Month: September 2014

As the World Turns (Upside Down)

Subliminal mind games being skillfully played on the masses.

Bottles of barbiturates given so the minds are more like molasses.

Billboards and blow-up dolls can be found on every block and a dollop of a sexy trollop

will cause the men to flock.

Laced with lies for so long that it’s what we most expect, while morals and principals

are something we don’t respect.

Promiscuous princesses prancing around in place, waiting patiently for perverted

pedophiles to finally give chase.

Children of color dying for reasons not yet shown, being vilified like men,

although they’re not grown.

Down the rabbit hole I go. I wonder what land I’m in.

Where it’s weird to have a good heart, but cool to live in sin

and gangsta’s are continuously glorified, immortalized and praised.

So I ask the question mama, why isn’t this how I was raised?

If bad boys get all the babes, what’s the point of changing over?

Everyone around me is inebriated, so why do I remain sober?

The battle of Cain and Abel; am I my brothers keeper?

Physically we’re growing stronger, spiritually we’re growing weaker.

This world has become peculiar, a testament of times to come.

I just hope it’s some good ones left when it’s all said and done…

– Jah Soul

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Mistaken Identity

I wonder, who is this creature? I recognize his features,

but I can’t place him, my memories can taste him.

Lapping at his existence, resistant, but I’m still fishing.

What is it I am missing? His eyes seem to despise me.

It might be, that he’s just like me. Nah, highly unlikely.

Cause I can see evil churning, burning, looking for an outlet

but it can’t get out yet.

He’s always watching, scheming, plotting.

Waiting, baiting, what is he debating?

Where did he come from? He doesn’t act dumb.

Very intelligent, but somehow irrelevant.

He doesn’t use common sense as a sense.

He only acts on emotions, a chaotic devotion.

His anger keeps him in danger, an enemy to his own entity.

I’m glad he’s not kin to me.

But as I take a closer look, I’m shook.

This creature is not apart from me,

he’s part of me…

– Jah Soul

Special Delivery

Where do I start?  It’s been six years, I miss you woman, you’re still my heart.

Tell Grandma to stop trippin’, I love her too.  She always get’s much respect,

but this one right here is for you.

Many things has happened since you went away, I’m missing your guidance

and advice on a day to day.

Sometimes I still cry, yeah, can’t lie I do.  Try as I might, I have no one like you.

No one understands me but Pennie’s starting to be on that page.

Yes, we’re together, you said don’t point the finger if you’re guilty.

Comprehension comes with age…

Trying to hold the family together, Mama, it’s hard as hell.

My voice is losing authority the more I dwell in this cell.

Vinnie writes consistently, Jay and the girls stay in touch

Nette is doing okay but we don’t talk that much.

I made you a promise, just know I won’t quit or let up.

You had confidence I could do it so I will keep my head up.

Life ain’t perfect, you weren’t perfect either, still I respect what you did.

All the love you gave me, I passed along to my kids.

Speaking of, Icy is a young woman, now beautiful and mild.

Tae is doing well, working hard, got a little girl. Yes, your great- grandchild.

Pennie was relaying at visit something Icy put her through.

We both laughed out loud saying, “You know what Linda would do”.

We laughed even louder because the answer, we already knew.

Your parenting may have been unorthodox, but still I say “thank you”.

You were a kid trying to raise a kid, did the best you could.

Trying to get your life in order, you weren’t superb, but still it was good.

All the good times we had, I replay them and won’t forget.

Out of nothing you made something, we enjoyed it, would never fret.

You were more than a mother; my sister, confidant and friend.

Before I was able to get back to you, it has come to an end.

Yeah, I’m crying again… My feelings I can’t hide.

Remember you said, sometimes let it go. Never keep it bottled inside.

Hah! Didn’t think I was listening, I was. Now, I’m convinced.

My book and streets gave way to common sense.

Smile, indeed it took a second. I know it’s a major growth spurt,

I’m sorry you can’t see it in person.

