(12/19/2013 10:01:00 AM)
Darker Than The Medieval
First meeting with the twelve wise men,
Who visit in cycle like monday and her friends,
The moons that say welcome to the planet earth,
Ere the last went home for the first to reappear,
A tender breath on the arms of care,
Life was real as the hostile face of night,
Yet it seemed surreal as tale told in the ray of moon light,
Like a blank memories of nine months sojourn
In the warm womb of a worthy woman
Can't tell the memory of the colic
Neither the taste of the colostrum
Nor the sight that broke my virgin eyes wall
And it seems I never exist until life
Began to school my skull, and the duo,
Dwelling within began to guide my thoughts,
It seems life was not in existence,
yet it existed in the absence of now,
And I realized without cultivating on the soil within
One would somehow dwell still
In this time darker than the medieval
(12/18/2013 3:35:00 PM)
I’m trapped in a world I don’t want to be in. I hate here the people are mean and just plain rude. They stand around poking and laughing at me. I don’t understand why. I don’t know any of them at all. They call me fat and ugly, it hurts. They say I’m a waste of space, I’m not normal like they are. But the worst thing they call me is a freak. It feels like a knife just piercing my heart. I suffocate on those words. My body drops to the ground I can’t breathe. I scream out “HELP! ” They just stand around laughing and not caring that a young girl is slowly dying. “STOP! ! ” I hear a loud voice in the distant yell out. The crowd becomes silent and I can breathe again. My heart is no longer aching with pain. I rise up and walk through the crowd and only see a single rose with a pink note attached to it. “This rose represents your beauty. Don’t let these awful people bring you down. You are beautiful, more than normal and have an amazing body. And there is one guy out here who loves you. That guy is….” I look around and see no one around where is he?Why did he just leave a rose and not his name?There are many unanswered questions. But the most important one is why am I trapped in this unknown world?
(12/16/2013 1:24:00 PM)
Shivering off when i stand
weather known as the notorious
this nature can not deny
but a little clumsy to survive
They get hot in the burning sun
and we asked for a little freshness
Months went by aligning
to come back in winter
Not as bad as has fame
already the longest stays merzisja
burn all the trees in this forum
ripe cake for warmth
Indigent hideouts birds warble
the naked trees is so transparent
have nowhere to go barefoot snapper
the coast is more leisurely for somnolence
Wearing white horizon
as a furry polar wolf in
Sometimes as for symphony
we feel that it is winter.
(12/16/2013 1:01:00 PM)
I cant always look back and think
About my sad and happy days
I must think more ahead of that
Making better efforts to move on
From what it is already gone
It has left showing on my bones
Along with the wrinkles to impress
Within my sins to confess
For it my spirit to redeem
To my soul to comprehend
That it was all done taught
On Gods purposes of fault.
(12/13/2013 1:27:00 PM)
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(12/12/2013 5:23:00 PM)
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" Say It Isn't So"
Skies are dark it's time
Final call you board the
Heading for tomorrow
I wave goodbye to
Wipe the tears you hide
Blinded by the sorrow
How can I be smiling like
When baby, you don't
love me anymore
Say it isn't so
Tell me you're not
Say you changed your
That I am only
That this is not
This is starting over
If you wanna know
I don't wanna let go
So say it isn't so
(12/9/2013 6:37:00 PM)
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(12/9/2013 6:32:00 PM)
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My season of Silence
Just like an eagle have I soar
above the cloud
My heart has He taught to lunch deep at this season
The season of silence
In silence have i gain sense
Not that of mediocracy
but that of meditation
In my season of silence have I gain wisdom
not bothering about problems
I have learn to close my mouth
not to talk with my mouth
but to think with my brain in silence
" even fools becomes wise at this season"
In my season of silence have I gain maturity
" if only there could be a substitute for brain,
then it has to be silence"
In my silence have become a master of wisdom
In my nights of silence
I know beyond my others
Silence is the daily meal of the wise
but fools loves talking
Sounding like empty drums
Not that parrots and ducks can't soar,
but they likes talking and quaking
Talk less and think more in silence
For this a key to greatness.
(12/4/2013 3:44:00 PM)
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The Nation's Ink
I remember in the church preachers was teaching about the truth
I remember when people praised God and they meant it.
I remember when we sang helms we felt the melody.
Some preachers are quick to sell a fantasy but not reality.
Some preachers are quick to get a buck than desire to serve.
People are closing their ears and screaming.
Hearts stop beating because we stop believing.
I remember when fathers treat responsibility to his family like a Grammy.
I remember fathers leadership gave his family hope through tragedies.
I remember fathers were the rock and God was always the center piece.
Women are both parenting positions.
Some young men don't have male role models.
Thugs are being the vision.
Policies are being the teachers;
While jails are being the education.
I remember women treat their bodies like a temple.
I remember women clothes had respect.
I remember women carried theirselves as a queen.
I remember women love was a treasure.
I remember women beauty had purpose.
Short skits are being the symbols.
Being independent is the new motto.
Focusing on outer beauty than inner beauty is the reason Because emptiness is in this season.
I remember the elderly spoke wisdom and told story's to the kids.
After kids heard them change start to begin.
I remember the community was united.
I remember when situations happen we fought for our rights.
We are selfish.
We are slaves to the green.
Some people are quick to give their souls for a little fame.
We wonder why the youth is not tame.
I remember Hip Hop had meaning.
I remember after the beat people desire to engage the nation.
Hip Hop have no light.
Now It's only bass and The four amigos: money, cars, clothes and sex.
I remember America was base on life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
The nation is blind and trying to see the future.
I remember Dr. King wrote these lyrics and called it a dream.
The generation is in a nightmare and we call it peace.
I remember when we was so filled with hope.
We are filled with unknown destinations.
I remember when love was the nation's ink.
I remember " In God we trust " was the nation's heartbeat.
I remember a dream was the nation's vision.
Stereotyping is the bullet that kills the youth identity.
Money is the new Bill of Rights.
While the Pursuit of Happiness has relinquish the equality to the Nation's conscience. By: Milton Styner Jr.
(12/4/2013 4:33:00 AM)
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