Friday, June 22, 2018

My Hands Are Raised


My Hands Are Raised

Let’s talk…/ let’s talk about the way to walk / the way to jaunt when one wasn’t taught at home / I’ll give you my insight and hope and pray that its clearer than hindsight / bullet proofs, badges and glocks have brought many of innocent victims into the limelight / inspired many of speeches and rhymes, right? / Lootings, riots, and general crimes right? / humanitarian efforts fall by the wayside; when one lays motionless face down in the street / you see his daddy never taught him how to properly greet an adrenaline rushing officer on his beat,  with his gun in hand and blinders on because he’s heard a few aggressive songs… on the radio / not realizing that Radio needs his help and he deserves not be shot or jailed / said officer rebels against all his official training and unrepresses  repressed desires to set afire, any complexion that’s different from him / my hands are raised , my hands are raised…the Lord said let vengeance belong to HIM / but the street lights  are getting dimmed and my mother is calling me home, but the brothers are egging me on / because its wrath that they seek / blood leaches through these streets providing subsistence and motivation to the unguided mentalities who feel that it’s pointless to speak …/ out against injustice, for they only understand raising their hand to speak / Because their daddies never taught them how to properly respond to an officer on his beat / or how to properly respond to an atrocity witnessed on these streets / so their neighborhoods become the burning flesh of the sinner whom they’ve yet to meet or know / so the hostility grows and the bubbles turn into boils and the rolling boils turn into flames and misplace anger Reigns supreme / while the perpetrators sit back and relax in anonymity  / safe from rage that their actions have caused, whether by choice or accident / you see the side effects of being a male of African descent in America is deadly / whether we are walking, driving, our life is on the line / whether degreed or felon, the justice system seems less than compelling to seek out our aggressors / whether trade worker or professor the justice system seems less than motivated to seek out our aggressors / so when we seek out other means which may not be ideal which causes them bring in the heavy artillery , which apparently they have on standby / makes me wonder why? / there must be a systemic issue where people with perceived power plot and scheme against certain individuals / you have bullet proof vests, guns, grenades and tanks / I have my hands raised in honor of the fallen, but a victim I’ll never be because my words are not just poetry / I will not burn my home or rob my neighbor, I will not wait for a savior / so please tread cautiously because that rolling boil is almost a conflagration, the underbelly is swelling…Father please guide this nation / 


Tuesday, November 8, 2011

Hate, Anger, Disgust, Hold On

Hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
Hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
Naw, naw Harpo aint no hold on/
How long we gon' let this shit go on/

I'm gonna take a Gorilla Glue world tour to peace back together the many broken homes/
and help to get lil dudes off these mean streets they roam/
lost boys becoming predatory toys/
sick scenarios and satanic joys/
there's a whole network if you look deep enough/
but i'm just a conspiracy theorist, please call my bluff/

hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
naw, naw Harpo aint no hold on/
How long we gon' let this shit go on/

who controls what, who controls who/
i'm so fed up with everything, my middle finger is intended for you/
so middle finger to males in skinny clothes and dudes who sleep with dudes although it was to women that they proposed/parents that watch their boys become girls and girls become boys/bosses that think they are God over the people they employ/predators of children male and female/enablers of such crimes, sometimes its alright to tell/middle finger to political correctness/and fake ass "reality tv"/every urban radio dj from Da A to LA to NYC/middle finger to whoever the fuck you are thats pulling the strings/by no means will you ever be the real King of Kings/middle finger to stupidity, ignorance can be cured/middle finger to cover-ups/i bet so many deadly diseases have cures/middle finger to terrorism/middle finger to wars/middle finger to politics/all they do is leave collateral scars/middle finger to hard women/middle finger to soft men/middle finger to whoever thinks that my aim is just to offend...

By no means am I immune to the wrath of my own pen/and I regrettably believe this world is very close to its end/while i don't feel i'm a bad person/my Heaven resume needs to be upgraded/but if i can get my family and the voiceless inducted, i will appreciate it.

hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
hate, anger, disgust, hold on/
naw, naw Harpo aint no hold on/
How long are you gon' let this shit go on?

Setting Son

Setting Son

As the world turns a young man’s heart burns due to the indigestion called neglect,
He pawned the trust he gained from a select few and now life’s hit men have come to collect,
See he has been struggling with his sexual identity, wondering which side of the plate to bat from,
On the island his family sent him to, he took drug sponsored trips that he still has trouble coming back from,
With a support staff that was all but non-existent, he chased becoming a nobody with persistence,
His father lost hope early, too concerned with getting himself inside the gates that are pearly,
His mother passed him off to whomever was open, preferring to be an accessory than the holder of the gun that’s smoking’,
His big brother got bigger issues, at least that’s the impression he gives,
It’s almost as if they don’t give a damn if this young man lives, to become more than nothing,
Like in this poker game of life, they think all he doing is bluffing,
But he suffering, cuz stepping out of that dark closest aint easy when the crucifixion awaits,
From the many branches of his family tree that are known for looking down those that are less than great,
So his plate remains void of the nutrients needed to function in society,
Like going to meetings at a liquor store for help with maintaining your sobriety,
In his mind, his only escape comes, from the comfort of another male’s arms, and drug binges,
Stuck in a dark cramped closest with the skeletons of his hypocritical family members, forcing the door off its hinges,
Now, what should be done to save this setting son?
A family meeting, an intervention, or an all out verbal attack,
Anything is better than nothing, cuz you see how he handled that.

