(UN)SPOKEN WORD
Welcome to "(Un)spoken Word." This collection of poetry is an in-depth look into the reality of the world as seen through my eyes. Each poem is a raw glimpse through my looking glass at many of the issues that I have dealt with throughout my life, as well as those that I feel affect us as a whole. Sometimes it is the words left unspoken that carry the deepest message.
BELOW, PLEASE FIND A SELECTION OF POEMS FROM "(UN)SPOKEN WORD"
LETTER TO GOD
Dear Rashad,
Yes, this is really God; I hear your calls, and count every one of your tears that fall on the mental
battlefield you plod through while carrying…
Shields to guard you as you heal the scars from years of all the severely sharp spears and darts
that have pierced your heart, and…
You began building walls that sealed it off as you concealed your flaws behind veneer façades…
Even now, you still get thrilled and awed by surreal mirages that disappear and dissolve to
reveal that the water you’ve been swimming in is filled with sharks; and…
I know that continuing to persevere is hard while waiting for the racketeers in charge to repeal
those laws…
But even though you’re afraid of the unknown and fear the dark, you have a steel resolve to still
evolve; determined to use your skills and art to leave your mark; and…
Whenever you find yourself mad at me? More than likely, you’ve been blinded by vanity.
Enthralled by the fantasies and following fallacies…
Chasing illusions, stuck in chaotic insanity; racing in loops, you embrace the confusion that I
forgave you for choosing; as I…
Wait for you to awaken from snoozing and make the conclusion that you’re tired of bumping
your head and taking the bruises…
Too impatient, you grew complacent; afraid to make movements and put faith in your music.
your mistakes were amusing as you pursued the fakest of rubies that were displayed by the
lower self…
Trust me, I know him well; and he loves to bring the broken shells of all those who fell for the
old and stale false hope he sells to Show-and-Tell before they get thrown in Hell, because…
According to him? You’re supposed to fail and won’t make it out of Jonah’s whale; and, right
now? You’re being tested while learning much-needed lessons that will leave impressions; and,
yes…
I see you stressing and going through deep depressions because you keep selecting the wrong
women; forming weak connections and growing colder with each rejection; but…
All you need is some redirecting of your energy, and when you seek affection Give ME your
complete attention; then, when the time is right? I’ll make SURE you receive your blessing;
and…
Even though you’re confined in prison under the most vile of conditions? Time is ticking; so
continue to design your mission, despite the resistance, as you undergo this sublime transition;
just…
Stay on the grind as you combine ambition with blind persistence; and as you climb? Align your
vision so that you can see the signs and listen when I speak to you; because…
Indeed, it’s time for you to shine and glisten, but YOU HAVE TO BELIEVE IT’S TRUE; and…
My gifts are pride-resistant, so until you try submission? Your break-through will be non-
existent; and…
I NEVER abandoned you, I just did what I had to do so that your third eye could expand to view
freedom and the chance to have it through a lens of gratitude; so even when you feel
neglected? Know that you’re still protected; just…
Put your faith in me, then wait and see…
Because I created each of you in MY likeness, and the worth of your potential is quite priceless;
so I write this because I want to see you bloom; you’re like a…
Caterpillar nestled in a sleek cocoon; and once you emerge, if you leaped? You’d leave the
room and reach the moon…
This letter is no hoax, I promise that it’s real; I ALWAYS respond, but you won’t hear me until
you stop and just get still; so…
Yes, this is a storm, but you’ll get guided through…
And if you’re ever looking? You’ll forever find me,
Inside of you…
Sincerely Yours, Forever…
God…
OCEAN DEEP
I awaken from my dream and yearn for you…
A desire that emerged then turned into an urge that grew until it was surging through my veins,
and…
In the past? You were confused with pain, until I stumbled upon your secret space; and…
Once I’d finally reached this place? I searched your dunes in vain; hoping to return with clues
that would help me learn the truth about your beautiful island, where I love to stand at sunset
and view the horizon; but I…
Turn on the radio and hear some news that’s advising people to steer clear of a typhoon that’s
due to arrive in my area quite soon, and…
Even though I know this trip could end in my doom? I still whistle a light tune as I get ready to
depart under the bright moon; and…
It’s January, but the weather feels like June; which I find bizarre, but hopefully it’s a sign from
God that my journey will be quiet and calm; but…
What if I’ve decided wrong?
