Who can keep me motivated when I already jumped off the cliff?
Living after attempted suicide, and tell me I still have a journey when my body is stiff?
Paralyzed by my past, ready to bury my future,
Stitching up my emotions, the words of my diary within this suture.
Ciggarettes that are killing me, Homocide,
Inhaling the pollution of this world,
My ears and eyes contaminated by the toxins of what the government hides.
A population full of symptoms, yet doctors with empty diagnosis,
Self medicating our children with the unmoral dosages.
Accepting lies in order to cope,
controlled by a system, helpless minorities weak off dope.
They fed our hoods crack to fill the gaps of our relation to the undeveloped country they said we came from,
I came from my mothers womb, Can I escape back to that kingdom?
Black men being shot into the casket by another "Nigga",
Endearment isn't in the souls of the man holding the trigger.
Men writing Dear Dad from jail to their step dad in prison,
We thought we found freedom after the march,
Only to find our brothers missing,
They discovered a sentence before they became proficient in their vocabulary,
If we came along way from slavery, are we minorities through arbitrary?
Welts turned into bullet holes, Tears within our blood,
My ancestors didn't escape for this,
I swear they tired to flush out my people during that flood,
Yet they wiped away their cries, soaked up the media's replies,
Yet nobody asked for their opinion,
They say we have freedom of speech,
Yet the white man isn't hearing.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Monday, July 11, 2011
AN OLD POEM I WROTE IN 2002
Yawn after yawn,
Sleep after dawn,
Not the physical sleep but i am tired of this lawn.
They say the grass is greener on the other side,
I've been all over these hills, I believe a traveler once lied.
Maybe he was color blind and couldn't truly depict the green,
Or maybe its not the color, the green has symbolization and a new mean,
In the Middle ages, it represented evil and the dark side of life,
So now I'm confused who would journey off to strife,
Or maybe it represents exactly what we've been taught,
The other side is greener, or it can be just a thought.
Because if the traveler went to the other side,
when did the less greener side decide,
its fact its a better life outside the borders they reside.
Did the man across in the greener land,
Leave his place of happiness to allow smiles to expand,
That must be a great man, to leave where he dreamed to be,
to step back into his past, and face the life we all still surround to see.
Giving the news, To follow his shoes,
In both sides he walked where he found victory but now risk to lose,
There is only one other side to choose.
Its like heaven or hell, and we stand in the midst to have a story to tell,
the green said isn't hell, its where all the people are in mediocre not bad not well.
So is Jesus that man, that came to this less greener side,
Gave us commandments and a book to guide,
I walk gracefully to this greener side, and God will judge my path.
I am going to the greener side, because i am tired of living a life of wrath.
This land is for sell, the devil plans to buy it out,
I am walking to the other side, God's greener land i devout,
The grass is greener on the other side, my whole life is my route,
I am believing in this side, A just stance is my doubt,
I am following the one that is on the greener side,
The man who made it sprout.
Sleep after dawn,
Not the physical sleep but i am tired of this lawn.
They say the grass is greener on the other side,
I've been all over these hills, I believe a traveler once lied.
Maybe he was color blind and couldn't truly depict the green,
Or maybe its not the color, the green has symbolization and a new mean,
In the Middle ages, it represented evil and the dark side of life,
So now I'm confused who would journey off to strife,
Or maybe it represents exactly what we've been taught,
The other side is greener, or it can be just a thought.
Because if the traveler went to the other side,
when did the less greener side decide,
its fact its a better life outside the borders they reside.
Did the man across in the greener land,
Leave his place of happiness to allow smiles to expand,
That must be a great man, to leave where he dreamed to be,
to step back into his past, and face the life we all still surround to see.
Giving the news, To follow his shoes,
In both sides he walked where he found victory but now risk to lose,
There is only one other side to choose.
Its like heaven or hell, and we stand in the midst to have a story to tell,
the green said isn't hell, its where all the people are in mediocre not bad not well.
So is Jesus that man, that came to this less greener side,
Gave us commandments and a book to guide,
I walk gracefully to this greener side, and God will judge my path.
I am going to the greener side, because i am tired of living a life of wrath.
This land is for sell, the devil plans to buy it out,
I am walking to the other side, God's greener land i devout,
The grass is greener on the other side, my whole life is my route,
I am believing in this side, A just stance is my doubt,
I am following the one that is on the greener side,
The man who made it sprout.
When I Found You,
When I Found you,
I discovered I was slowly slipping away
Drowned within your words, And when I finally
recovered myself, I still wanted you to stay.
When I Found you,
Before then I was searching for one to complete me,
I Lost who I was in my quest and now I am more empty.
When I Found you,
I found what I was missing, then I lost another piece to my puzzle, And now in the back of my mind with you i'm reminiscing. I thought I took a step forward, but in the process gaining you had a weight on me, heavy stress on my shoulders, yet that brought you down on one knee.
When I Found you,
I didn't know I'll be standing at this alter, Fighting for my self I used to be a defaulter. Now the ring is on my finger, and in the ring I still fight myself, I am sick of searching for my cure, yet I am only damaging my health.
When I Found you,
I wondered how far we will go, You surpassed my judgement, But where am I? I don't know. I'm clueless to that woman standing next to you in that frame, You keep calling her Sarah, I take it we have the same name.
When I Found you,
I never thought I'd be this lost, I ask God to help me, But it's like I keep my fingers crossed. A ring is still on my left hand, But I try to grasp myself with the right, I barely notice this side of me, Now I'm losing you, and you both become an absentee.
When I Lost you,
I Found what I forgotten, Reminded me of where I begun, Ripening what was Rotten. I Can't spoil the end of my search, That's because I sit still, Content where I am, Will I find him again? Maybe I will, But right now I am Located within myself, I written a biography and it's on the top shelf.
For if I Find another, I will always be reminded who I am and was, for when we become Us, Who I am is what I still possess.
By The Written Face, Sarah L. Currie-Lewis
I discovered I was slowly slipping away
Drowned within your words, And when I finally
recovered myself, I still wanted you to stay.
When I Found you,
Before then I was searching for one to complete me,
I Lost who I was in my quest and now I am more empty.
When I Found you,
I found what I was missing, then I lost another piece to my puzzle, And now in the back of my mind with you i'm reminiscing. I thought I took a step forward, but in the process gaining you had a weight on me, heavy stress on my shoulders, yet that brought you down on one knee.
When I Found you,
I didn't know I'll be standing at this alter, Fighting for my self I used to be a defaulter. Now the ring is on my finger, and in the ring I still fight myself, I am sick of searching for my cure, yet I am only damaging my health.
When I Found you,
I wondered how far we will go, You surpassed my judgement, But where am I? I don't know. I'm clueless to that woman standing next to you in that frame, You keep calling her Sarah, I take it we have the same name.
When I Found you,
I never thought I'd be this lost, I ask God to help me, But it's like I keep my fingers crossed. A ring is still on my left hand, But I try to grasp myself with the right, I barely notice this side of me, Now I'm losing you, and you both become an absentee.
When I Lost you,
I Found what I forgotten, Reminded me of where I begun, Ripening what was Rotten. I Can't spoil the end of my search, That's because I sit still, Content where I am, Will I find him again? Maybe I will, But right now I am Located within myself, I written a biography and it's on the top shelf.
For if I Find another, I will always be reminded who I am and was, for when we become Us, Who I am is what I still possess.
By The Written Face, Sarah L. Currie-Lewis
Thursday, June 30, 2011
THEWRITTENFACE-SARAH CURRIE-LEWIS: MY FANPAGE
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MY FANPAGE
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