So criminal minded and grimy – these cats been victims for so long! They create victims out of others. These cats could care less about your sister or your mother! Their allegiance belongs to the streets. Using avoidance as a tool – they dance like fools – to the intoxicants that swim within their mind. Drugs, tap dancing within their veins – coming up with insane cons and schemes – illuminated only within their own minds while walking with hateful vengeance. When it comes to speaking out for others their voices are silent! And when it comes to living life on life terms, their minds are off balance – present – but, not in attendance for they could never conceive being abstinent from their addictions – struggling with reality while being altruistic.

And, their nightmares are masqueraded as dreams – when they’re asleep. It’s a shame that the only time our community fine peace from these cats are either incarcerated or silenced. Steady making cold calculated moves – and taking and taking, so entitled, I’m so tired of these fake ass hoods – robbing our neighborhoods –you bandits ain’t no robin hood.

One of them broke into my house and stole my rent money out my drawer and my children toys! The following week, my babies look to me like daddy why the landlord keep on coming here and what happened to my toys?
You’re the cause and effect – these cast are so infected by them demons – resurrected by subliminally suggestions – injected from these streets to the TV screens – you don’t give a damn what you’ve done to me! No conscious – they lie dormant and silent. You made me look so low to my children, and I can’t let it go cause when it come to my children–I could care less if you become silenced.
I wish you cats would change. I have no love for the game, for the game you play kills off our communities. This chaos has got to stop and you should be tired. And I know that my words should flow in accordance of being a good Christian; however, my voice will not be silenced!

Who else can speak to you than one that had once – done the deeds – which you’re embarking upon? So, be silent little man and listen, “if I changed my life, you can too!” You will not be able to silence me – for my blood will not be allowed – to flow within these street – due to your ignorance, arrogance and lack of love fool – I can see straight through you!

So take the cotton out of your ears and place them within your mouth – and yes—be silent!

©2012 The Chairman of Spoken Words Music

Beliefs and expectations-
Refute liberation—
Gotta set you free, gotta set you free!
Christos no longer has its shine.
Idealism constant through time-
Diamonds stolen-so-eth the minds-
Then the body and the spirit-
Frozen~
They marvel at remaining so.
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For centuries, we’ve been looking for what has already appeared.
Tricked out of our kingdom-
Through mistakes and errors of interpreters.
Ideologies mixed with psychology.
Caught up in past tense!
Tensions so deep.
The Remains – perpetually untouched!
Does a word ever pass away?
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Navigating various mental realms.
Irrational processes incurred no wonder.
Looking for something- searching- expecting thee sign.
The intellect no longer decipher symbols!
Many has been deceived.
Prose, stanzas, and poetry written — spoken from the book!
Immortality is still sought-common sense – overlooked!
Waiting is for the lost—been crossed!
Confounded time has been fulfilled-as generations wonder~
So much for the belief system – you’ve encountered!
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© 2012 The Chairman of Spoken Words Music

Oh my ballerina wont you dance for me,
Poetry in motion
Sistah dance for me
Dance for me

Your Beauty defies logic,
You’re the Beauty that dares the eyes to stare,
Temp the eyes to caress and explore
Wanting more
Such as art
Looking at the colors and strokes
Pastels and oils, —liquids on canvas
Impressionist, Baroque, Neoclassicism or Renaissance
Your beauty sparks the response
Neither of these eras could capture your beauty on canvas.
Yet, I can.
My lady, pose for me!

There’s Beauty in magic,
Magic can be beautiful
Yet, does not possess the essence of your wonders,
You are the Ninth Wonder of the World,
But, the first wonder of my Heart,
The moment I met you my heart stopped.
My lady, dance for me?

I thought I was in heaven from your presence,
And my mind knew just what to say when I first saw you.
The first time I saw your face,
My life stood still
I began to imagine chasing you throughout the grassy nolls and daffodil’s,
In a seclude place with mountains and scenic backdrop.
There were blue waters with dolphins jumping to entertain us.

