A prayer honoring the ancestors, whenever the lost fruits of the African roots come together in celebration.
When the Black Woman weeps, it is not because she is weak, it is because her pain lies River deep and some secrets, she must keep…
I Am Black History…Coal Black, Blue Black, Brown Black, Red Black, Yellow Black, and White Black, all the colors come from me…
Imagine a Perfect World, music will fill the air and all diseases will disappear, taking greed and selfishness with it…
She Devil purposely omitted from the history books even though her mark and victims are unmatched…
Beware of Trickery it can be a powerful weapon use to divide people…
Hear my words Lord, for she is worthy as you already know, please accept this personal prayer!.
Spiritual Romancing: We may have never touched still every time I think of you, I blush and get a rush…
" Say rap Word Bird rap, until they hear your wings flap and smack ignorance to the ground, as truth gets downs and draws a crowd!
Keep Rising, no matter the opposition or competition…You are destined to succeed...
Most Survivors should receive the “I Will Never Give Up Award” …
If they knew in advance that death was going to make a mass appearance on American Soil, people should have been told.
Only You Lord will convince her heart that she has so much more to do, before she comes see you...
I wanted to give it all to Him, until I saw the predated monuments, saw the manuscripts, the temples of those who came before, Him…
This Little Black Tree, torn from its roots, stripped of all, somehow stood tall and would not fall...
Throughout history many people have taken the route of indifference. They have felt comfortable in the I-Don’t-Want-To-Know-Zone…
When men learn from someone who speaks in the Language of Men, listening and learning and growing, is always possible.
When men are lifted, God is pleased... On this day All We Seek is Just a Little Respect.
The children are watching, the ancestors are weeping, and the spirits keep repeating: Where Has All the Greatness Gone?
Let the Spirit Go and hear the heavenly applauds in your soul… Dance for Jesus, Dance for the Weepers, Dance for Mother Africa, and Dance like the Ancient of Old.
Through Mama's, I judged you like she did like, and all those others who didn’t understand you did...
For Adults only because Verbal Hoes unlocks the juices of the hidden thoughts of pleasure…
Stirring...Stirring, in my soul, something special and powerful is coming to the surface of my consciousness.
We are the silent, we are the few, we are in high places and operate out of low places…We dress in Blue and other colors too, Defiant Eyes are on the rise.
Left in stones, carves in stones are the written history of an ancient people whose descendants have been perpetually lied to…
Across the waters, by the millions my people came bound in chains, where many of them did not survive...
It only takes a moment for God to change everything…Maybe Tonight, will be the time where many of your personal fears disappear, and the Real You appears.
With every sip I see you slipping into darkness with glass in hand and bottle trying to withstand the assault on its contents...
That Word shakes the grave of the ancestors who were beaten and killed by angry mobs who refuse to see them as humans…Fight the urge and stop using That Word.
Temptress it was you and that Haunting Voice who led me on journeys to the other worlds inside this world....
Scattered old trees with lifeless eyes, weary bodies, drugged up bodies, sitting in agony, sitting in loneliness, in a crowded room, with TV blaring and no one caring, or really watching…
It is not a mistake that People of Color can’t and won’t find time to Honor the history, sacrifices, and contributions of their race with fervor...
Stay Awoke because it should not be a crime to feed truth to the mind...
They were loved, they were cherished, a Prison Cell did not cause their demise and they loved life too much to commit suicide... Remembering their names.
Spirit led and they must be fed, this is my poetic resume, for inquiring mind who would like to hire someone with my type of fire for some of their events...My skills are real.
We the men of common sense stand with you, scream with you at all the flaws in these laws that seeks to govern your life…
Every now and then a Human Flower will appear and mesmerize the eyes, this is an eyewitness, poetic report: One of the flowers has left the garden.
Steven Ezekiel Newton: A Man of God and a man used by God, to fight for the Church, to uplift the people with every sermon, with every fiber of his mind and body...God smiles at the likes of him.
Name any war inside and outside this country and you find that Black men Were There Too... Fighting with a fierceness and determination, even when acknowledgments of their heroic went unrewarded or never recorded... Written for their descendants.
Fight For Truth... Cancel Culture does not favor those who are being left out of history because their stories are deemed unworthy or to painful to tell truthfully.
Umoja is the first Kwanzaa principle because unity is vital for survival and strength and growth is one of the rewards, for following this principle.
Ode To My Lord is a tribute to JESUS because the name, for so many people, has Power attached to it...I bare witness.
