the present...
And never see a future because there stuck living with the past.
Thank me later baby.
And never see a future because there stuck living with the past.
Thank me later baby.
11/19/2011
Can't Deal Anymore
Lay your head on my shoulder and ill catch your tears
tell me your fears and ill protect you my dear
but don't take my advice and fuck me twice that just isn't nice right so I'll give up my might and go on with out spite!!
tell me your fears and ill protect you my dear
but don't take my advice and fuck me twice that just isn't nice right so I'll give up my might and go on with out spite!!
11/08/2010
Control
This feeling that I have going through my veins is unexplained,
Pain is not to blame its more like confusion that I can't seem to tame.
Tired of this game things aren't the same. Just want this feeling to be tamed...this feeling running through my veins is insane.
Pain is not to blame its more like confusion that I can't seem to tame.
Tired of this game things aren't the same. Just want this feeling to be tamed...this feeling running through my veins is insane.
8/02/2010
The Communist Father by Ka'Mone Felix
Let us speak of fathers
of mine
Of the way he holds highway to sleeve when he trusts in running
Of the way he drives
Both hands to the steering wheel
Pulse to leather
All racetrack eulogy and crying man
Of tough.
Of soft and tough.
Like daddy's should be.
I am his first born
With a tongue like his mother's
And his laugh.
Guttural battle
yawning laugh
Open hearted and stolen.
We laugh
Like happiness is paperweight to be found
And lost again
Like pebbles
Quaking in the belly of
A 1920's medusa
Tendrils outstretched
Waiting for allah to swallow the fingerprints
Bent at the torso
Knee slapping and careful
He is
The quietest man I've known to date
Red flag of a tongue
Opinions
Filtered into bolts of honest
For his daughters
He tells me
That once
When he almost couldn't control his words
(And this is da
This never happens)
He let his anger
All manifest and corrosion of it
Drive him to canada
In less than 24 hours
Foot to pedal
Because engine knows control
Engine knows heartbreak
And break down
And tune up
And creak and fold
Knows control
Knows everything he wants me to know
I know
More than he thinks I know
I know
That he is a man
Who is not afraid
Just too aware
His daughters
Will always be the pages of the prayer book
That have remained untouched
Even when they've been touched too hard
He will not believe.
He is too good.
Too honest.
Too deity.
Too aware to believe in such treachery
To believe that for once
Driving will not make it go away
For once
There is no engine to sputter
At the grunt of a bad turn
He’s had more cars
Than he’s had children
But understands now,
That the three of us are what will last.
Maya is his youngest
His second daughter
She is still a baby
Only milk mouthed and
Spittle gums
She barely knows me
Can identify the spill of my cheekbones
In photographs
And calls me some resemblance of "keemoan"
When she is older
She will understand how proud I am to know
That we share the same father
That there is nothing different of my childhood with him
We will both know of
Shoulders
Of moon touching
And the pierced ear of his rebel days
Of Guerilla fighting
Of paint brush and charcoal palms
Of oatmeal
and tea
With never enough sugar
Of half face smiles
And of driving.
of mine
Of the way he holds highway to sleeve when he trusts in running
Of the way he drives
Both hands to the steering wheel
Pulse to leather
All racetrack eulogy and crying man
Of tough.
Of soft and tough.
Like daddy's should be.
I am his first born
With a tongue like his mother's
And his laugh.
Guttural battle
yawning laugh
Open hearted and stolen.
We laugh
Like happiness is paperweight to be found
And lost again
Like pebbles
Quaking in the belly of
A 1920's medusa
Tendrils outstretched
Waiting for allah to swallow the fingerprints
Bent at the torso
Knee slapping and careful
He is
The quietest man I've known to date
Red flag of a tongue
Opinions
Filtered into bolts of honest
For his daughters
He tells me
That once
When he almost couldn't control his words
(And this is da
This never happens)
He let his anger
All manifest and corrosion of it
Drive him to canada
In less than 24 hours
Foot to pedal
Because engine knows control
Engine knows heartbreak
And break down
And tune up
And creak and fold
Knows control
Knows everything he wants me to know
I know
More than he thinks I know
I know
That he is a man
Who is not afraid
Just too aware
His daughters
Will always be the pages of the prayer book
That have remained untouched
Even when they've been touched too hard
He will not believe.
He is too good.
Too honest.
Too deity.
Too aware to believe in such treachery
To believe that for once
Driving will not make it go away
For once
There is no engine to sputter
At the grunt of a bad turn
He’s had more cars
Than he’s had children
But understands now,
That the three of us are what will last.
Maya is his youngest
His second daughter
She is still a baby
Only milk mouthed and
Spittle gums
She barely knows me
Can identify the spill of my cheekbones
In photographs
And calls me some resemblance of "keemoan"
When she is older
She will understand how proud I am to know
That we share the same father
That there is nothing different of my childhood with him
We will both know of
Shoulders
Of moon touching
And the pierced ear of his rebel days
Of Guerilla fighting
Of paint brush and charcoal palms
Of oatmeal
and tea
With never enough sugar
Of half face smiles
And of driving.
7/19/2010
Minds Going Crazy...(Past)
Just when you thought all was forgotten,
you get hit with a sudden curve ball.
Now dazed and confused you think to yourself, what if, maybe, could it be,... then you sit back and remember all that has happened and you get mad again and say why me.
Things happen for a reason, stop listening to everyone else..live your life... take a chance if you dare... but remember the dance you took. Think long and hard what you think is right... But don't start if your not ready to fight.
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