Freestyle

I'm sorry that I haven't been updating my blog like I should have. Life is keeping me running in an track and field of obstacles.
A colleague of mines challenged me to use ten words to do some creative writing. I haven't done it in a long while and I only had about 8 minutes to do it.
The words were:
Successful
Rebel
Pain
Hope
Shadow
Arrive
Around
Misunderstood
Train
Cooperation

When I finally did the task I realized that I had a lot of stress and pain within me that I'm supressing with phony smiles and fake laughter.
But the task allowed me to breath and vent and I am greatful for doing it. Please tell me, what did you get from my words and what can you give from these same ten words?

This is what I got:

I'll be a successful rebel
When I'm able to rebel against
 The oppressive system
that causes me
so much pain
in the hopes of having
the one good hope
to overcome the shadows of depression
and arrive in an contigency of love
that will surround me
and allow me
to spread around the love
of the misunderstood youth
that will train me
 to live with my enemies
in cooperation

Guest poet

It's been awhile since I've posted. That's because I've been so busy trying to promote my book as well as attempting to be signed by a literary agent. Hopefully now within my busy schedule I can get back on track.

I'm proud to present, for the first and hopefully many times over a guest poet. My first guest poet's name is Lynnette Powell but goes by the powerful handle of Latifah. Her work is powerful, heart felt and not for the faint of heart. Keep an open mind and feel her pain.

"Time and time again" (Africans not your friend)
Time and time again
I ask simple questions
trying to be your friend:
But now I've learned;
Your friendship
cannot be earned!
                                          * * *
Why? Why? Must I ask?
Does being your friend
Mean kissing your ass?
                                          * * *
Tell me
what is the act?
Should I ride you
like you ride the white man's back?
I'm so angry and sad
that before I do that:
I'd rather have a fucking heart attack!
And what I'm expressing
is not no bullshit rap!
                                           * * *
It's so damn sad
And such a shame!
When blacks keep playing
the white man's game!
                                           * * *
There's no more being told verbally
what to do!
Because we do everything
On an unconscious cue!
                                           * * *
They can barely talk
barely read!
Yet they have the nerve to act
as if they don't bleed!
                                           * * *
Like they're over here doing us a favor!
It's funny
ignorance won't allow them to understand the flavor!
Like the looks of African Americans
can't be savoured!
                                           * * *
We're the sweetest fruit upon this earth!
Because of our ancestors
we are the cream of American Black Birth!
                                           * * *
Stop forgetting
It's because of us!
That your able to come over here
and ride a bus!
So what's the big fuss?
I guess its that Africans
have no trust in us!
Shit like that
makes me wanna cuss:
Yet I write in my book
that's a must!
                                            * * *
Or I take it to GOD!
Who I know would never rob me
Of who I am
Or where I'm from!
Because GOD is the CRUST!
And never the CRUMB!
                                                   By Latifah

Good looking!!!

I made my first sale of my new book, "Life: A murderer's love story". Thanks to my man big Bruce. Thanks a lot. I really appreciated that.
I'm a poet who writes hood novels. I use these novels just like I use my poetry. They're a vent for my pain and emotions, some would say the blood lust and malice that lurks in their hearts. But that's the beauty of writing, we can take all the hurt, pain and darkness within us and turn it into something beautiful and promising, instead of turning our lives into something destructive and senseless.
Poets and writers alike come and join me and support our works.
"Life: A murderer's love story" available @ www.createspace.com/3676589 or http://www.amazon.com/

"Who done it?"

"Women who wasted their emotions over the years became mean black women. Disillusioned. Frustrated. Powerless in their own lives, living with wounded souls." -Unknown

"Who done it?"
Who wounded you?
Who caused you to waste your emotions?
Who took your power and made you mean,
disillusioned and frustrated?
Who made you hate?
Hate so much that I want to hate you.
Who took a heart full of love and turned it into
a void deep abyss?
A black cesspool, metaphorically stenched
and sewn with the scent of piss.
Who took my woman and gave me a bitch?
Who took my well of wealth once rich
and overflowing
And replaced it with a heart in a trench with views
that only leads to a roadside ditch?
Who took your soul,
twisted it, corrupted it
and turned it black?
Not the beauty of black
but the dearly departed light of happiness,
the darkness of a crooked heart.
Who touched you and filled you with pain?
Who birthed misery and made wickedness your gain?
Who took my fire,
left you scorned and with out oxygen for your flame?
Who left you cold, unreconciling
and devil admiring?
Who made you poison
When you were once life?
Who desecrated
who was once to be my wife?

"Until my eyes open"

I don't want to wake from this sleep that I'm in.
This sleep I'm in
Protects me from the hurt of yesterday
And surely the pain that would face me today.
This sleep I'm in
Makes me feel like you're still here
And it would only be until my eyes opened
that I would realize that you were never there.
A dreamless darkened sleep
where my consciousness cease
and my war is at peace
and love doesn't have to be deceased.
This sleep I'm in
doesn't remind me that I can no longer hold her
because sheep took over
and days awake without her is simply colder.
This sleep I'm in
warms my nights with fantasy sin
and a remembrance of lovin'.
This sleep I'm in
Is all I have until my eyes open.

Temptation

Years ago, my cousin entered one of my poems, "Foreplay before sex", into a college poetry contest. She went on to winning the contest. She wanted to give me credit but I told her that she didn't have to. I would prefer if she kept the credit for herself. Today, females show me that foreplay before sex is still dominate. A woman had me sucking her  nipples and tasting her juices while her friend watched, but she wouldn't let me enter her. It was devilishly wicked. It was one of the most fun experiences that I had, but it was pure torture, in a good way. I was caressing her ass and playing with her pussy and doing everything in my power to get her open and inviting, but she wouldn't give. My dick was throbing and wanting. Her clit was the proverbial carrot and the only thing that I wanted to do was lick, entice and seduce so that I could get on to the actual act of the final pleasure but long fingers and nails were keeping me at bay.
It was a struggle but the sweetest wrestle. She said maybe next time we would go further. Honestly, I must admit that it was truly an enjoyment just to build the anticipation and I truly can't wait to enter but what she gave was gratifying.
Not always is the greatest hell the wickedness and vindictiveness of another, sometimes it can be the sweetest temptations that is held in view but just out of touch.
The journey continues.

The reasons for the greatest hell.

The greatest hell is situations that you can't take back. And I'm caught up in a bunch of situations that I can't take back. Everyone tries to live a life with no regrets but I am beginning to see that that is almost impossible. We can be thankful for everything that we go through because it fashions and shapes us in to who we are supposed to be. But what about who we became? Who we are? I had and have a most promising future, but my past hinders me.
I want to say that everything will be okay and everything will get greater later, but to say all that and to mean it takes great sacrifices on my behalf and the behaves of others. In this case, I have no control over the behaves of others, so I can only speak on mine.
I'm in a situation where I have to think and take care of the well being of myself and my two daughter because the mother of my children thinks just because I'm here and she foots the bill for all the finances that she doesn't have to take part in the raising of our children, mine and hers. I'm a father to her son when she doesn't wants me to be.
But her son is the brother of my daughters and his father is not there for him like he is supposed to be. By me being here I can't even be a father to my own son that is down south. But I'm working hard to establish that relationship with him.
Ultimately for me to be there for everyone that I'm supposed to be there for, I have to cut everyone off and be there for God and myself. I have to put god in my life before I allow anyone else in my life and I'm not talking about the church. I'm talking about god himself.
I have to allow him to do what needs to be done in my life so that I can move on to do what needs to be done in the life of others. I'm working hard but I'm also working alone, but as I have god I am never alone. Thank y'all for listening.