Friday, November 23, 2012

THE MOTHER (FOR GWEN BROOKS)


THE MOTHER(For Gwen Brooks)

You will never know

The joy of staunching my runny nose

But, you will miss it;

Eventually, you’ll miss it.

You will never know the elation or frustration

Of being my fueling station;

But, you will reminisce it,

And, The need to nurse will visit your dreams

But, you will not admit it

 

Your conscience will awake its stupor,

And, you’ll feel the unimaginal agony of my torture –

The tearing, the scraping,

The sucking, the cutting

Just To keep me from being.

Though only a despicable clot,

I was not without feeling, or caring,

Or the capacity for hurting

And as excruciating as the pain was

What hurt, mostly,

Was that you were

a willing participant in my killing.

 

SOL SMILE OUT LOUD


SOL
M
I
L
E   OUT LOUD!!
DON’T MISS SO MANY  CHANCES TO SMILE OUTLOUD ! TRY IT IN A SEEMLY CROWD WHEN SOMEONE SAYS,
HOMIE GOT A GUN AND HE SHOWIN’ IT, SON, DON’T SHOUT OUT…IF YOU HAVE TO CONFRONT HIM,  SOL, SMILE OUT LOUD!.
OF COURSE, ONE MUST BE WELL PRACTICED TO TAKE ON A DEADLY CIRCUMSTANCE SUCH AS THIS, AND I WOULD BE REMISS IF I DID NOT CAUTION YOU OF THE POSSIBLE DIRE CONSEQUENCES IF ONE IS THE SLIGHTEST MOMENT TOO SLOW TO REACT TO SHEER IGNORANCE WITH GRACE AND ELEGANCE.
BUT, WHEN IN DOUBT SOL (SMILE OUTLOUD!)
YOU COULD PRACTICE AT CROWDED INTERSECTIONS  WITH TRAFFIC GOING IN ALL KINDS OF DIRECTIONS , (CRENSHAW & KING, BLACK FRIDAY, TRAFFIC BACK TO BACK).  YOU STOP TOO CLOSE IN THE RAIN - ALMOST MAKE CONTACT
W/HOMEGIRL FROM THE 40’S, BUT, NOW SHE TALKIN’ TO YOU LIKE SHE WAS A COP. AND THAT MEANS  SHE GOT THE RIGHT TO DO ANYTHING TO YOU SAY ANYTHING TO YOU, ANY CRAZY CRAP, AND YOU MIGHT PROBABLY GET SLAPPED.  
STEP TO HER, DON’T STEP AWAY.
SHOW HER HOW BIG YOU REALLY ARE;
GET OUT OF THE CAR  
WITH A LOOK
THAT MAKES HER FEEL PROUD TO KNOW A STAR
THEN, S.O.L. (SMILE OUTLOUD!).  
BE  WHAT YOU REALLY ARE!.
TAKE CONTROL OF THE SITUATION WITH FINESSE
SOL (SMILE OUTLOUD! LIKE YOU KNOW YOU’RE BLESSED, DISARM! DON’T DISTRESS.
BE GRACIOUS ADMIT YOUR FAULT AND OFFER YOUR CONTRITION.
GIVE HER THE CHANCE TO BE RIGHT , MAYBE SHE’LL DEVELOP AN APPETITE FOR IT. GIVE HER YOUR INSURANCE INFORMATION
AND, ASSURE HER IT WON’T VIOLATE HER PROBATION THEN SOL.
MAKE HER FEEL PROUD.
IT IS, INDEED, FULFILLING TO A SPIRITUAL NEED WHEN YOU KNOW
HOW TO REACH INSIDE AND TOUCH PEOPLE’S SOULS THAT BLEEDW/GREED
AND, HOW MUCH LOVE YOU CAN GET FROM  ANY HUMAN SMILE,
SO,  SOL – SMILE OUT LOUD!