PoWerPoeT©2008

Monday, October 24, 2011

Media Frenzy

A 14yr old doing grown-up things goes viral,
And this same media we are viewing now makes it spiral,
Out of control, devoid of soul, the 14yr old is the sole,
Recipient of ridicule, for what she did in the school,
Ol' boy and his boys probably high-fivin actin' cool,
... Using the very tool, we all addicted to...
Radio airwaves, promiscuity dominates the airplay,
The Skis, Camerons, and Smileys claim their superiority,
but the playlist goes to those that pay,
That's why you get the same ten promiscuous songs played 20 times every day,
And who's gonna say, "That's it, you've gone too far,
I will no longer let you contribute to my child becoming the wrong kind of star"
Childhood innocence is being snatched away in 4 hours blocks of trash each day,
Or the one-eyed monster, or the hand-held distraction,
All for the unseen Puppet Master's satisfaction,
We are all guilty, myself included,
I say turn off the tv and radio to make this world less polluted.

PoWerPoeT(c)2011

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

In Drugs We Trust

In Drugs We Trust

You used to be able to drink water right out the faucet,
But now to drink “clean” water you gotta put down a deposit,
And, I can drink Theraflu like its hot lemonade,
I guess that’s why it no longer provides me with the aid,
The label on it says it will,
See, the correlation I’m trying to make is the world is being controlled by more than those who push cocaine and “X” pills,
Because see there’s a prescription written everyday to cure whatever,
Like, arthritic pills that help old bones deal with cold, rainy weather,
Or, miracle headache powders, pills, and gel caps,
Side effects include dementia, drowsiness, nausea, and extremely long naps,
Then there are the pills for erectile dysfunction and small penis syndrome,
“We have an all-natural cure; just pick up the phone, and have your credit card ready,
Side effects include un-naturally long erections and an inability to keep your hand steady,
Oh yeah, um…other possible risks…um…heart-attack, memory loss or stroke,
But our products are all natural seriously, no joke,
Did I forget to mention, high blood pressure and blood clots,
And the un-explainable knots, forming in odd places,
Oh, please pay no attention to our actor’s before and after faces,
Are you having trouble becoming parents well we got a cure for that, too,
How many kids do you want one or two...or three…or in rare cases five,
Only risk is the woman’s chance of staying alive,
Besides that, the only side effect may be financial debt,
But if you pass this up, you’ll just walk through life filled with regret,
But guess what…we have a pill for that, too,
Well actually its pills and you can take them anytime, just don’t get behind the wheel,
Also be advised, you can’t take if you are pregnant, plan to get pregnant or plan to impregnate,
Oh, and you can’t take them if you just ate,
So just wait until you have taken all of the others pills our brilliant scientist-I mean pharmacists, have prescribed, then call us back for a re-fill,
Because if you haven’t noticed,
Our aim is not to kill, what’s ailing you, but to make you develop a dependency,
Besides, rehab is overrated and your addictions drive our industry,
Now, I’m often asked what’s the difference is between us and those that work the corners slanging dope,
Just these cool lab coats; and we get paid legally, to make junkies out of folks.”

PoWerPoeT aka HarshReality©2008

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Niggas Be Saggin'




Niggas be saggin, boy niggas be saggin,
Niggas be saggin, cuz that’s the way niggas be braggin,
About how much cheese they stackin,
No wait that’s one theory,
There’s also the belief that niggas be saggin,
Cuz they be faggin,
No wait, there’s more,
Niggas be saggin cuz they be laggin in funds,
So they have to wear the hand-me-downs of their mama’s oldest sons,
No wait, there’s more,
See niggas be saggin cuz saggin spelled backwards is niggas,
Go figure,
I wonder what genius thought of that,
I wouldn’t be surprised if the genius was black,
I guess the aim is to get saggin nation to react,
They been saggin for years and its only gotten worse,
All I know is I’m part of the generation that started saggin first,
From Tupac in “Above the Rim” to Slim-Wit-Da-Tilted-Brim,
We been wearing our pants inappropriately,
I guess the pants will get closer to their waistline once they reach maturity,
But why do they have to be Niggas,
Niggas aint got nothing to do with this,
If I was Niggas I’d really be pissed,
This just proves that no one really want Niggas to die, because everybody needs a scapegoat,
Almost Christ-like, instead of crucifix they resurrected from that infamous knotted rope,
But the real issue is bigger than saggy pants, the latest faggy dance, or the medically enhanced,
It’s about bad parenting, improper role models, and mental pollution,
They too focused on their own identity to find a solution…

PoWerPoeT©2010

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Dreams of Broken Water




H2O is todays mathematics. Tomorrow it will be snow. Later that day it will be ice. Before the night ends, it will be shattered potential with false hopes of morphing before the 6am K-9 walk that turns it into a substitute fire hydrant. This broken water contains everything that the city has to offer; hate, shit, dirt, dust, spit, piss (homo-sapien + pet), fear, love, creativity, art, rhythm, lost, found...


Its lonely now with other pieces of lonely ones. Thats the beat of 8million. Part of a whole that grind the broken waters for today. Chances for precipitation is 90%, so bring your boots.


::: Knight Shade