Sunday, January 23, 2011

Because This, is Life.


Where grown men anticipate demise through hungry eyes
Where band aids to life’s surprised light between the thighs of a woman for 15.99
Where black power enthusiasts bathe in the ignorance of their devoted minds
Walking all together
Where the blind lead the kind because money falls behind the one with enough mind power to steal it
Where ignorance covers revelation and it takes a revolution to reveal it
Where policies and procedures are written to conceal it
Where god is the only one who can show you where the real is
Where bureaucracies devoted to democracy often be stopping the business owner from locking the doors before asking for more, poor business owner
But this is life
Where rape is sold on the streets between the potentially homeless and the potentially dangerous
Where love is communicated with fists and dollar signs
Where daughter’s minds are flooded with immature ideas of sexuality
Where reality is looked at through a straw
Where one glimpse of love is just enough to keep you…wanting more
But this is life
Where genocidal thoughts race through minds of 3 year old with nappy hair
Where black is beautiful when you don’t care about beauty
Where life started in 2D on Saturday morning for the son of a mother being taxed for no pension she’ll never get, Hoping waiting wishing praying for a better life
Where jail is more luxurious than the ghetto
Maybe if the government spent more money on the neighborhoods where crime pays
The only ones falling would be the unemployment and crime rates
Where it takes 90 thousand dollars to keep a prisoner incarcerated
More than the single mother raising 3 is making Who has is worse?
Where the economy is like a titter totter
The wealth of the earth can be found on the ground
Only power amounts to weight
and the few rich outweigh the many virtuous
Where rocks are thrown across borders
Where simplicity is described as ignorance
Where solutions are described as rebellious
Where prescriptions make the money for the doctor prescribing them
There cures light under the volts of the pharmaceutical companies hiding them
Well this is not life, no this is death
Where Satan tells you that ignorance is blissness
So you don’t look for the wisdom to witness and find comfort in God’s kingship
Because Life really occurs when you are born again
Where salvation is found in the heart of the receiver of a testimony
Where God gave us life through the breath he chose to breathe
Into our bodies through which Man was conceived
Because Life is a gift So open your eyes And realize the giver. 

Contradiction


I’m like an honest politician
No, better yet, I’m like a Luke-warm Christian,
No better yet, I’m like an impossible mission,
Like telling a deaf man to listen
I function like a crooked coalition
I’m a liar with three six’s so you better go fishing
Contradiction
I make about as much sense as a volunteer don’t you get it?
My workers smoke more grass than a John Deer, you get it?
I use my words to inspire fear so you regret it
I tell you I listen but I only hear, though you said it.
Contradiction
I make you do things you don’t want to do like an employer
I made a life out of being close to truth like a lawyer
I made you think you were a man when you were a boy you’re
My Pinocchio, a puppet like a toy and I’m your owner
Contradiction
I got you rhyming about the nickels and dimes that I be shining
To attract your eyes and get you on my end
Supplying the high end fire until our lives end
We’ll be crying for a way out but we will never stop dying
I am contradiction
Like a top I’ve got you spinning
In perpetual circles think your winning
But your beginning to fall into the fire that I’m bringing
I advertise myself on pimp my ride and how I’m living
I got you in an instant for this temporal drug that I’m giving
Contradiction
My name is sin and I’m Satan’s mistress
And I’m a contradiction but whom am I contradicting?
I contradict the virtues created by the Christians
With temptation and lust I try an distract the witness
Contradiction
My synonym is sin and its dumb
I got you lukewarm in the waiting room to sit and just hum
I’m red hot like cinnamon gum
But I got you thinking I’m sweet like cinnamon buns
I got that sin and where you think I’m bringing it from
In the dungeon of hell where the living gets dumb

Dear Satan

You tried your hardest and you almost had me
Sadly my daddy grabbed me and snatched me out
Of the realm of your influence
I was ignorant to your impudent tactics but no longer shall I hide
Under the reign of the evil and frightening
I will abide under the shadows of the almighty,
Fighting not against flesh and blood ooohh Satan you tried to pull a fast one on me
You got pretty close to,
As I got close to sin and the things I was exposed to things I’m not supposed to
Somebody should have told you I serve the realest Ghost you
Tempted me. Like you did Jesus on that rock face
But I wont falter and when I’m tempted I stare into my rock’s face
And I’m set free. Because he who the sun sets free is free indeed
And indeed I am free because I’m set free but he who is and always was
Will do and always does save me by grace through faith
How must it feel to get that close and fail
Time and time again fire raining down on you like hail
Like you thought you stuck him on that cross with those three nails
Now you’re stuck in a maximum security jail called hell.
The difference is God is a God of power.
You’re just a coward.
Trying to enslave people through perpetual sinning
Minds spinning since we fell from grace in the beginning.
Did you really think you were winning?
You know I serve a God who’s jaw has the power to stop time
Who destroyed the tower of Babel on that first climb
Who created songs of psalms with that first rhyme
Who casts you out in that first bind
So who’s situation is worse mine?
Because I wait on the return of my heard cries
Or you eternal torment and your hurt cries
Never to quench where the thirst lies
Satan you egotistical prick
You thought you were slick
Thought I would fall for that age old trick
Like those lies you told me would stick
I say ick when I see you as if
I could beat you in your own game
I didn’t answer when you called me and the phone rang
I didn’t accept your offer I say no thanks
See you just got beat at your own game.
Dear Satan.

