Age and youth do not mix
Age is a marriage, a constant companion
Youth is the hot date, the quick fix
Age and youth go to war like opposing foes
Youth strikes without thinking
Age contemplates strategy and battle woes
Youth is spirited, wild and untamed
Age is calculating, reserved, claiming no fame
Youth is swift like the wolf
with lupine grace
Age is slow like the tortoise
moving in a set direction, keeping steady pace
They cannot, will not live forever
Age cares too much, youth is like whatever
Age is benign, youth I beseech
Age knows many things, youth I must teach
It’s a pleasure to try to make them co-exist
Now I’m experiencing them both in betwixt
As I live each day, I’m learning
Age and youth do not mix…
My haters and naysayers sometimes do as much for me as do my friends.
My friends are way too polite to point out my flaws,
but my haters go to great lengths to advertise and expose them all.
My haters and naysayers are efficient, diligent and attentive.
They make me continually search for ways to improve my talent and services.
They would take my accomplishments away from me if they could.
They keep me alert, holding on to what I have,
being more creative; doing everything I should.
They prevent me from becoming lackadaisical, careless and incompetent.
I need that discipline they enforce upon me;
having no accidents.
Haters, naysayers and non-believers have made me a better person,
they have been good to me.
I salute them, I say thank you. Making me the best I can be…
~There is so much good in the worst of us;
and so much bad in the best of us;
that is doesn’t behoove any of us;
to talk about the rest of us.~ unknown
Before the lights go dim or cease to be,
I want to die while you love me.
There’s nothing wrong with growing old together
but with old age memories fade.
I want you to remember the vibrant youngster I was,
Not the shade I became, my hair going gray.
I want you to remember the kisses, nibbles;
every moment spent.
In our love making sessions, the perfume of our sex
wafting like a mint.
The peels of laughter and corny jokes we shared.
The whispered pledges between us, to let
one know the other cared.
I want you to remember me for forever and a day.
The good times, bad times, all times
every day in every way.
You asked why would I want to die while
you love me in our middle years.
If you would die before me, the love would never fade away
but I will be dead inside from all my tears…
Problems, situations, and conflicts will always occur.
It is in the resolution of conflicts that make people stand out.
Every problem can and should be calmed
by talking about the understanding one another needs.
Act with compassion, solving differences; this is what
humanity needs to get along.
Let us talk until there are no more words.
We must explain everything until it is understood.
Be honest until nothing is hidden.
Listen until everything can be said, all doubt is ridden.
Question so that we can know why.
Be fair, so that every everyone’s needs are met;
give it a try.
If there is no communication, there will never be that bond.
If there is no bond, how will be able to get along?
No bond, no friendship, no relationship, no peace.
If we have no peace, how will we be able to love?
If we are not able to love, how can there be an us?
We must learn to get along, we must learn to trust.
We must do this for our family.
If there cannot be peace and love, there can be no us…
From separate ends of the earth we came carrying
our love, our treasures, our laughter, our hearts.
From different ends of the city we came from various
points where we once stood no near yet far apart.
From opposite ends of the world we came bold and overjoyed.
From distinct ends of life we came finding
magic never experienced.
A young girl and a boy, from conflicting houses.
We came to learn to hold each other tight.
From opposite ends of a kiss we came to
stare beneath the stars at night.
From different ends of a heart we smile,
two lives blended together as one.
From separate ends of the universe
we came to shine bright as the sun.
Now that our two opposite heavens have combined,
no more storms, no more traverse skies.
We carry the same love for each other
simply together, simply you and I…
I wait now…
Every day, every evening for your letter.
Your voice, your smile, your hand, your eyes.
Waiting for the officer to say;
“Payne, you have mail to read.”
to ruminate, to laugh, to think…
to contemplate my next reply
but the guard passes my cell.
Now, I’m aching, lonely, waiting, hoping
to hear anything; a joke, a song
an old story about the past.
Then, the guard comes back and says,
“Payne, they have you in the wrong cell.”
your scent, your smell,
your words at last.
I smile, elated; my day has begun…
“In the practice of every way of life and every kind of work, there is a state of mind called that of the deviant. Even if you strive diligently on your chosen path day after day, if your heart is not in accord with it, then even if you think you are on a good path, from the point of view of the straight and true, this is not a genuine path. If you do not pursue a genuine path to its consummation, then a little bit of crookedness in the mind will later turn into a major warp. Reflect on this” this is an excerpt from “The Book of Five Rings” by Miyamoto Musashi-
All of us have stories we have carried around for years about who we are and what we do. Revise and reject any of those currently hampering your progress. Those stories and ideas keep you anchored in the past instead of living in the present.