Aren't You Tired Too are the thoughts and feelings of one who is not afraid to speak his mind all the time.
Tell the people that Race fights are Waste fights, that only feeds evil's seed...God is Watching!
PEACE is the only solution to stop the Makers of War and their Death Toys...
I promise you Lord that I will no longer participate in my own destruction in any form... A poetic declaration to my Higher Power.
Blind Submission strangled my dreams and turned my days into nightmares...
Love has a known enemy...Tranquility Killers seek to disturb the peace with memories of pain seeking an outlet...Take heed my pen bleeds...
The African dungeons, a place where the History Books have purposely omitted the atrocities that took place for over five hundred year…
Middle Passage... The Waters Still Weep and every now and then the lost souls and the unknown souls, unify and rise the tides...
Voter Suppression... A devious, calculated, attempt to persuade, intimidate, individuals and groups to not vote for candidates of their choice…
Truth Telling should be the beginning words that come out the mouth of every man/woman/child, that is not afraid of those who benefit from living and telling lies...
All your life they have said you couldn't do it...I knew you would because you have always been special... A testimony of endurance.
Some of us are Thankful Everyday, not just on holidays and birthday...When we wear the smile it is not a mask that won't last...
Hollow heart, hollow soul, life is too warm to exist in the cold...
Every title is vital in the work-force, this is to honor those who are about to retire, even if the acknowledgments sometimes get lost
The Fear is Real and the Blame Game keeps shifting for those responsible for this global outbreak...Covid 19 is running amuck and no nation is safe.
When it comes to Black Solidarity Day many people's response is Celebrate What? A typical answer that will continue to stifle the true potential of being unified...
The Human Spirit… Always in Rise up mode, always in surviving mode, always seeking to keep dreams alive on the inside of the mind…
May these words find the eyes that inspired them...Admiration for all the people that made a difference without even knowing it in my life and the life of others...
They Made Them Watch…So may untold stories and need to be told stories…I Am only a vessel.
Supposed your ancestors didn’t make it, Jesus didn’t make it, you didn’t make it? Something to Think About...
I took these words from the sounds bouncing off the wind, looking to land and find someone who really gives-a-damn, about life and human rights for every one.
The Dance Floors of Life hasn't always played your favorite tunes...Take a moment and reflect on your life...
My mission was given to me in my mother's womb... At a tender age I knew, I grew and began to understand, what the mission was: Teach, Reach, Preach and if necessary disturb the Pretend Peace.
Hope’s door built from countless tears of those who feel helpless, and powerless from watching, from hearing, that nothing can be done to save their loved one
Thank you for lending an ear, lending your precious time, to hear the concerns of my open heart...
It's in the air...It's everywhere...This is a day of love... Enjoy it and don't let anyone destroy it... Let Valentine's day be every day.
The core of your HEART can make an Angel smile... Seeds like you are Special, you are without trying to be an inspiration...This is a poetic dedication
It’s not about them, it’s about me, and I am stepping forward because greatness is getting tired of waiting on me…
Special Seeds are a special breed, sent among us, to remind us, that the world was created for everyone not just some...
Prophet Man the time is ripe humanity is losing its fight with life, death and destructions is now accepted as part of our daily productions...
Hear my waters is a poetic testimony of one who has accepted his gifts to create and share the waters in my soul.
Simeon Guilds... Spiritual men , Former Bad Boys, now working in their Golden Years for the Kingdom of God...
Hear me lord there is too much water in my soul and you know I can't swim...
Mind Control is not a Myth people are being programmed to disassociate from decency and equal treatment of others, like the movie Manchurian Candidate, We should be alarmed by who has been effected.
Ego leading led to bleeding the heart and love leaving the vicinity on the express train, I am Going to miss you... A Testimony...
Search the Black Hole of your mind because in that darkness, the light of truth is waiting to grow...No matter what you been through you are a Walking Planet. You are greater than you shown, its time to let it be known.
This year in particular has been tough on many people throughout the planet... A year of regeneration is at the top of this poet list. I seek to do more than survive, I seek to rise...
When loved ones are taken before their time it can lead to constant grief, constant disbelief and hard to find mental peace... May these words comfort the heart and relax the mind, because God is still in charge.
A Particular Article was written in 1712 or was it yesterday? It made me think about the plight and the current life and struggles of Black People, it also made my pen weep.