Haiti; The Lost Boys

A Real Man!


I wrote a poem about just this subject. Enjoy the blog!
A real man
I was told to be a man, a real man, the man the only man
But what is that?
 
What is a real man,
 
According to fans of rappers and bands real men do anything they want because they can
They’ll drive around in Ferrari’s flashing cash
Dashing stashes and laughing all the way through life
A real man only 1 wife but 1 thousand concubines
Combine that with a egotistic state of mind
And you will find a real man
I’m sure of it
Real men be rocking glocks
Banging shots forcing blocks
Slanging rocks got 50 hoes
A big afro
Stacks of do and 11 toes
Real men have
 
Are funny, make money
And Have honeys
 
Real men are strong, with big muscles and even bigger ego’s
Real men work 4 hours a week and have four different baby mamas
Real men don’t take anything from anybody, except drugs from dealers,
Money from the government, tickets from cops and lessons from women
Real men believe in God, but only enough to keep them in church 1 a year
And out of hell
 
Real men rock big chains and Rolexes
 
Still bang their exes
Watch young and the restless
And buy their girls diamond necklaces
Real men are tough, buff drink beer like duff
Never have enough
 
And when life gets rough they take a few puffs and unwind
Real men have time but no minds
Real men have enough money to club once a week
but not enough to keep their bastard sons off the street
real men act crazy, are lazy don’t shave and wear braids b
strong like tom Brady but slim like shady
and somehow always manage to get all the ladies
because their real men
Real men show no emotion
Their the calmest in the midst of commotion
Have yachts that cruise all through the ocean
And walk away from explosions in slow motion
Real men are hard,
 
Have huge scars show no pain
Have government names
Real men love women, right before sex until they are done and it’s on to the next one
Real men are dogs
Are born princes and kissed into frogs
Real men need to be careful on the path they trod
Because one thing not commonly heard, is a real man Needs God.
~J-Maali

Psalms To A Wife I Wish I Knew


Beauty in its truest form is exponential
Potential seeps out the walls of your destiny
Flexing the spiritual muscles like your sentencing
Me for life in maximum security love
Purity seems to stem from your roots covering your hidden gems
In the soil of your mineral rich garden
Your hair flows like the hanging gardens of Babylon
Your eyes glow like the northern star at night
Guiding my love guiding my spirit to the one true king
Like an angel from heaven sent to calm my storm
Warm hands against mine reminds me of times where rhymes were dropped on playground dimes I’m just a silly boy inside.
Awaiting the breaking and escaping of my youthful Chrysalis for my predestined kin
And you will master this bachelor because you love the prerequisite
And I will thank God because you’ve been made free
I will study the complexities of your mind until I get my PHD
So I can prescribe a love that will be so strong that I its got to be KD
I don’t know you just yet, but I know I’m going to love you so much the time I have with you wont be enough to confess and express my heard beats so hard in my chest for you
So I’m starting now
You substantiate my will to live
Your life is a byproduct of Gods blessing and creativity
And I pray that I will live to see your duplicates duplicates
So I can be perplexed with the amount of natural beauty in your genes
This was a psalm to the wife, I wish I knew.


“My Mind”


