motivation

I Salute You

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

– Thomas D. Payne

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Kingdom Come

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;
setting precedent.
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…

– Thomas D. Payne

The Power Within

Marinate and masticate on this knowledge that I feed.
Know thyself is really the only college you need.
Life lessons being cooked in the pot of your soul.
Hope you get the picture before you’re sent to rot in a hole.
Awaken parts of your brain that remain unused.
Putting pieces back together that had come unglued.
Recognize and realize the potential you harbor.
I know you’re tired, but you can go a little farther.
Put your doubts and insecurities inside of a box.
Close it shut, seal it tight and deadbolt all the locks.
What’s inside of you is true, if only you believe.
Dig deep within yourself and see what you retrieve.
You can create love or hate; choose joy or depression.
Look at the glass half full without a thought or a question.
That’s the beauty of existence; free will is a given.
If you don’t like your situation, then change how you’re livin’.

“For indeed, the Kingdom of God is within you.” – Luke 17:21
– Jah Soul

Get Down

In a letter my homegirl wrote me, she made the statement that she believes it is “hunting season on Black Men” and I agree with that. We are being ostracized and dehumanized daily by the media and sadly, by our own actions. There is a solution that can be enacted to diffuse these acts of genocide.

The first thing they teach a student in the police academy is when you are being fired upon, get down on the ground or crouch behind something. Make yourself as small of a target as possible. This action greatly decreases your chances of being shot. So, since we as Black men are being “hunted”, we must make ourselves as small as a target as possible. How can this be done without looking weak? Through knowledge and education.

We must empower ourselves through the knowledge of self and of life. This will in turn strengthen our spirits and our minds. We will no longer feel as if we are inferior or of a lesser value than our counterparts. This will allow us to instill great morals and principals back into our essence and communities; thus elevating our self-esteem, confidence and morale. It will alter how we look at our selves and life.

An educated man is a respected man. Once we are able to climb to the same level of education as our counterparts, we won’t look to them as being superior or “smarter”. We will carry a higher image of ourselves, which will motivate us to want better for ourselves and the people in our community. Education and knowledge enlightens the mind. Right now, we are blindly walking in to the “cross hairs” of those hunting us.

Remember, before they can begin to hunt us, they have to make us look worthy of being hunted. The more despicable and malevolent they make us look, the easier it is to hunt us. The crazier and more ignorant we act, the easier it becomes for them to pick us off.  We must strive to make ourselves look less repulsive so we can look less “killable”.

Let us carry ourselves with dignity and respect. Let us walk a higher path than what we are currently on. We need to stop walking right in the line of fire. Get Down!!!

– Jah Soul

Moments of Motivation

Situations will arise that will put tears in your eyes.

Silent cries to the skies, sing’em like lullabies.

When you rise off your knees, feel the peace that surrounds your inner spirit;

you will know when you feel it. Yeah, that’s the joy that you’ve found.

You’ve been bound to the devil, been a rebel for years,

still trying to shift your life but keep stripping the gears.

It appears it’s all in vain, can’t let go of the game.

Got used to the pain and stopped trying to change.

You’ve been hit with Novocaine, Cocaine and Night Train

taking over your brain, now you can’t feel a thing.

Trying not to go insane…

Damn, your world is so dark,

I see you need a light, so let me give you a spark.

Close your eyes for a second, try to see with your heart.

HE will give you what you need, just keep doing your part.

Start reaching for the stars and climb out of the gutter.

Time to clean up your life; yeah, get rid of that clutter…

– Jah Soul

Transitions

The Darkness

The Pain

The Anger

The Frustration

The Sorrow

The Suffering

The Tears

The Struggle

The Fight

The Determination

The Hope

The Strength

The Climb

The Ascension

The Light

The Freedom

The Joy

The Peace

… The Victory…

– Jah Soul

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

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

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

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