Children are like Little Lambs that should be protected, from hands that don't give a damn. My words seek to fight for them...
Inside the soul is the epicenter where the mind is searching for the divine to reunite fully with the body.
Please accept this small token of words that were spirit led because of the wonderful things that your loving eyes revealed about you...
Attack the word carrier because it may distract him from bringing those powerful messages to the people who need them most...
RENTING has been calling even when you been spiritually crawling...⁴h No more options, no more excuses, it's time to answer the call.
Blood in the Sand... The sand is filled with the DNA of the ancestors who survived the horrors of the Middle Passage, the beatings and inhumane treatments of their flesh by their captors...
The Words " All Men Are Created Equal", are once again under attack from a Wave of Hate, that refuses to accept these words as true.
I knew you were special and I hope you realize too, that's why I asked the poet to write this poem just for you...
There is a Spiritual Movement happening throughout the globe, the signs are being uncovered and discovered...Truth is tired of being diluted and polluted.
Our neighborhoods… Shun by many, often neglected and never selected or giving a recovery plan, because many outside our neighborhoods don’t give-a damn…
Out of Africa came the Spirit of Life that traveled and grew to every part of the planet... The Cradle of Civilization began here on this continent.
We know who you really are and your actions have had an impact and effect on the lives of many people... Your parade of masks are no longer working and some are seeing the real you..
Bird Keeper… Repaired my wings, cleared my eyes, and fed me in the physical, in the Spirit, and in the mind…
When you have been betrayed by love, abused by love, people find it hard to trust again... True love can always find you, some people never learn to recognize it...Don't close your heart.
Learning how to enhance your thoughts has proven to be a link to the next level of thinking, where peace of mind is consistent.
Dedicated to My Spiritual Mother ( Gwendolyn Gillis) who has been a source of strength and a pool of wisdom...You have enlighten many, I am just one who is forever grateful.
Listen Carefully for your scream, pray it doesn't come to late... A poetic warning from one who knows...
The Children need to know the truth about their history and all the stories, even if some are to gory. Racial pride doesn't have to mate with hate. Every race should feel like a proud race.
History Demands that someone take a stand and allow truth to be told whole.
Your waters have powers that are unknown to you, felt some from your touch, from your grip and those sensuous lips.
Wrongful death settlements are sometimes called Ghetto Lottery... A new term floating around to show disdain for families still in pain...
As of these words the souls and fury of over Seven Hundred Thousands, Men, Women, Children are seeking a venue so these atrocities get off of death’s menu, and not be able to continue…
Off With The White Sheets which covers the eyes and hides the face, but does not conceal the anger and rage towards other tribes of humanity... God is watching and you will judge.
In the eyes of God, We are One, no matter the color of your skin, or island you came from, under the Sun God loves everyone...
Out of the shadows there will always be the silent yet potent observer who sees, feels and acts in stealth, without fanfare, without seeking rewards... Stay in secrecy if you must.
I am a Word Peddler my source and resources come straight out the heart and mind, with permission from the soul.
Wake up from your slavery sleep, face some painful facts, that there is a reason for the Black Man being held back, and seemly under constant attack...
Unconditional love didn't come easy...Thank you for showing me the way and by leading by example.
Many are chosen , some remain frozen...These words are for the gifted Visionary who has always been among us...May these words find your eyes and stir your talents.
Silence no more because in that silence there lies denial and doubts trying to meet secretly, to being grief, instead of peace to the heart...
Saartjie Baartman aka Sara Baartman aka Venus of Hottentot, Your story should be told, our daughters and sisters should be aware that there still are people out there who live to exploit their beauty, their bodies…
I see a light in you that never seems to dimmer...Saturated in concern and love... In these times let your Light reach the dark places and reach all the races.
From Slavery times to these modern times, the pressure seems to be always on you Black Man...Rise from it, confront it and be done with it.
Written in 2016 as a prediction of a shift in power in the wrong hands can lead to problems that can have a major effect on the whole world... Hoping I was wrong even though the evidence is strong.
Living is no longer what they desire because their eyes no longer had fire... Pray for the men who have given up on life.
My name is Truth and I come with proof, study things like history, anthropology and you can learn many things about me.
Racism is on Trial again, Maybe this time the charges will stick, the few that are holding on strong, have been exposed and are losing control.
Belong to one? Escaped from one? Running from one? Dysfunctional Family; How is Yours doing?
The New America is asking its citizens to forget America's past behavior towards them and embrace the future...I am concerned and many of you should be too...
