Political / Social Poems (810)

Come lie down.
Beside me
there’s no other.
Push my firm words
inside your head,
my hard love,
‘cause tough love
crack tough skull.
You’re revolving on the rim
Come,
come down to me,
a stream of knowledge.

A woman was here.
Inside my head
I hold books.
She went with bungalow
and children.
Children are children;
like monkeys they mimic
Her every step painted in vivid green.
Come,
come lie down.
Beside me my story is.
The truth
is never a tale
spilled from sweetened lips.

Come,
come down here,
come lie down.
Beside me
there is none
that can whisper this chronicle,
my chocolate story -
bitter-brown -
composed with blood and feather pen.
Sculpted in her head is
her post-colonial self.
Come taste of the wine I’m poured.
Come, come,
come lie with me.

Everyday , Seams so impossible
To Get up And Face the truth
They're Trying to Steal my home

I stand here still for what I hear
Can't hold back my Tears
It's my home , they're tryin' to steal

No more Fights , no more Crimes
But Mama , Please Forgive me ..
If I left you to Die in my own Town ..

Take A moment And think , What if it's your own home
What if they killed the child you give born to
They're Tryin' to break your soul
Take A Moment And Stand to respect the memories
Stand for your own Country
Be careful of the True Enemy
Take A moment , And Cry on what you've lost
But Get up again , to Fight for more
It's your Home who's Waiting for you
It's your Call
Take This moment And on
Today is The Future for your home
Don't Let it down And Stand so strong on it's ground
It's time for you to make it Proud

How broad can bald eagle
spread wings?
Over Gag and Magog,
to the east,
and the place of morning calm

When she is molting
a spot is unclothed,
New Orleans
in the south
Red China swelling in Asia
with great sway

An occult war
manufacturing frivolity
Mind control,
weapons of mass destruction;
a birthday gift
placed in gullible palms

Buttons are pushed
away from books
and noisy playgrounds
Slaves to the control,
mind control
Tomorrow’s men
are made in China

There once was a time in my past
Where the money i earned seemed to last
I asked the question if i could afford
To sponsor a child overseas abroad

Queries were made an things set in motion
I chose a child from an african nation
A country torn apart by war an poverty
A little bit of help to change his destiny

For a few years i procured the cause
Hoping it would open some doors
Sometimes extra gifts were made
A goat some chickens for eggs to lay

When things in my life turned upside down
I decided with regret to cancel the plan
I often think about that african boy
An hope for a period of time he had some joy

I envision a time when the worlds wealth is shared
Between all the people who need to be cared
Everybody deserves a quality of life
If only to keep them from hungers knife

“…the peace that transcendeth all understanding…”
the bible

Stop and think for a moment, what do all of us desire most?
“…peace of mind…”
All other needs are like a pyrrhic victory, sans a settled mind,
Most of us spend volumes of hours tinkering uselessly with thoughts of how to please others, and or following some guru’s advice on how to live our lives, what to think, what to say, what to do…,
Like weary wayfarers we seek peace of mind through countless external avenues,
Only to realize at death’s door that we should have looked inside,
Thus, we exit with only a few moments of bliss weighed against a lifetime litany of piss…

The path to bliss?
You’re kidding right, how should I know?
One suggestion I will allow myself though,
I invite you to consider that it is as different and as individual as our fingerprints are, unique to you…,
Some may find it through one of the many spiritual disciplines or a personal mutation thereof,
Some may find it as a porn star,
Some may find it as a nun,
Some may find it in some form of meditation,
Some may find it as a rapper,
Some may find it as a man/woman of peace,
Some may find it as a warrior,
Some may find it in money,
Some may find it in poverty,
Whatever way you take, I invite you to consider that unless its yours, you may walk it in vain…

May we all find our way…

Triped,
that’s me standing

Set on all three,
like three sides to a story

The one leg, medial,
is key to fruitfulness

and who would not want to enter,
of the host to whom this step is given?

Is there another door,
one from which lushness sprang?

Triped,
that’s me planting life

The third has more than delight;
it is to fashion a brood for hope

I tread so soft with one leg in a bag;
this is while bliss-searching

These streets we trod, amid treachery,
can cause a life of grief

Triped,
my blueprint to walk as a man

Am I my brothers’ keeper?
Oh yes I am, but not while this triped stand

Dont put the hammer down on me
Dont put the hammer down on me
You've made a mistake,cant you see
I'm supposed to be free

Dont put those chains on me
Dont put those chains on me
Whe're all the facts to be
I'm supposed to be free

Dont shut the door on me
Dont shut the door on me
This rooms to small for me
I'm supposed to be free

Aint no windows i can see
Aint no windows i can see
Is that where i have to pee
I'm supposed to be free

That bed's no good for me
That bed's no good for me
It will never let sleep be
I'm supposed to be free

Cant eat the food for me
Cant eat the food for me
It goes straight through me
I'm supposed to be free

Who's gonna visit me
Who's goona visit me
Anyone interested in me
I'm supposed to be free

How long will this take me
How long will this take me
3 to 5 an you'll be free
I'm supposed to be free

Should never had pleaded guilty
Should never had pleaded guilty
Its goin to crucify me
I'm supposed to be me

If a day passed by...

And I haven't remember

To wish you

a morning as sweet as sugar

And I began Scribble like a child

Meaningless words over the surface of of a notebook

Don't get bored by my amazement and silence

And don't think anything has changed

When I don't say I love you

it means that I love even more

If you showed up one day in a dress

So green like

The grass of lakes

And your hair thrown over your shoulders

Like the sea, like the splattered dimention of night

And as I started deeply inhaling my smoke

Don't judge me , calling me cold

And don't think my heart has became a stone

and through illusion , I grow your hair

Wheat, almond, and forests of thyme

if you sat in front of me long enough

Like a queen made of scents and alabaster

And you closed my eyes off you

Neglected the grouch of the perfumed shirt

Do not believe that I do not see you

Because, something's are seen better through the mind

In the shadows, your perfume has it's own voice

And the dimensions of your eyes has become wider

I love you more than love, itself.. but

Let me see you as I've always imagined

Bedazzled and blinded by your fix and where you find it,
You read, b*tch and gossip and just dont seem to mind it,

The headlines are your lifeline - the constant fuel of lies,
The endless ream of images permenantly burnt into your mind,

Yap yap, natter natter, he said she said this,
Take a look at your life story,
And stop reading all that piss!

The future My future
Your future Who knows
what wars will be waged
within our own souls

Hope lost from lives taken
no room left for salvation
The terror The termoil
The hate of a nation

Opinions of one spread
wide like a cancer
leaving us empty in
the search for an answer

But if we stay true to
what makes us great
no longer will they have
the power to dictate