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

Do Not Abort That Thought


The original blend

(or, “do not abort that thought”)

 

And, I think thoughts that have never been thought before

And will never be thought, again,

And from the moment these virgin thoughts

Leave my mind I realize that they had never been thought before

And will probably never be thought, again.

 

Yet, how amazing is God/Allah to blend

All of the pristine thoughts of both women  & men

Into the same conclusion – conception!

Do not abort that thought.

Refine creation. Make it better & better!

Again and again!

 

Despite the fights, sterile philosophies,

Deceptions, aborted attempts at “perfected contraception,”

Wom-and-men, keep copulating and populating,

Rejuvenating that Original Blend –

Celebrating Allah’s pregnant thought

Given to humanity for eternity.

 

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

CONCLUSIONS: The Night before the Election


Conclusions:
THE NIGHT BEFORE ELECTION

November 5. 20012

 

            My issue in 2008 was Iraq; I painted “Stop the War in Iraq; Vote for Barack!” signs all over my white van for the man. And, he came through; we’re almost completely out of Iraq, and close to being out of Afghanistan. And, I think Barack is much more likely than Romney to keep us out of Iran. 

            I don’t believe Barack Obama has that love for killing disease that the Military Industrial Complex types think he needs to be President.  My most vital concern is at the end of the next term which one will have been responsible for the most murders.  That’s the one I want to spurn.

            And, although I can’t be angry at you because most people don’t know that we had 500,000 abortions of black babies in the last recorded Census year(2010),

as a father of 7 and a granddad of 12,  I, frankly, feel threatened by this environment. Am I voting to make it conducive to killing my future grandchildren?  A chilling thought, and are we even allowed to think like that if we are Democrats?

But, in case you have become catatonic, to put it another way, what if the Crips killed 500,000 black children last year and were going to kill more this year?  What if the Ku Klux Klan hanged, tarred, feathered, and burned a half a million black kids? Would it be historic to us? Would we, African Americans stand up and say, “No, we will change it by any righteous means necessary? And make our own mark on history. “ Or, would we pathetically say, “There’s too many bad black kids, anyway?”

Yes, I have concluded, ultimately, that I will vote for you, Barack, but the day after the election, I will be lobbying to change the traditional policies that accept, even recommend abortion for fornication gone awry. Hundreds of thousands of .007 morally immature mothers licensed to kill potentially marvelous black human beings.  I have daughters like you, Mr. President, that I feel responsible to protect from harm, and the thought of  them having an abortion and depriving life to a baby at the risk of their own souls is commensurate to  my utter failure as a father. If you have not come to this conclusion, yet, you will. 

Let us do everything we can to dismantle the environment that has conceded our youth to fornication for hetero or homosexuals.  Let us create and support hip hop with profoundly moral messages.  Movies that are cutting edge, but uplifting (ie., “South Central”). Let us infuse African American culture, deliberately, with values that disdain murder and substance abuse – values that champion intellect and our own dynamic literature.

Let’s stop giving away condoms and have book giveaways – thousands of  books that even the “bad” kids want to read.  Let’s  eliminate black illiteracy, as a tradition.

Then, let us set a goal of reducing our abortions by at least 100,000 in 2013 and make strategies to achieve it.  Before you “A woman has a right to determine what she wants to do with her body”  spiritually blind people retort,  I chasten you; beware of putting your fate on Yaum al kiyama (The Day of Judgment) in the truth of a cliché.  Do not let The Whisperer trick you into joining the ranks of the murderers (or, those who are complicit to murder) on That Day.  

If we are sincere, we will admit that we will acquiesce to truth for the good of America and the world, even if that truth comes from a Republican. Approximately, 16 million black children aborted since 1973.  We have been duped into complicity to our own genocide.

Barack,  If this missive finds you victorious, use your bully pulpit to continue to save lives, but, now, let us focus on saving at least 100,000 of the  black babies, here,  who are,  otherwise doomed.