She told me she wished every guy had my mind
I said woa..rewind
Let’s take time and examine
Just fathom
I far from a perfect guy
I don’t know why it’s not like I get high but sometimes I’m just out of it
My spirit knows I’m strong but sometimes man I’m doubting it
And I’m strong in my faith but my flesh wants to go without an it
Is so imperfect I find my mind just shouting it
Looking within, getting past perpetual sin,
Knowing it’s a heart issue but it’s not like I can stab it,
Not like I can grab tad and bag all my bad habits
Every man is different
And wonderfully made
Some are dark in the sun and some light in the shade
So before you assume there not like me I pray
That you give men another chance because some might be OK
I’m honestly sick of girls who date
And wonder why all they experience is hate
Yes rejection and cheating should be a regular occurrence
Because intimacy without covenant is like a car without insurance
All the perks of marriage without the commitment
And I’m not talking sinners man I’m talking Christians
we always try to say were in this world not of it
that can’t be true when your light is off and you know you love it
stop pretending like your defending
the time for lies is ending
stop sitting start standing out because you are just blending
and think about it, what message are you sending?
That your salvation isn’t yours and Jesus is just lending?
Don’t come at me with your only God can judge me mind set
Don’t know about your word but I know mine says
If God were to judge you you’d be burning under ground
Why the heck do you think he sent Jesus down?
So with humility and strength I bow because I am not worthy
I thank God every day because he showed us true mercy
He chose not to hurt me
Chose to preserve me
And after all my sinning Jesus bend down and served me
So maybe my minds a little different iight?
All I gotta say is follow me as I follow Christ!

I am eager to serve.


This Christmas was amazing. I had a different mindset going into this Christmas season. I remember being so excited about Christmas and all that it brought. As a child I was conditioned to believe that Christmas was about toys and getting what you want while finding little time to be nice to people. I remember anticipating Christmas for months to come. I remember counting down the days until Christmas when December started with those chocolate calendars. Christmas was about fun. I'm 17 now and this year Christmas was very different for me. I admit I was a very philosophical child. Somewhere I understood that Christmas was not about all of that. But I didn't fully understand what it was about. 2010 was a year of character refining and soul searching for me. I was in a continual state of introspective reflection. And through all of that self examination I tried very hard to examine my motives for thing that I invested my time into. Christmas slowly turned from a celebration off gifts to a swift reality Check. After all Christmas is about celebrating the gift, life and ministry of Jesus Christ. And Jesus had a will for his followers; to love each other like we I've ourselves and love God above anybody else. I took this holiday season to find think about what my life meant in the bigger picture. I had the best Christmas of my life because I took the time and effort to simply give. It was an amazing experience and I can finally say that I know what Christmas is supposed to be about.

My Dad

My Dad
He has graciously bestowed upon me knowledge,
Pushing me forward into a life filled with my dreams and aspirations
Walks me through trials and temptations
Helps me to see the mistakes that I’m making
My dad.
Never been perfect but always been there
Never been tall but he always had hair
He was always standing
When other fathers were scarce
Has helped to teach me who I am and who I can be
Completely instrumental in making me me.
I remember me and my sisters would sleep on his chest
At times that was the only place I could find rest
He would always stay close like a tight fitting vest
Knowing he was the only him, made him the best.
Irreplaceable, immovable strong and honest,
Had the heart of David but always stayed modest.
Taught me what it was like to give what you don’t yet own,
Gave me food when I was hungry and time when I was alone.
We used to drive in his bronco down to Christy Pitts Park,
We’d go swimming and he’d watch as I played the shark.
He works and works, no matter what it takes,
He would do anything for us no matter how high the stakes,
I look up to him, truth is my Dad is a hero,
If I was asked how many were like him, I would always answer zero.
He taught me everything, from shoelaces to girls,
That why he’s the best Dad in the world.
He went from watching my play basketball to watching my perform,
He’s drive to Oakville in the winter in the middle of a storm,
and I say this with excitement because that’s not the norm,
In the middle of the cold he would always keep us warm.
Never had to look too far because he was always near,
In the audience he always the first one to cheer,
If I needed somebody to talk to he would always hear,
Assuring me it was all ok and there was nothing to fear.
Now I want to share that experience with those without Fathers,
For those who’s parent wouldn’t even bother,
To be the Dad for them that they so desperately need,
Because every child deserves to water their seed.
So Dad I want to thank you without procrastination,
Not only did you change me but you’ve changed a whole nation.
Playing, performing, living or lying on your chest,
I look forward to more memories that make you the BEST!

Monday, January 3, 2011

I am eager to serve.


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This Christmas was amazing. I had a different mindset going into this Christmas season. I remember being so excited about Christmas and all that it brought. As a child I was conditioned to believe that Christmas was about toys and getting what you want while finding little time to be nice to people. I remember anticipating Christmas for months to come. I remember counting down the days until Christmas when December started with those chocolate calendars. Christmas was about fun. I'm 17 now and this year Christmas was very different for me. I admit I was a very philosophical child. Somewhere I understood that Christmas was not about all of that. But I didn't fully understand what it was about. 2010 was a year of character refining and soul searching for me. I was in a continual state of introspective reflection. And through all of that self examination I tried very hard to examine my motives for thing that I invested my time into. Christmas slowly turned from a celebration off gifts to a swift reality Check. After all Christmas is about celebrating the gift, life and ministry of Jesus Christ. And Jesus had a will for his followers; to love each other like we I've ourselves and love God above anybody else. I took this holiday season to find think about what my life meant in the bigger picture. I had the best Christmas of my life because I took the time and effort to simply give. It was an amazing experience and I can finally say that I know what Christmas is supposed to be about.

