December 4, 2018
I'm trapped in this mass quantity of space
Feeling claustrophobic and out of place
Alone, but not alone, my time is borderline
between fulfillment and waste.
And there's a thin line, where rhythm finds the
lane of vacancy and crowded space.
Sometimes I wonder...has my destiny passed,
and am I too late?
It's like I once was, but now not relevant
to the whole picture.
Where time lapsed, I took naps, now I'm blinded
by the whole system.
I broke bread, showed love, and ate from the same
plates as back stabbers, money grubbers, grimy people,
and cold snakes.
My battered body of wars and words,
trying to prove my worth
My existence is existing in a world that has no
compassion to hurt.
My tears are like diamonds, formed in the harshest
of elements,
where my bloody footprints track across the earth
in search for relevance.
My mind tries to think freedom, a place where peace
dominates,
Where hunger is not for food, but hunger for
accomplishment.
Where truth is truth and lies as if it has never known
Where space is a place, feeling massive, but yet, home.
I'm trapped in this mass quantity of space,
feeling claustrophobic and out of place.
Alone, but not alone, my time is borderline
between fulfillment and waste.
And there's a thin line,
where rhythm finds, the lane of
VACANCY AND CROWDED SPACE!
December 3, 2018
Many times I thought to give it up
To just lay and wither away
and forget about the future plans
and dwell on the past which had me
ready to die today!
My past hurts too bad for me to
co-exist in the present
why keep dreaming about a brighter
future when life clearly gives
the message?
We spend most of our life in an
uphill fight,
hoping the bell will sound,
and it is the final round
But, "Ding Ding," the bell rings
and again I'm swinging away
And again, I'm losing life's
battle of today.
I've sweated so much
I'm beyond dehydration,
I've shared so much blood,
I don't know how my heart keeps racing!
My hands are cramped,
My feet are bruised to the bone
My eyes are searching far in the distance
Hoping I'll see the place I call home!
Over the hills, around the mountains,
through the valley,
praying for the rays of the sun!
And my will power is in a raging battle,
refusing to let me give up.
Because each day that I wake is proof
of the battle yesterday
I won!
Reasons for Mass Incarceration
Is it the type of people or the # that makes the "mass" of mass incarceration?
feeling reincarnated at trial,
knowing that time has no patience,
feeling guilty for being innocent,
But since the beginning we have wronged
feeling the victory of a king, but instead,
swapped out like a pawn...
feeling the sense of confusion,
wondering what just happened.
It wasn't just an illusion,
or something your brain just tried to imagine,
it was the "lies and deceit"
the trickery the system gave us,
wrongly convicted sentences,
made out to look like Favors,
"Mass Incarceration"
People are scared to take it to trial,
given 100 years by your peers...
only makes you live in denial,
Don't worry, keep fighting,
that's who we are in history,
in due time, you'll do time
but one day you'll see victory...
July 10, 2018
As my mind wanders,
I dwell on my reality,
broken memories of my tragedies
make it harder to balance things,
but the truth of the matter is
I lack knowledge of the righteous
Even though life can be priceless
I feel lost and sometimes lifeless
My ways feel like habits
that sometimes can't be broken
like my prayers have been stolen
from the ones that have been chosen
Why must it be me?
I feel like my heart is so frozen
Even though my thoughts bring emotions,
my feelings are scared to open
What are feelings for?
When you try but can't control them
when you're down and feeling hopeless
when you're fighting to find a potion
and problems keep interloping
and your life is just going through the motions
that make it hard to focus
and when you try, no one even notices
and you lose those who are the closest
and the windows that were open
over time, seem to close
See I'm trying to find answers to my questions
but all I'm getting are suggestions
I'm not looking for acceptance
I'm seeking pieces to breach the message
See, I'm confused who's teaching the lessons
of the truths in seeking direction
like the people that speak their perceptions
and the people they seem to reference
No wonder why,
we learn through making decisions,
Sometimes failing is the greatest affliction
it's not how you start, it's the way you finish
but still, I'm patiently paying attention
weighing my options and keeping commitments
See, trusting is hard
when you don't have forgiveness
trying to patch up the pain
But the wound is still vivid
See, this is the point
where finding myself is the mission
where I'm no longer stuck in positions
where I'm confused about my own disposition
and knowing myself is the only decision "please"
Close your eyes take your time and just listen
Cause there's a lot to learn but a little that's missing
Not saying their wrong, but the right is still given
and I'm just trying to decipher the ways of right living
Help me seek it...
5-29-18
From my eye lid hangs a tear,
inside is the love which is so dear,
it may appear to you it's so clear,
but to me it's darker than fear.
I'm trapped inside of it, loss of sight,
surrounded by its walls, begging for light.
Battling my soul to win this fight,
cursing at my spirit for this pain of life.
As it slowly rolls down my cheek,
I can look up at my eyes and see defeat.
I see the war has begun, but I'm too weak.
I see my trembling lips, unable to speak.
From the bottom of my chin, I see my whole face with sorrow,
fighting the battle of today, but feeling no hope for tomorrow.
As the tear falls, I can hear the beats in my chest,
My heart is sounding troubled, the beats are getting less.
Passing my wrist, my hands drip with sweat,
Oh lord please help me, I see my pain inside this tear I'm at.
Beyond the knees, I watch them shake,
Watching my whole body, beginning to break.
With the ground only a few inches away,
I watched myself bow down, I was destined to pray.
Trapped inside my tear, I watch my only help,
look up to the heavens, and surrender myself.
Let go of my load,
To let God hold,
And before my tear hit the ground,
I was freed, united back with my soul.
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