Is it really worth the risk for me to traverse and drift across Earth’s abyss through the murk and
mist in search of this perfect bliss when it’s something that I’m not even sure exists? Because…
With love? I’ve endured the worst of its hurtful tricks, and not even a nurse can fix the areas
that your curse afflicts; plus…
When I had explored your land before? You burned me, and the damage bore all the way to my
candle’s core; I…
Gave it my all, and you just demanded more; but I’m sick of feeling blue, and if this will lead to
you? Then just consider me a fool as I pull out my rickety canoe, toss my travel bag aboard,
then grab the oars while I mentally prepare to…
Man the storm and whatever it has in store, because I can’t afford to abandon course; so
somehow I’ll push through and continue to…
Paddle forward in my boat filled with hope as I command it towards landing on your sandy
shore, and the struggles I have endured along the way will be well worth that reward; so after
I…
Make certain there’s nothing I forgot to pack, I lock my shack and scramble for the dock; ready
to begin this hard mission of travelling such a far distance as the stars glisten off the waves;
praying that I don’t…
Fall victim to the grave danger that I may face as I make haste towards reaching this great place
full of wonder, having faith that the sea won’t pull me under;
Suddenly…
I jump with a jolt; I’m frightened, because I’m almost struck by a bolt of lightning as the sky
shook with thunder and a strong wind rolls in; my jacket is so thin that my cold skin feels each
gust, and…
The chills reach down to my feet; but even through this storms fierce display, my oars pierce
the waves with deep thrusts; and I…
Had hopes that the forecast lied, but as the rain begins to pour from the angry, black skies, I
know there’s nowhere to run and I can’t hide as this hurricane’s wrath tries to leave me
capsized…
Why won’t I turn back?
Pride…
Because I chose this quest due to my soul’s distress, and I just hope this ocean lets me go the
rest of the way to you; but…
I can only guess that it’s in a hateful mood and has no respect, because I’m soaking wet and it
seems to be so obsessed with turning my boat into a broken mess; and I…
Almost choke to death as I’m pounded by wave after wave, like invading brigades; and I’m
brave, yet afraid that today is the day I’ll violently die at sea before I can reach you; and…
The weather when I left was quite deceitful, but I can’t say that I wasn’t warned of the incoming
storm; and once it formed? It flung its scorn upon me, and…
After it had begun? The sea became a hungry beast that would love to eat and swallow me
whole, but I still try to be bold as I continue to inch across it; and my arms have been
exhausted, but…
I can’t be beat and plan to reach my intended target and win regardless of what this opponent
dishes out; so there’s no…
Turning back or switching routes; because through it all, if this amounts to reaching my
destination? Then that in itself is reason for celebration;
Because, for YOU?
I would sit on the edge of the highest cliff and then leap with no hesitation if I knew that you
would catch me in your grasp;
And, for YOU?
I’m not too timid to say that I’d palm a time bomb ticking away and plant my feet until
detonation if I knew that you’d protect me from the blast; and…
As my boat rocks and sways through the choppy waves, I drop my gaze and spot an array of
holes in my canoe that are letting loads of water through; it’s…
Becoming a problem as it covers the bottom, and is slowly rising too; I shiver, and can’t feel my
toes inside my shoes; but I…
Continue to row and fight to prove I can reach the goal that I pursue; and if this storm is to be
the reason I perish? That defeat would be cherished, because at least I’d know I died for you;
so…
Even though I feel weak and I’m drenched, depleted of strength, I grit my teeth and commence
to guide my sinking vessel as I seek this island with your secrets nestled deep inside it, and…
My vision is blurred by rain as this hurricane continues to attack what’s in its path; and I feel
something massive hit my raft, which cracks then splits in half, and I lose consciousness as I’m
thrown into the sea…
At this point? I know that you’d agree that this sounds like my demise; so I was quite surprised
when I woke up, wiped my eyes, and was blinded by the sun shining from the brightest skies; I
was…
Lying on dry land, surrounded by white sand, thankful that I was alive…
Then I realized…
That I’d arrived…
At you…
Once again…
Love…
BROKEN SHELLS
Broken shells…
So many…
Broken shells…
All these…
Broken shells, thrown in jail with no posted bail; living in bathrooms known as cells, with
molded soap for shelves, where the hopeless dwell; these…
Broken shells, from putting dreams in a boat that sails; praying it makes it; but nope, it failed
and sank into the abyss with no Lassie to go for help; and trying to truly assist, I toss them a
rope and yell “GRAB IT!”; but sadly, Satan blew me a kiss and told me I won’t prevail with saving
these…
Broken shells, from years of weighing dope on scales and loading clips to explode them quick
when they see the enemy while they scream obscenities; and it seems the remedy to grief and
misery is weed and Hennessy; so
I, TOO indulged in drugs and liquor…
Hating Asiatics, but I LOVE my hittas…
Won’t embrace my brother, but I’ll hug the trigger; I’ve succumbed to living out my mother’s
biggest fear of becoming a…
Broken shell, who’s often ashamed; lost in the pain; tossed in a game with GD’s, ‘Lords, Bloods
and Crips as coaches; I’ve lived with roaches; empty fridge, no groceries…
On top of that? Another eviction posted; momma praying that her kids don’t notice the lights
ain’t on; she’s fiending to feed her demons, so she might stay gone all night; ain’t home to wipe
spilled tears away…
But I’M STILL HERE TODAY, so how can you even TRY to sincerely say that I AIN’T STRONG?