A Trip To the Movies

The movies are life a refuge. Lie a break from your stressful life. An escape from your every day life into a story specifically written for your entertainment. How important than are the messages in these movies? Many will argue that they do not learn how they should life from a movie. But many will admit that they find out hoe it is that they want to live by participating in these stories about success and prosperity, happiness and romance, struggle and faith. I know that I am a person who aims to live how I want to live. So if I am confronted with a theme that has the qualifications of what the media says is a good life I try very hard nit to believe them. I've come to realize a revelation that 90% of people will not understand. Happiness derives from ones own ability to find complete contentment in their current life and lifestyle. The is not the regular way of thinking. I believe that art should change and effect somebody in a very positive way. Therefore a trip to the movies should be a trip to see God. This is what I want to create. This is my lifes mission.

I had the privilidge of seeing an academy award worthy movie called "The Fighter" staring Mark Walberg and Christian Bale Directed by Davin O. Russel. And what an experience that was. It made the tips of my fingers tingle as I sat in my seat. I felt like i was sitting with the two men the wtory was written about and speaking with them about the things they went through. First of all the acting was fantastic. I enjoyed it, every last drop. I couldnt help but look at it from an artists perspective. Every little nuance brought me in further, closer to the story.
I felt stronger, wiser and more knowledgable as a result of watching that movie. It changed me. If you have not seen It I suggest you do. It is fantastic.




Toronto I Love You

I love my cityof Toronto. It's such an amazing place to live, work and be creative. The emmense amount of positivity in Toronto compliments it's true nature. The entertainment in Toronto is spectacular. I've seen plays, participated innpoetry slams attended an enormous amount if events like caribana Toronto jazz festival and a lot more. And I must say that it is one of my favorite places to be. As a torontonian I feel like i am able to appreciate it o. A. Deeper level. The emmensly raw and beautiful creativity available in this city is astonishing and it takes somebody who knows where to go and what to do to filly grasp it. that's because the best things in tornto are hidden. There not widely advertizedto the main stream. The most powerful artistic peices are found on the street corner, in small gatherings between friends, in non-for-profit talentshows on Friday nights held for the parents of kids in priority neighborhoods.


Art in my opinion in its truest form is the inexaustable expression of life. Toronto is so full of diverse life that it is bubbling with cultural art. It seems to me that the world is nopw getting to know my city. Events like the G20 Summit, Caribana, The Jazz Festival, TIFF and artists like Drake, Cardinal Official among others are really helping to put Toronto on the map. The entertainment indstry in this city is fantastic. We have one of the best radio and TV university programs in the world, a huge amount of Television and radio studios spread across the map and many venues that seperate it from any other city i the world. Toronto is such a beautiful place. I am grateful that I am not one to take it lightly. Toronto I love you.

Visiting The Open Mic

Open Mic Night


I'm on the subway on my way to my favorite place in Toronto the Trane Studio. The night is appropriately names Soulistic Tuesdays. The Trane is  a jazz restaurant located on Bathurst and Bloor. The warm tones, candel light, beautiful painting and soulful Jazz music paints the perfect picture for a humble poet like myself. The first time I went to the Trane I wasvery young. I was around 9 years old with a passion RFID e erything artistic and soulful. My father is one of the extremely talented chefs at that restaurant took me there one night when I was about 16. Normlly I would si in the back with my dad helping him cook while listening to the amazing music and spoken word artists that grace the stage. I would dream if being one of those talented adults performing for the sophiitacted audience and overs of creativity. That night I got my chance. I performed at an open mic and I did very well. That night I fell in love with the art isnppen mic-ing. It was an amazing experience and I've been going ever since. Not only to the Trane bu to other events like the toronto poetry slams talent shows and things of that sort. I love you Toronto!

"The Trane Studio is a venue for artists and audiences interested in experiencing Jazz as vibrant and contemporary music. Concerts at The Trane Studiocelebrate the history of Jazz while embracing and nurturing it's current manifestations in African, Urban, Latin and World music styles. This intimate space presents an environment through music, visual art and food that is welcoming and relaxed while also engaging audiences to expand their conceptions of what Jazz music is and how it relates to them. Now celebrating its sixth anniversary, The Trane Studio continues to host prominent local musicians and Toronto arts events with weekly offerings and curated concerts."