Oh, Obama didn’t need your vote, he won in a landslide.

Now he’s in his second term, showing gray, he can’t hide.

What else? We had a family reunion, yes our side, heard it was nice.

No griping, no complaining, no snags, no fights.

Hmmm, must of been no drinks outside of sodas or any smoke.

Guess people buried the hatchets, letting old grudges go.

Anyway, just catching you up, you are missed and still needed.

Haven’t forgot anything you told me, even when you scolded me, I needed it.

Wish you had received my last card and letter that Mother’s Day.

But you moved on, so I take time now to say…

You are appreciated…then, now, through and through.

Gone but never forgotten, I will always love you.

P.S. By the way, tell Grandma to stop fussing and cussing – The Cowboys won today…

– Thomas D. Payne

Rude Awakening

This poem was created by a young brother who happened to become my cell mate.  I immediately noticed his talent, but his focus and vision was unpolished.  After some meaningful conversations between us, he handed me this jewel.  I would love to share it with the Kingdom.  This young Prince goes by the name of Quala T…

It’s a cold world that we are living in, brothers killing brothers over dividends.

Our sistah’s being robbed of their innocence

and we are the ones to blame, but we act like we’re innocent.

We are supposed to be leaders, but we are followers

because we done let the street devour us.

I guess it’s all over for the Black man

and I can’t take that back. It’s reality, the facts stand…

All we know is robbery and homicide

and homie, you ain’t real if you ain’t down to ride.

Don’t we realize we’re making mama tired?

Take a look in her eyes, can’t you tell that she’s no longer inspired?

Mama, I apologize for everything, but I was hooked on fast cash and Mary Jane

and other supplements that I won’t dare to blame.

I know my father’s disappointed on the fact that I bear his name.

And we’re supposed to be our brother’s keeper…

Instead of dragging them out the water, we just pull them deeper.

Yet, we walk around like we are righteous;

pay attention to my words, common sense is priceless.

We fall victim to our circumstance, fail to use our minds

then wonder why they say we don’t deserve a chance.

They locked us up and threw away the key;

mentally, physically and emotionally they made us weak.

– Quala T

Conversion of a Conversation

This brother greeted me saying, “what’s up cuzz?”

I dropped my head in shame, not because I didn’t know who he was

but because my past haunts me no matter what I do.

They see me creepin’ Georgetown down wearing blue.

Don’t have a clue where I been, what I’ve been through or how I’ve changed.

My new outlook or philosophy, therefore, knowledge I’ve gained.

Ask me what’s cracking now, I only crack a smile

knowing I was once like them, in need of guidance, a lost child.

Upon choosing my new path, became a traveler of time and space.

Deciding to uplift my people, shifting the negative influence out of the race.

Coming face to face with the demons that prodded and those I created

so now when I hear, “what’s up cuzz?”, really it sounds silly…we ain’t related…

– Thomas D. Payne

The Reformation

A hard shelled exterior, so they call you a nut.

Ran from your sexuality, from fear of being a slut.

So many scars on your heart, from being broken and stitched.

No wonder you have an attitude, and they think of you as a bitch.

You’ve been purposely pimped and played,

dramatically dragged through the mud.

Dropped you off in the depths of hell, and somehow you still show us love.

Your courage has has been contaminated, siphoned the strength from your soul.

Chilled the warmth that was in your smile

and left your heart bitter and cold.

So many wounds you have valiantly endured by the hands that were meant to protect.

Called you derogatory names for so long,

eventually, thats what you began to project.

What did they do to your spirit?

I can’t stand how they left you.

So I strive to become a better man myself

because that’s the only way I can protect you.

– Jah Soul

No Answers

Why, can we put a man on the moon and make the guilty pay, but we can’t stop world hunger

or find a cure for AIDS?

Why are we always in a cross about this thing called religion, are we not searching for the same thing

whether Muslim, Jew or Christian?

