Shield of the Weak

Failure

reliefye — Fri, 14 May 2010 05:14:40 +0000

Failure, a creation of society
Blinding everyone but me
Into believing there’s a way of doing things
Constant control and structuring
Arguing until my ears bleed
When i can succeed much more easily
By simply being me

Letting it Stain the Page

reliefye — Fri, 14 May 2010 05:13:29 +0000

As if I needed another reason to write-

because you needed something to hear

Like souls before the feed
Breathing over their meal

Like its something made from their dreams

See into those dreams
-like I see into real life
Making up my mind that this is my fight

and what has happened before wont affect me anymore

It’s part of who I am-
But doesn’t change who I’m going to be

Mos Def taught me to bleed all over the page.
While i’m stuck between the words-
I’m trying to read between the lines.
But its not Straight
So I’m getting it all mixed up in my mind

I taught myself to hate.
Believing that black blood is okay:

That this ink will cure me,

and wash my sins away

My brothers taught me to see myself

for what I really am

But it was my best friend who taught me what that meant
and With that new courage I found strength

to return to my lord

-Bleeding is the act of life receding by pouring out

My prophet taught us to follow his lead and

he’ll supply everything we need

Then Tu-Pac said it

And here we are distracted by reality

My angel told me to read

But I decided to write and recite, hoping to do more

than just ” be “

Justice won’t come from lines written,
It’s just this feeling that might make you think.

All I want is fairness when I’m judged
But all I see is jurisprudence being contaminated with apathy
-call it pride or greed-
But I call it an inflammatory infection in-all of us

Introducing the idea of the bare minimum

-which leads us to rate others harshly

I rated myself harshly.
Don’t expect me to blame you
Until I’ve forgiven myself

Wealth isn’t measured by money

-you don’t get a prize for dying

Making a Difference

reliefye — Fri, 14 May 2010 05:04:20 +0000

Every time that it happens we just look away and close our eyes.
That’s why there’s such a gap in the way we deal with our lives.

You see an answer, I see a problem.
But why are we so intent on trying to solve them?

And time is moving fast when I look at you.
But for some reason tomorrow never seems to come true

It’s the difference.
When something bad happens, do we complain?
Or are we willing to make a change?
Are we willing to help others in exchange:
In creating something big out of your name?

People need to eat, but they don’t want to admit
That they’re just human and need that sustenance
So they get it quick and fast, forgetting how it takes its toll,
Their bodies rot, and so do their souls…
The answers aren’t to change- but how to live and still be the same.

Relax and watch the clouds pass, you only live once
But people think that means there’s only so much time to have fun
Real people know that’s only so much time to get things done
But neither of them find tomorrow, only today redone.
Could it be that time is moving fast because it doesn’t like what it sees?

I think that’s why we all need a moment to breathe…

Reach Inside

reliefye — Fri, 14 May 2010 05:03:45 +0000

(breathe between lines and have some patience. I have trouble rereading this one myself, its heavy so take it slow and try to enjoy it)

Let me break into your glass mind with a fine line drawn to disturb your still water because you’re still sitting there not doing anything. I love and hate your wooden heart growing in the concrete jungle making a natural image letting out oxygen…the same heart that burns fueling the order of life into our lungs coughing up tears and bleeding down our cheeks because when you speak you reach something special. We’re watching you like a T.V show fighting your way into this word from your mother. As you make a fist and your muscles contract you hit life with an impact that gives me whiplash. That and the fact that you grow deep into the soil, every time you toil with information contemplating contemplation we spoil you with something real when we could be protecting you with lies. It’s amazing when you can see miracles with your eyes: watching children learn. It’s more than just facts, it’s a physical change in your mind growing with time to combine a piece of life with wisdom creating knowledge building bridges and dynasties of institutions like we’re graduating from childhood and being adults about it. Nope, we’re just talking about doing it but not there yet.

Don’t take the path with least friction unless you’re ready to feel your conscience come out like a beast on a mission. Ready to destroy you’re weak convictions and your freak show transmission, hold your hands and grab hold because we’re not done. And we’re not getting young, we’re searching for the white gold that grows on your head like a bed for the youth to rest on because their responsibilities are lessoned with lessons from the wise, so word to the wise, figure it out or compromise your virgin eyes with a surprise of embarrassing situations or devastating consequences giving rise to a new evil within you, no stopping the black hole until you learn the truth with a capital T, or until you get on a certain path and that’s the one that leads no where.

So while I’m picking up the pieces you’re stuck in defeat and seas of rain pour into your soul embodied in your foul roll of excuses watching others as they succeed you feed on need. Basically you’re a parasite to society and undeniably we love you and care that you’re not where you want to be, stand on my shoulders so maybe you can see that the view is more beautiful than you imagined and then remember what happened… you’re losing your chance and the grass is on the other side and you’re fienning for a greener day trying to tell me something but you have no words to say it so explain it with your eyes and let me see into you and hopefully we’ll find the answer hidden inside. Oh my how we are so incomplete if we don’t feel like our materials are safe we retreat to our opinions and emotion, when we should justify. When we can be tricked anything can grow like disease but look to the future and remember God plans… so do your worst I am the world and I’m in your hands

Epidemic

reliefye — Fri, 14 May 2010 05:02:55 +0000

A disease of the mind
Changing with time
Freezing the crime
Creating the mime
Helping the blind
Blinding the sight
Righting with pride
All the wrong lines

