Thursday, June 1, 2023
Bond Denied
Bond Denied.
Woke up early in the morning, said my prayers read some inspiration.
Chakras aligned, spirit high, I just knew good news I’ll be facing.
I called my mom for the results, the bad news hit me like boom.
I’m in so much disbelief, tears rolled down my eyes.
It’s so hard talking to my love ones; I know a man isn’t supposed to cry.
With freedom nowhere in sight, feel like I’m going to die.
I’m trying to pull myself together, I’ll get another try.
At the time I’m reading Malcolm X, he talking about the books he read in prison.
Now I’m trying to read every real history book, but I’m not trying to go to prison.
I was doing great and done so much right, I don’t know how I got here.
This is God’s plan, so I can’t have no fear.
I’m still trying to pull myself together, & reset my mind.
If it wasn’t for my sister, Tee, my mom & my son, I’d been done lost my mind.
I’m working on being the best man I can be, preparing for the next.
I hope I fulfill my destiny, & get The Most High message like a text.
-Grade A Cue
Bleeding From Our Roots
There's a war inside,
We're searching for the truth,
All the sins of the past,
This tree family tree,
Each of we are the leaves,
When we die how we lived,
What will be a reality?
The moral of this story is still impending,
I said the mural tells a story each color is blending,
So here's a portal make it plural,
My views are bending,
And separating my immortal,
My soul has been rending,
This isn't venting implementing,
A type of behavior,
To put it simply magnifying,
Alittle to say tha',
While typing every letter drafted,
To future old haters,
Who knew my roots were underground
YouTuber get labeled,
A sack of Idaho potatoes,
All eyes on this yayo,
Who dope as me?
Kelly Jordan,
Keep spitting your fables,
I flip tables times tables,
Then stack 'em like Legos,
A mako swimming through the water,
I eat when I'm able,
My verses fatal dichotomy,
Minds have been lost as sodomy,
They're bleeding from our roots
How they do,
Or did astrology,
Was written as a curse to dispurse,
Paegan that constantly,
Get burt up by mistake witches why?
Wiki ain't fond of me,
They're on ta' me,
Seen H-DOT talent,
Wordplay skills,
Resent with malice,
Clips of bonzi trees I sieze,
The future shook me,
Where's the leaves?
Dare ta' speak,
My mind so fluent,
Javascript my main influence,
Bleeding From Our Roots,
The truth it's,
Penned,
In hearts my art is too,
Artist drew,
With angles used,
On charter ships,
What knots to use?
Nautical,
Ya'll not as cool,
As Kelly probably logic cool,
Logic cool as artic too,
See latitude and longitude,
Bit mapping,
Marvelous displays,
For modern man,
On mobile tools,
Molecules,
Get micromanaged,
Bleeding From Our Roots though damaged,
Canvas after canvas my creative juices,
Lose its uses,
Who this clueless?
Twisted rubicks cube,
In Cuban smoke conducive,
To let bygones,
Titans,
Clashing for my conscience,
Seems elusive,
Bleeding From Our Roots,
And viewed with,
Golden goggles,
Introduced in-tentional,
Spread tentacles,
Indoctrination,
Breeds confusion,
There's a war inside,
We're searching for the truth,
All the sins of the past,
We're bleeding from our roots,
This tree family tree,
Each of we are the leaves,
When we die how we lived,
What will be a reality?
There's a war inside,
We're searching for the truth,
All the sins of the past,
We're bleeding from our roots,
This tree family tree,
Each of we are the leaves,
When we die how we lived,
What will be a reality?
-Kelly Ephraim Benjamin Jordan
The Warrior
Her eyes shone like gleaming armor;
The deafening silence froze everyone;
But she was calm and not undone.
The maids tried to bring her to tears;
But she smiled, applauded ‘n’ cheered;
His defiance,courage, bravery ‘n’ feats;
For he couldn’t face humiliating defeat.
Alas!! tears trickled by her red cheeks;
As it struck her like the silver streak,
That he would not be there anymore;
The pang broke her heart and it tore.
Slowly the flowered cortege weaned;
People from roof-tops ‘n’ walls leaned,
Then she realized ...she wasn’t alone;
For in the people's eyes respect shone.
Bugles were sounded; gunshots fired;
All filed past him in and came upto her,
She was proud to be Warrior's widow;
People praised him in fields; meadows.
By
Ashok Malli.
From “Soul Stirring Sonnets “
ALLOW MY WORDS TO RESONATE
Persistence is key, I know this for a fact
Please let me be your main source of inspiration
When it comes to learning new skills from me, perceive it as education
I always work my hardest, I generate progress each day
No matter how desperate my situation becomes, I tell myself I'll be ok
Each day I try to transform into the best version of myself
This ensures I remain strong when it comes to my mental health
Since recovering from stage three cancer, I have this unique way I choose to see life
I am still here, my mind is so clear, no matter what, I know I'll survive
I possess so much gratitude, each day that passes I decide to reflect
Any negativity that tries to break in, my initial response is to deflect
I've struggled and I've suffered, I've been tortured by depression
It taught me to remain strong under pressure and made an immediate impression
I'm getting closer to my target, I'm striving for perfection
Forward steps are helping to guide me in the right direction
Positivity flows through my body and my mind
I'm on the trail of my illness and I'm not too far behind
I'm positive, I'm dedicated and I'm full of ambition
My main attribute is that I'm a master tactician
When people hear my poetry, I hope they can relate
Allow my words to resonate and aide your mental state
Before I entered my recovery, I was depressed and I was broken
I eventually found my inner strength and a warrior was woken
-Liam Kennedy
We Build Towers
We build towers
out of bits and debris of hopes and dreams
until they surpass us
and collapse beneath our feet.
I said before
but I am Rapunzel.
-clw
C. Ward
Take Me
I woke feeling I was in Van Morrison’s
song, Take Me Back. I woke from dreams
of Mom doing our laundry with the wife,
Ruth, of our landlord in their basement
on Mondays and hanging the clothes
outside with wooden clothespins
and watching the clothes blow in the wind
drying sometimes fast, sometimes slow.
And everyone was alive, felt, seemed
real and I knew, then, I was dreaming
wondering what such a dream might
mean and I lingered in bed on the border
of waking and dreaming, torn between
the desire for each. Dad asking, “A little
more coffee?” and now I am up, making
my coffee wondering where that voice
came from and thinking from the grave
which is six hours from here and how
even the voice of a ghost cannot carry
that far and think I must have slipped
in time, that no dream can hold such
reality and I look outside to see the clothes
on the clothesline and see nothing.
Sigh, sip my coffee, see the signs that
I have slipped out of that time into
what now is mine and whisper, “Take
me back. Take me way back. . .”
-Byron Hoot
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