amen noir - poems

NUME-RULE ONE million men marched on Washington D.C, but TWO million men stayed home and watched from T.V THREE-dom from corporate America was the goal FOUR it seems the same story is being told; almost FIVE hundred years plus of oppression, surely not SIX hundred more before we learn the lesson SEVEN day Adventists, Muslim, Rasta EIGHT from one table, now split by divide & conquer NINE ether the bond that bines us together TENacious our plan if we are clever 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 Erase the script and start again… ONE mans plan can change the world; but TWO make it happen together boy & girl THREE is the power of the Trinity, his Almighty’s love, you & me FOUR his power is unerring & constant & keeps me alive And I give thanks as I slip to FIVE SIX million ways to live, choose 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, SEVEN, seventh heaven, and it’s that where I’m at when I tell ‘em As I remember passing through his gate; as I EIGHT at his table with NINE prophets, nine kings, nine queens All pregnated and had nine months to conceive None were wearing weave, All were displaying natural, natty, nine ether hair So there…There was my top TEN But listen closely as I descend, for they have us packed in TENement yards, flats & blocks using NINE millimetres gats and glocks. Yes many ATONE for the sins committed in the day But still find it hard to find another way So they; ride in packs like the magnificent SEVEN, and try and find alternative ways to sneak into heaven but only find… SIX million ways to die and FIVE million ways to get high FOUR THREE-dom is a state of mind and TWO many waste their time searching for Imperial, serial material wealth… Seek your own freedom; and in return you would have freed’em And remember revolution begins with ONE duane28120 902 ©
YOU DON'T KNOW ME *I want the fast cars* *With the fast food* *Attract the fast ladies* *And be that rude...* *Boy* *Cause he who walks tall* *Rules them all* *My ego is the size of my Dick* *And just give me the light like Sean Paul* *Cause if you don't floss* *Yo! Black you lost* *Cause the cost of Moschino* *Is worth the dough* *If creditability flows over my bro's* *I'm not in the game* *I play the game* *Vain is my middle name* *Cause pain is my shame* *Can't show none* *Carry my gun cause I need to protect what is mine* *My Rolex tells me the wrong time* *Cause I'm dyin'* *But it tells me I'm flyin'* *No denying I'm profiling whilst styling'* *See cause Image is everything* *You can get whatever you want if you bling* *The girls like the cars* *And the bro's like the bra's* *When they unstrap* *Don't wear no jimmy hat* *And have no tact when she catches the clap* *Don't you dear run up on me with dat* *Mind you don't get slap* *See I don't really want none of dat* *But don't disrespect my rep sket* *Dept after dept I let threat my rep* *Cause dat Audi TT ain't paid for yet* *I bling so you can see me* *Cause I ain't represented anywhere of significance* *Especially not on T.V* *Don't know 'bout my history* *Cause I'm too caught up just being me* *It's all about the money right now blood* *And there's more and more killers on my block* *It's like it's gonna over flood* *So I stay strapped and high on this drug* *Taking each day as it comes* *Mums don't know what we go through on the streets* *And I do feel her pain when she breaks down and weeps* *Whether in the station or out on the streets* *All she's worried about is what the neighbours will think* *I ain't trying to assimilate to this system for the next 40-50 years* *And shed tears on coulda', shoulda'. woulda'* *See I'm clued up to what's goin on* *And dat mansion in the Bahamas is what I'm on* *Just get away from all this madness and stress* *And the problems will be less* *So brothaman* *I hear your plan bout' revolution* *But I'm seein' far too much pollution* *And no real trust in your solution* *How you mean'Uni.* *Tuition fees would mean no Nike 120's* Bare Primark no Versace's please! These be the stories of all my homiez *Who live in these multi stories* *Lifts drenched in urine* *Whilst crackhead Ted is lurking in dark lifeless shadows* *Keeping on your toes is just how it goes round my way son* *Live by the gun is how they won* *I guess I'm just getting me some* *So you feel you know me homie* *Well live my life for a year* *And see what I see* *Then tell me whether you would rather be the victim or the bully* *Tell me whether self-satisfaction is what keeps you sain* *And whether salvation looks like fame* *Money, riches and bitches* *Cause from where I sit* *The rich get richer* *And the poor are fodder* *Food for the rich to eat and spit out* *So I'm a eat til I'm full and maintain what I have* *Drink and smoke my sensie* *And when you approach me* *Yo! Homie* Remember you don't know me! duane30110 204 (c) _________________________________________________________________________________
I SHARED MY DAY WITH? I shared my sleep with escapism last night as I ventured the earth as a free-man I woke and shared my breakfast across the table with thanks as Appreciation pulled up a seat and poured some freshly squeezed juice Remembrance set the bath for me as I reflected on days as I laze easy in the tub Hope and willingness dried my greaseless body as I prey for good tidings for the family Dependency made me hurry my steps in the assemblement for work As reluctancy reminded me of escapism experienced the night before Forgiveness traveled with me as I made my way through the aggressive tension tempered traffic Acceptance was ready and waiting for me as I arrived at the entrance Acceptance of restriction for the next 7-8 hours Pretence ran up and said goodmornin! As my identity said bye. bye, bye, bye Frustration phoned in and said it was going to be late but it would be in Isolation was in the building but I just couldn't find her Relaxation had left a message on the machine...Sayin see you at 6, 7 or 8 Escapism returned and moved through the atmosphere via digital connection A line to the outside world was made with no detection a text message was received and replied I'm cool, at work, call you later Happiness blew through the office like the air conditioning In-sight of the picture on the wall of my loved ones Reality was sitting in the 'in' tray on my desk with a cynical smile During the next 7-8 hours I had received several phone calls from Mr. Disrespect, 4 faxes from Ms Impatient, and frustration had arrived and decided to spend the whole afternoon with me As I finished my day the taste of relief was mouthwatering As I made my way back through the tension-tempered traffic Normality hugged me as I arrived at my door and relaxation had already warmed the house Love made her way over and settled me as appreciation and thanks was busy in the kitchen preparing some food I had returned to the womb and began writing this piece And entitled it.... "I shared my day with" duane 28100 702 (c) (Home) (Next page) _________________________________________________________________________________________________