Among these…
Broken shells, with hearts as cold as snow that fell; telling jokes and tales while tobacco
smoke’s inhaled; rapping rhymes to pass the time that’s moving as slow as snails; and I feel
their pain, like it was wrote in Braille; these…
Broken shells that have corroded well past the point of permanent damage; but when you
speak the truth? It’s like your words are mechanics that fix the mind-state, so maybe you can
learn the advantage of living right; but they’re confused, like they heard it in Spanish; these…
Broken shells, who can’t decide which way to go because they don’t…
Know themselves…
Trying to hide in disguises, but all of their cloaks have bells; so as I hear them approach? I tell
them,
“Stop pretending, because I can see the REAL you!”
It’s been revealed through the rage and depression on facial expressions attached to heads
hanging lower than “Strange Fruit”; every neck in the same noose; begging,
“God, PLEASE let these chains loose!”...
And I hate acknowledging my faults…
So I blame you…
For the broken shells…
So many…
Broken shells…
All these…
Broken…
Shells…
LOVE YOU
Love, you must be some type of a joke, more than likely a hoax, and you’re trifling; I hope you
get your license revoked, because you drive me INSANE; and I’m…
Stuck in an active loop that always leads me back to you, so perhaps this new woman I’m
attracted to is probably the same as all of my exes; but…
My heart is just reckless, and it always collides with the train of thought from my logical brain;
so…
Often times, when I’m guiding my aim towards a female? We fail, and I’m so tired of the lies
and the games that I’ve got to complain; but…
My pride is to blame as to why I choose to reside in the flames, and…
You wouldn’t believe the size of the chains that have me tied and restrained to you; because it’s
like I’m…
Hypnotized by the pain, it’s true; you’re like lines of cocaine or an addictive elixir mixed into a
liquid, and cupid’s arrow is the needle lodged in my vein; I…
Despise when your name gets mentioned, because you always gain my attention with all of
your fraudulent claims of being some…
Beautiful prize to attain that arrives in a plane and floats down from the skies like a saint; but…
I know your bright smile just disguises your fangs, and…
If I could ask ONE thing of you?
PLEASE clarify and explain why you’ve sucked me dry; I’ve been drained, and can’t even try to
regain my strength; I’m at my weakest, so…
Whoever reads this? Please get the authorities and tell them that I died; I’ve been slain by love,
and…
If my emotions aren’t lying outside in the rain and mud?
More than likely you’ve decided to hide the remains and gloves, and have already wiped up the
stains of blood; and…
Probably can provide an alibi that contains a witness who’ll verify how the time that you came
to visit shows your location during the crime and you ain’t who did it; so…
They’ll trick the police, and you’ll get to go free; then…
One day their precinct will receive an anonymous tip that my heart’s buried next to a Sycamore
tree…
Hid below weeds…
Inside of a pit, mixed with old leaves…
Love strikes again…
THE COOL KIDS
I guess we’re the cool kids, right?
I mean…
We made it cool to cruise strips, then hit the club with our crew thick…taking group flicks while
we flash knots, then toss back shots with our hats cocked; chewing toothpicks, hoping to dip
with a cute chick that has huge hips; when we aren’t even there for our children to approve
slips for school trips and buy them new kicks or glue sticks for class projects…
We made it cool to view women as objects and degrade them until it was engrained, then there
was no shame in their game when they played men for dollars like preachers; and…
We made it cool to call ourselves “beasts” as if we need collars and leashes…posted on corners
where liquor bottles and weed are the only gods that we need while we practice looking tough,
clutching our crotch…
We made it cool to choose hustling rocks over punching a clock because of our lust for the
“gwop”…leaving our mothers in shock by staying in trouble with cops and busting them shots
for rags, flags, colors and blocks that only claim us as casualties; sadly, we…
Made it cool to cause tragedies and shatter families by clapping heat because we had a beef
due to fallacies that were scattered deep in our mindsets by Willie Lynch; and…
It doesn’t make any sense, but we made it cool to never leave the hood and stay trapped in the
trap passing out packs full of crack; blasting our passionate raps about attacking with straps,
“click-clacking our gats then ransacking your shack” and jacking your stash while wearing all
black with a mask; all in the name of stacking our cash…
We made it cool to sit in the back of the class, rolling up a sack of the herb while we laughed at
the nerds; even though we couldn’t pronounce half of the words in our school books, and…
I guess we thought it was a cool look for our wardrobes to contain pants made by the same
man who ain’t plan for his name brand to be worn by a race that he can’t stand; it’s a shame,
and…
We made it cool to sit in prison for making quick decisions that led to licks and
missions…carrying on this sick tradition, wishing we could switch positions with those we once
called squares and lames…
We made it cool to impale our veins and inhale dope with the frail hopes of finding the BEST
high; yes, I see we…
Even made “the n-word” cool, even though it’s been heard used to knock us down like wrecking
balls since back when we worked fields until our flesh was raw…
But now? We toss it around without playing catch at all…
I guess we’re the cool kids…
Right?
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