Why has the country been at war for the past fourteen years, over a presidents lie, people die

while their loved ones shed tears.

Why are people now getting upset about the economy?  Is it because big business and

corporations are now losing money?

Why does it cost more to incarcerate and less to educate me, but you won’t help me go to college

instead, you’d rather lock me up and throw away the key?

Why does America want other governments to fold, becoming democracies, when these

people have lived this way for centuries before the United States was a country?

Why didn’t the government fix the levees they predicted would fail if New Orleans got hit

by a storm like Katrina, now these folks have no home, no city or can’t get paid by

insurance or help by FEMA?

Why are Blacks underrepresented in the social landscape, over represented in the courts,

minorities in the business professions but a majority in entertainment and sports?

Why does it feel we are not rising out of our plight but sinking deeper, can I be my brothers

keeper instead of his reaper?

Why when the rich prosper, the laws in effect are all good; but when they lose money, laws

change, affecting the trailer parks and the hood?

Why when Sri Lanka got hit by the tsunami, we sent over a hundred mil in aid, but on the

home front, we can’t find the money to help our elders pay for medical aid?

Why was it so easy to find Sadaam, the leader of a whole country, but couldn’t discover

Bin Laden in almost forever who only commands a small army?

Why when I write lines like this, pointing out Black and White issues, they call me a bigot?

What? No one loves the truth anymore? Why can’t I just be a realist?

– Thomas D. Payne

All or Nothing

Jah was challenged by his wife to write about things that go beyond reflections of “self”.  The first subject he was challenged to write about was about “nothing”.  In true Jah fashion, he managed to turn nothing into something…here is Jah Soul’s interpretation of “nothing”

If everything perished would “nothing” exist?

Or, are they two symbiotic entities,

one needing the other for it’s own survival?

If everything always was, when was nothing manifested?

Is it possible that nothing came in to fruition

when we, the observer, perceived it?

Thus, causing it to usurp everything’s place in reality?

Nothing.

The eternal parent of our existence and the space where

ideas and dreams are conceived.

No thing materially, but

every thing potentially.

It is in “nothing” that we can truly discover

everything…

– Jah Soul

Enigmatic Love Affair

I am so enthused when I see you, I’m past enthusiastic.

Your beauty I’m a fan of, so call me a fanatic.

Those eyes take my breath away, making me asthmatic.

Your kiss is the ecstasy that keeps me ecstatic.

Your charm and charisma are beyond charismatic.

This romance we play at, is super romantic.

Being that we’ve weathered the drama and extreme dramatics,

finally comfortable with our status, there’s no static.

With us, it’s love; mania that leaves me manic, knowing

you are my galaxy, my world that’s galactic.

No silly games, calling of names, no antics; we’ve grown over

the years, together or apart, no panic.

God has a plan, we couldn’t see the true schematics.

Though at times it seemed it would fail contact; sporadic.

Now we’ve bounced back; I’m elated, really ecstatic.

We are an unmovable force together, we create havoc.

What we’ve been through and experienced, I wouldn’t

change it, let no other have it.

This love is real between us, no fantasy but fantastic…

– Thomas D. Payne

Damaged Goods

They compared me to the devil and called me Satan

but now I’m saving many people with the lyrics I’m making.

Thought that I had disappeared but I was dodgin’ those demons

guarding my semen from gold diggers plottin’ and schemin’.

Everything has a meaning so I took it in stride, swallowed my pride

and tried to keep my eyes on the prize.

Look…

So many lies are being aimed at our brains

folk tales and fantasies are replacing the chains

makin’ it rain but it can’t cover the pain

steady scrubbin’ the stain but it still remains.

You want change for a counterfeit dollar,

how can I lead you to the promised land if you won’t follow?

What’s the use of givin’ chase if you won’t keep the pace?

You’ll watch it from the sideline but won’t get in the race.

If you retrace all the steps I took, you’ll see how

they turned an honest man into a crook…

– Jah Soul