They were both cut from the same cloth given proof that this love was an Ancient Love and it was made to last.
If you are blessed to have the title Mother, then you should be honored at all times, these words are for you.
Racial pride doesn't have to mate with prejudice in order to be effective...Black Lives Matter too and so does every race on the Earth.
When the wrong is to strong love will start to pack and never look back... Told you is a testimony from the love zone.
Speak Lord so that I can heal...Let the thoughts of you heal every ounce of me from head to toe.
Respecting women should be easy to do, after all it was a woman who gave birth to YOU.
I don't know what your talents or gift are, but I know mines and I-be-Poet, words are me and I am filled with words...
Greedy hands are now exposed hands as the whispers are getting louder and people are tired of everything falling around them and on them...
We are one and racial pride doesn't have to mate with prejudice... Cultural clashes between Islanders and residents of different shores are address in this poetic piece.
This is your conscious speaking: Blocking out others is fine, blocking out me is a crime...
I was never giving a chance to say goodbye because death snatched you right before my eyes... Gone to soon and you will never be forgotten.
Fighting The Blues can keep you strong if you remember that you are loved and a Child of God.
You are not the first and you still have time to regain control of your mind...Silent Junkies.
Is it that time, the demonic possession time, how long may I ask does this P.m. s. transformation last?
When it is too quiet in Love's Garden some elements get jealous and try to plant seeds of disruption...
Corona Virus is a global menace creating some dangerous times ahead for all the people on the earth, we all should be concerned.
The Spirit of My People will never be broken because they survived the dungeons, whips and the Middle passage...We are a resilient people.
Open your ears as well as your mind when the Word Bird is nears because this is My Time, My Year... Flying from the ground up bringing poetic truth with me...
Dream Killers Are Not a Myth they are in our midst and people should be aware of this, open your eyes as well as your mind.
I looked inside you, saw the lights in the dark chambers of your mind, seeking a way out and seeking to stay out...Excuse me for invading your privacy.
Pastor Johnny Ray Young Blood is rising like a wave with the blessing of the ancestors and God... A Poetic Tribute to a visionary.
I knew you would come, been expecting you for quite some time...is a poetic testimony of clarity and understanding about certain forces that strives to divide mankind.
I Represent! You Represent! She Represents! He Represents! We Represents! The Resurrection…
The People Have the Right to Know things about their Race, Culture and History...Remembering can be healing and painful at times, still truth should always be told whole. Every race has a story...
How Come the Season of Jolly can't stay and reach everybody, for more than a season...Written to encourage sharing and caring when there is an overflow of resources,that can make a difference.
Night Face… Next time someone criticizes you about your Natural Beauty, please don’t feel shame for you are obviously dealing with someone who has a small and shallow brain…
Let Us Get Prepared to Worship is a testimony and eyewitness report of the power that can be generated from worship that seeks to touch the lives of all who were blessed to hear, the preaching, talents, of some of the people who God has touched with gifts.
Emotional Fire can lead to unsuspected desires and the body and the mind seeks to know Can You Feel It?
As fast as you can Run From The Shackles that were designed to keep you confined, detained and under constant restrain. Make the right decisions and always avoid prison.
Inside the Soul are memories buried from a time long ago...In your serenity moments Try To Recall those who walked the planet first. We are the descendants of the First Fruits that walked the Earth.
In these times there is a Lost Generation that is running out of time to correct some of the mistakes that are being done on a daily basis... Mistakes that comes from children of all races... Every child is a valuable child...
In every race there are Men Like You who seek no fame but only want to see real change... This is a poetic tribute to the unsung warriors who stand for equality for everyone under the sun.
The climax for the country is filled with protest and unrest...This Election Day will pull the country together or it will pull it further apart. Every vote is an important vote.
Birds are meant to fly, yet That Bird has been wounded in the heart and beating on a cage that his mind made.
Not easy being me, who sees, who feels, and knows the difference between what is wrong and what is right…
With our Own Hands we must clean up the areas that cater to death, point our children in a new direction and far away from the madness that is accepted as normal behavior…
If the road of friendship is what you seek, choose carefully the words you speak, if we should meet…
There is no peace in a house of grief, and all who live inside can't wait to get to the outside where they can find relief...
Love has many Levels, all challenging, all eager to play mind games that can turn into control and slow death of the heart…
Judas Seeds...Thirty pieces used to be the going rate... Times have changed but betrayal has remained the same.