The more you learn, the more you will challenge those old assumptions. Do not be scared of this, it is okay to let those beliefs from the past go. Once you are able to think from a better perspective, you will see that things you have done in the past was wrong. You will be able to see a positive change in your life. This is called growing up, everything we did in the past was not always correct. We must live and learn. This is a new year and instead of making resolutions we will never keep, it is time we assess our situation and put in the corrections and life style changes necessary to live a happy life.
Brethren, why do we call ourselves everything under the sun but the one thing we are supposed to strive everyday to be: a man. I’ve heard story after story about who used to do what, be this or was that; but in these conversations I never hear “I was a good husband”, “a loving father”, “a doting son”, “caring brother” or a stand-up person: a man.
I’ve parlayed with the pimps, played with the playa’s, hustled with the hustla’s, swapped clips with the gangsta’s, macked with the macs, jacked dope boys for their sacks, and stole from thieves; it didn’t get me any closer to being a man.
Been a brother to the ones who didn’t have a brother, a father figure to the fatherless, and a friend to ones without a friend. Done broke bread with males considered weak, advised those needing advice. Made friends with those which thought of me as their enemy. What did it get me? I grew some, but still wasn’t a man.
Showed love to people who never loved me back, given to those who never even thought of repayment. Was there for friends and loved ones beck and call. Who was there for me when I fell? I stood alone, still a boy.
While standing alone, it dawned on me that those friendships, kinship’s, imitations and participation earned me nothing because although I used every name and moniker I felt I had to be in my dealings and travel, I still was not a man nor did I ever consider myself to be a man.
I showed the ability to provide, be unselfish and generous. Had attributes that was considered honorable; displayed friendship, loyalty and trust. Doing the things that I was supposed to do, things all considered as having respect. But these things were done all under the false pretense of being everything else but a man. These things didn’t make me a man, actually they made me selfish, self-centered and unilateral in my thinking.
So today my brethren, I say, it is time to become a man. We need to stop calling ourselves names we never meant to be. There is a lot in a name! The world respects men, not those boys that are pretending to be a man. Don’t give yourself a name, unless you plan to live the life of that name…
Down a hole like Alice in Chains, you would think I’d give up like I had nothing to gain.
Actually, I flourished, coming quite far. Instead of being an ion, I’m a shooting star.
Where light was dim, it now shines bright.
Once I was low but now have climbed to the maximum height.
Preparation, education and a little hope.
Painted a picture so vivid, you can call me Picasso.
With a chip on my shoulder and a plan in my head,
I’m surprising all the ones who thought I was dead.
Like Incubus, they called me a loser; trying to make me a stat.
Now I’m hitting homes runs, Barry Bonds at bat.
That’s what happens when true motivation, meditation and determination
rides a campaign of change and hope – forming a foundation.
I’m not Obama, the President but a president of something they couldn’t fathom;
Pham stand up, Kings stand up! Kweens, kids, Konscious Kingdom, stand up!!!
Wake up, to our true awareness, physical and mental.
In coming days, in every way, it’s essential.
Never let em’ hold you back, strive for progress. See the bigger picture, never settle for less. Break the atmosphere, go beyond the stratosphere.
Open your mind to the universe, go far instead of near.
Break out the box, that comfort zone in which you stored.
Try something different, time to explore.
The probability of possibilities, you can be more than what you see.
Believe is all I ask, soak in these words, put your trust in me.
If I can do a 180 in the midst of chaos, this abyss; you are free, navigate,
get knowledge and appropriate a can’t miss.
As long as you open your mind, one thought can start a new reality.
We are what we think, kingdom come with me…
We concentrate on the problem but never the solution.
Leaving things open ended, never coming to conclusions.
Big Hero 6’ing, trying to sound amazing when you are only amusing.
Thinking you’re pin pointing the issues while you’re only pointing fingers; accusing.
I need action, words mean nothing to me. Was born in Texas, but today, I’m from Missouri.
We say we want better but do nothing to get it.
Scream we’re for the movement but when it stalls, we quit it.
Tired of listening to your spiels on the struggle when you spit it.
Because when it calls for your participation, you aren’t with it.
Brother please, you’re no activist to me. I once lived in Virginia, but today, I’m from Missouri.
Seen and heard it all from you wannabe’s, all you do is talk.
When the path is traveled, you silently walk.
And that’s why many of you end up outlined in chalk.
Tried to run before you even crawled or walked.
All I’m saying is “wake up”, if you want to impress me. Dallas is my city, but today, I’m from Missouri.
Wondering why I say I’m from Missouri, because it’s the show-me-state.
I don’t like chatter, it’s time for us to demonstrate.
We’ll never get anything by just debating and sitting around.
Time to physically move, putting something down.
Even when the situation is black on black, instead of black and white.
We should be ready to march, speak and sacrifice.
Actions speak louder than words, keep the talk, don’t bore me. Until you all are ready, I’m from Missouri. Show-me!!!