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@visible (the noeis)
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Detroit, MI USA
Joined December12 2006
I am a poet/writer, graphic and web designer, activist and mentor empowering my local communities one day at a time.
I attend college. I come from the big town of Detroit, Mi where injustice is present but invisible to the masses. I love to read and write. I hope to one day become an urban planner and teacher in order to reconstruct urban areas like Detroit, Chicago, and Africa.
I have performed poetry in many venues across the states.
I host a weekly open mic called "WORDS THAT GO BOOM!"
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Dear Mr. Revolution,
Oct 11, 2008
Dear Mr. Revolution, Mr. Revolution, why'd you put ur gun down and stop shootin'? Ur Marley without guitar without dem bullets U shot not deputy but faced persecutors Their judgment jeopardized ur whole future Angry temperament – too quick to pull the trigger Live wires can't fit as societal members Choosin' acceptance in exchange 4 ur weapon Tradin' a hell battle 4 a taste of heaven No more rallyin', no bustin' your clip No more standin' in the trenches in knee-high piss Ur tryin' to live without risk Like men with condoms in their back pockets U once defended those who can't escape high risk Tellin' girls a knee to the nuts is great protection U no longer serve the proletariat Sellin' out ur duty like concert tickets
The Power of Ink
Oct 14, 2007
The Power of Ink Blankets are heaters where I come from; Pens bring Peace. Gas bills climb past infinity light and electricity climb Mt. Everest forcing homes to enjoy aromatherapy where I come from; Pens bring Peace. Phones leak rumors of lies and deceit, tales of the strong and the meek and life and death from the words we speak. Light posts tell stories of babies that lived yesterday as they adorned with flowers, teddy bears and balloons. "Don't play in the streets," they advise, "Don't play in the streets." Where I come from, one slip up could mean a baby in your arms, lung cancer, or a pink slip from your job. Where I come from affliction leads to addiction which usually causes violence opening the door to imprisonment to places like Riker's Island; Pens bring Peace. Where I come from, we don't fear gunshots, drive bys, death, and stabbings; we fear God's wrath that comes in the form of Aids, HIV, and generational curses we inherit from our daddies. Pens bring a peace of mind to a people in a world where bombs rain from the troposphere; where greed, hate and envy combine with nitric oxide and sulfur dioxide to acidly rain invectives far and near. Homes which are built brick by brick with corruption, cars which run off the economical, renewable resource of jealousy and careers pursued to satiate gluttony disappear as you write your own reality. Ink bandages your broken home as you write both parents into your script. Ball point, felt tip, or fine print; you have a choice to pick. There are no more coming out celebrations or desolations because naturally everyone accepts you for who are. Where I would come from in my script, the public transportation system is magnificent, no one puts 4 dollars per gallon in the tank of their cars Everyone is honest. There are no killers, tricks, or thieves. And most importantly you do not have a sign a prenuptial agreement after you get down on 1 knee bearing your heart and soul in a ring. Pens bring Justice. Families destroyed by inconclusive evidence, to have their families sent away for life sentences, are now replaced with family gatherings in public parks with mucho picnicking and frolicking. Churches stick to the bible, Showing how much God loves you instead of constantly condemning you for your short-comings. Pro-athletes get paid normal salaries Models are no longer worried about calories, and Celebrities become extinct as they are seen for what they really are - unnecessary commodities. Communities develop more child prodigies, equipping urban and poor schools with adequate books, teachers and technology. In the world you create, you birth serenity. Carved from the apple pie of hope serenity relieves the souls of youngsters and adults who are afflicted victims tinted and tainted by tension who fain for the noose of a rope. Carved from the demise that comes from the noose of a rope pens relieve the hearts of youngsters and adults who feel that no one hears their cry for help, harmony and hope. Bring Peace Sometimes a journal is all we have Peace Pens bring When the world does not hear us Pens bring Peace as they outline the life we plan to have and the past we plan to leave behind.
Comments
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proudlyest86
Apr 21, 2008
hey stranger long time, im good
& hw Ru Mr? :)
3rdworldsurvivor
Apr 14, 2008
Thanks for the Additions young Homie. I read ya Bio and much respect to you.
Hall Of Fame
proudlyest86
Nov 01, 2007
Oh really..lol
Well to be honest i couldn't really make up my mind what this poem was about, its really got no central theme,
to me every aspect represents different situations that i been through, but thats not to say that they aplly to everyone... so i'm a label this as a poem for the reader, open to individual interpretation and jz pretend that was my plan all along lol
Really enjoyed your poem on the power of Ink but,
Is the pen re-writin society into an ideal world, and only brings peace in your journal? i just got a bit confused cz its late at night,lol
Some powerful imagery x
blessed100
Oct 29, 2007
I just posted a new song called "Get Away" a friend Janee and i both wrote it togther and sang it together. It was inspired by my mom and what she went through when she was a child her step father abused her and i wanted to give her a song that she can pour out her bad emotions onto. and So she can relize it's ok to leave all that bad past behind her so she can live her life to the fullest. YOu should follow your heart and your dreams with your shcooling and don't limit yourself to just one thing if there are multiple thing you want to learn go for it and don't hold yourself back in anypart of your life. The picture from the song Take a look is me when i was sick I dressed up as Cancer one year for halloween. I couldn't think anything else to dress up as. at the time lol.... I didn't want to wear a wig either. so i went as what i feared the most and conquered my fear!:) Do you know who successful poeple become successful they are risky and they don't limit themselves.
blessed100
Oct 24, 2007
Thanks for the sweet comment. How are you doing ?? YOu like to write huh?? I am tryin to write some songs it's kinda hard for me but i am tryin and i am doin my thang. I am glad you liked my song thank you. It's crazy cause when my producer and i wrote it I was sick with cancer and it is sometimes hard for me to listen to it but i am glad that it can touch the hearts of there's. that is by far my favorite song of mine. anyway i am working on some new songs and i think they will be 10times better cause i actually get to sing on it so I am happy for that. So tell me about your self ?? are you in shcool right now ?? what do you like to do for fun??
proudlyest86
Oct 23, 2007
yeah the wonders of technology huh lol
the poem is mine, wrote it when i was a bit ocnfused nuthin speacil
prospekt
Oct 23, 2007
hey mayne nice stuff! keep it up!
Prospekt (drainstinking beats)
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proudlyest86
Oct 15, 2007
Hey hope all is good.
Thanks for the msg and the request, i only really started gettin into spoken word bout 2years ago with uk artists like Roi Kwabena and dike omeje but yeah I loved Sual williams Coded Language, and others like Praticia Smith and Gina Loring.. i could probably go on for days but i should probably leave some space on your page lol.
Dnt be a stranger x
All comments (9)
I know this is really past due! But I was going through my comments on my blogs and I read your poem WOW that was deep! I was going through a lot when i wrote that but i am all better now hope to stay friends your friend Blessed