There is a New Breed among us,trying to impregnate your mind with doubts about yourself, your heritage or religious beliefs.
When I touch you, all my senses speak...My Heart, My Mind, and My Soul all concur that there is no one like her...Love seeks to testify.
There is a network that is older than some nations still operating smoothly but no longer undetected...
Many are chosen, some remain frozen, I am a leaf in God's forest who is beginning to understand, my destiny.
Sometimes Loving Him Too Much can take a wrong turn and the heart burns...
You are the Sun in my life and the Moon in my nights, every thought of you brings joy to my soul and a light to my heart.
A Sensitive Man knows first hand about how delicate emotions are...
Sometimes when you Push someone in the right directions it can lead to greatness unfolding right before your eyes... Written for those whose potentials are boundless.
Modern Prophets were / are in our midst and some of you don’t even realize it… This was written to pay homage to them.
Down by the river listening to the waters because its knowledge was here before college...
Gifted, Talented, That Voice has been lifting spirits and entertaining people, whenever you are called on to perform others know that a Star has been Born...
Looking for fame, looking for followers, and looking to increase your deceit, the false lights have been showing not glowing.
It lives and more people should be concerned because Its presence and beliefs have led to death and destruction throughout the globe.
The Poor need a voice, need some help and someone to hear their screams, will it be you? Or you don't see them too?
This piece was written to be a voice for the children because they are our future and we must protect them all.
Some people are blessed with God Given Lights, I see them in you and others do too.
A poetic reminder for the children of the African Roots who are scattered throughout the globe. Learn how to respect each other as lost sisters and brothers.
They are nameless, yet their stories with all the antiquity of the Sun and Moon must be told...It was Them who inspired mankind to higher achievements.
Holy One around the world protestors against war, injustice, racism and religious persecutions can be found…You are many names to many people, make your presence felt.
When I was on the verge of falling apart, she heard the poet when he wept, haven't been the same since. A poetic tribute to unconditional love.
Written for fathers of the past and future, Your children need you more than you know. To many father-less children are among us. Step up and be responsible. Real men handle All of their business.
The trials I face don't come with and expiration date. I am sorry Black Woman it took me so long to realize that fighting with you is more productive than fighting against you. Please accept this apology from a man who has finally got in touch with true feelings.
In the name of love I am hard on you and every push was done so that you would see that your growth became my hope. A parental testimony...
Feelings the Spirits inside you and allowing them to spiritually guide you, can be exhilarating when you let the spirit go and others see your glow.
Tear down the walls that were built to keep some of the tribes of mankind from basic human rights, that the Creator intended for all the people of the earth.
This is an affirmation and conformation testimony that Today will not be business as usual. Changing for the better.
A reminder for the Chocolate People that your history and blood is sacred. Teach the children how to love themselves and stop fighting among themselves. The future will need them too.
I Am a Poet from the Heart…Deep dips into Human Emotions is a Requirement. If truth is what you seek listen when the heart speaks.
The world was made for bliss, seeing it through the Eyes of a Child can keep the beauty, the mystery and history of the world alive…
While her eyes can still see and her ears can still hear, these words were inspired by a Living Legend that I met ; Jacqueline McMickens ,unsung no more.
Children should not be detained these words were created to fight for them, when the adults that they love are unable to protect them from circumstances beyond their control.
Our wounds have never heal tell the story of a resilient people who would not succumb to captivity and enslavement... Every race has a story that should be told whole.
The light seeker has become the light bringer, tell me who you really are? Many are inspired by your actions and your deeds, a poetic tribute.
My Heart Chose You, My Eyes chose you and my Soul chip in too about the Joy of loving you... Love is always on trial and the heart knows its true mate.
Releasing the Child Within You is imperative for growth and allows the adult in you to grow up, stand up and stay up. Not part time, all the time.
Something Is Wrong and It's Strong when love is not being fed. Breakdowns and departures are imminent. The love trials don't come with an expiration date.
Confessions are food for the soul when the heart is allowed to speak. It can bring relief and it give the mind some much needed peace.
When the Voices Within speak, hear with your soul as well as your ears, because truth will always need more fighters, from all walks of life. if your conscious is not your guide, change partners.
When I needed a Love Lift My wings came disguise as you. Your faith and beliefs in me, keeps me soaring, and here I stand a Complete Man.
Thank You in the many names that you are, throughout my life you have been there, this is a tribute from someone who loves God.