Hide my soul
Find my role
Make me cold
Forget to woe
Be the mole
Make the mold
No one is bold
Or not anymore

Can’t you just see
That they will need
Everyone to bleed
So they will feed
On our every dream
Turning ‘me’ to ‘we’
Losing every last deed
In the growing apathy

The Mistakes

reliefye — Fri, 14 May 2010 04:53:40 +0000

Laughing and loving and having and giving,
Receiving and enjoying the things that were offered
The wonders, to see them, preserved
To learn and be learned
Understanding, pondering, waiting and patience
Too much fun, too little pain
Too much of one and not enough of the others
Forgetting this and remembering that
Pretending that reality is fake and your beliefs are fact
Re-compensation and leaving out retaliation
Peace
Harmony
And every other form of unity
Forgiveness and trust
Friendship is a must
But when there’s never enough, you’ve got the right stuff
It’s a shame, but that’s life

Instead of doing what’s “right” (efficient)
Let’s accept that we’ve made mistakes

(keep this list as a reminder of things to do)

Painting

reliefye — Fri, 14 May 2010 04:53:02 +0000

-Flushed with beauty
A flawless design
Capturing
And complex, yet free

-The stains all over the painters hands
Evidence of the crime
Unmeasurable pride
To open the mind so wide

-The picture is still
But the artist sees it move
And when you see it too
You realize it’s a painting of you

-Dare to witness
Even critique
Stare all day and ponder it
Wonder why things are beautiful

-And when I am done
and have left my mark
I can only hope that
My words have painted something amazing for you

Don’t Be

reliefye — Fri, 14 May 2010 04:51:03 +0000

When we come into the room and sit together we cry and laugh
We sing and dance
Sign our lives away to the theory of this
This society that lives
Sigh away our worries, and only if we really release
It is when we cease to be many
The dilemma

The wind in your hair and the smell of mother’s food
Education in your hands and your eyes are glued
In it’s stead is this spotlight
Creating a world that you could not imagine
Becuase your imagination was so much greater, once
Sitting there in your living room
Stuck to the TV

It was your own fault and your own fault makes you at more fault
Goes without saying, so I say it
At the top of a building and watching the world below
I couldn’t help me or them
And now I’m so high but my spirit so low
Wishing I could be anyone but me, falling down
Depressed

In love i swear and comfortable here
Not a care for the ones who raised me, and their advice
I am with someone who cares and doesn’t yell
Now in a group with ones like me
I can see a present that is so full of life
What is the future
What is a name, don’t forget I am human and don’t take my innocence
Willing to give it up

Round and round we go, rowing down your life as it flows under the bridge. Wait for others to watch you. If we were all without problems we wouldn’t be human but please understand that these problems don’t make us who we are. You can have these problems but you are not a creation of them, you are not a composition of issues but days! And your days have a number so before you leave us remember to wave.

Smile on your way

(Don’t become the dilemma, don’t get stuck to the TV, don’t BE depressed. If you are you, for example, feeling depressed that’s ok. Don’t make it who you are, only something that you do. But DON’T be willing to give it up, EVER)

Death of a Brother

reliefye — Fri, 14 May 2010 04:49:19 +0000

I think this is long past due…

So when you come to me I see any other person or man
Understand that I am not all here at the moment
But it’s just that sudden, you got my open
In the middle of a crowd
Pulling my strings and making me smile
Like you put me on blast just now
My vision is renewed and your picture is in zoom

And all the awhile I didn’t know
That this was my brother,
He would show me how great I am
A testament to who he … was
And now whenever I see his picture or name
I blame myself for not being the same
Following his simple life and style
That had people going wild when he left
No matter how hard I tried
To not put him up so high
I just can’t forget how happy he made me inside
And he doesn’t even know me
I already feel like he’s my family
I hope to see him when it’s my turn
Just so that he might say something to me again
That can get my heart smiling and my head spinning

Anyone who can say something speak
I want to have this here for people to bleed
Their memories on this page, for all to see
That this is someone stole a part of me
And took it with him- so if he did the same to you
Take the time to spill your ink
Then take a moment to let reality sink

I know that it hurts to remember
But let your tears refill
Because this isn’t any random brother
We lost our man, Omar Jibril

Children

reliefye — Mon, 09 Feb 2009 22:37:07 +0000

Hold your hands together and cry forever we are the children of the world. We care for those who share their hearts. A rose in the desert sand, these children, turn this earth from dirt into trees, from the sky bring life that rains peace and grind your minds to find new curious histories, founded by a wonderful imagination, building the foundation.

Children that suffer, children that find joy and friendship, grow into courtship to have children that learn of the worries of the world and smile with words stronger than any. We learn to be weak but when we’re born we are so strong. And together these kids are invincible. Even then we are able to defeat them, by leaving. We are all children of the world, and wonderful until we grow, until we know

With more knowledge comes more trouble, and we thought that we could become someone new but in this view the world is a playground of life and love, it’s above our perspective and below our judgement and surrounds our souls when the baby smiles it burns away sorrow like coal on time seeping through our thoughts like water in the soil growing a new generation fit for deviation from the norm.

Don’t be normal, I’m calling out to all my siblings, we are all children and can listen without bias! We don’t have to be responsible for philosophy like grand father who was a scholar writing the way things are but I see the way things are! Together we are stronger than politics and closer than genetics and aware enough to see the damage on our earth! We are a family of children! Don’t grow and be like them stay low to your heart and stay as one peice of this puzzle, part of the start of the end: when children become the parents.