And I saw the moon rise in your eyes,
As the lightening bugs lit up the trees surround our lives,
Art in the sky,
I am surrounded by beauty,
Hypnotized
And I haven’t even mentioned the sound of your voice.
Captivating
Like night-in-gales
And I am not hallucinating, as they
Touch chores inside my soul
Come here my lady and sing for me?

Wow, I can hear ocean waves, and I can smell your aroma
As I place my hands around your waist,
And I’ve already imagined the love that we could make,
Now, I want to feel you my lover-
Make love to me!

I imagined the hot steamy kisses from your full lips,
That only I know how to kiss you
In the way that you would cherish it,
Reminisce from it,
And want it,
Again and again,
And I imagined the passionate embraces
The art of love-making,
So romantic, as I kiss the inner line of your ears, circulating my tongue
Within and from, on down
To the nap of your neck
Tasting you like nectar,
An enchanted wine with all the intoxicants,
My loving is enough to make you light headed,
So I continue to imagine…

Making love to you as an art,
The art of making love
As I softly lick your lips,
Tongue teasing and pressing,
Searching and confess-ing-
As I passionately caress your hips and backside,
And roll you from side to side,
With your breast upon my chest,
Held and pressed, licked and caressed

While taking you to higher heights,
Giving you all of this volcanic love inside,
While we listen to our own soulful musical sounds
Our adrenalin flows,
And ecstasy takes its rightful place,
As I feel your feelings and you feel mines,
Your nails piercing my back skin,
And your body is shaking,
And only I can understand the word you are say-ing
As you are teased to think it is near the end,
Your body trembling, quivering and quaking….
To say the least your breath, I am taking – as you grab, pull and push me
Making sounds you’ve never made before – sounds that you’ve never imagined before
Sounds-sounding off as we changed positions, and I am exploring your foot-toe by toe as I wet them,
To other parts of your flesh as my tongue take its time – sometimes softly,
Sometime hard on it expedition to its exploration of the secret spot within, this bed is wet-n – don’t you move, come back to me-and change positions-

Make me feel the expression of your attitude,
Till you feel the latitude and longitude of my beatitude
Doing things to you to keep you deeper in the mood,
While your mind is free from limitation,
The only pronunciations are
Ahh, Ohh and tongue!
As our body’s changes, bends, and create new positions
I can tell that you’re receiving more than your expectations,
As the tears roll down your face from what you are experiencing
And what you felt is exhilarating to say the least, in sum -
Is all of what I have been simply trying to say?

You are Love and should be treated as such.

What is life but reproduction?
Over and over,
Life spins.
Over and over,
Life begins.
And human beings are replicated?
Creation of life is a work of art
I see beauty in the creation from the creators.
So my lady-U R Love-My lovely work of art!
© 2012 The Chairman of Spoken Words Music

But in search for the clue one thing I was bound to do—-!

I was bound by the chains of oppression,

Oppressed to the form that my commonsense escaped me,

My nature became offensive displaying rudeness and insolence

Excuses were my middle name following the slave mentality

That grew inside me from not learning how to navigateAmerica’s existing realms of society,

Being without was my reality,

Therefore the beast within me grew and grew and grew to replace the void in my life.

As generations before me fought for their freedom,

In ignorance, I would not submit but committed sins as I walked this beastly earth

The sun never shined in my yard,

Because my lot was filled with the debris of insults, poverty, and crawdads,

Yea, I was raised without a dad,

And the pain of missing father dad’s, father’s days, left me in dismays,

To the point that as a child I was called names that children were taught when they weren’t from the traditional family environment,

I was used as an experiment,

As the streets would talk to me, and walk with me in my loneliness.

No leaders were around to kick visions and plans with me,

But criminal minds lured me to plot and scheme and yes,

I’d learned new ways to cripple you as well as me.

But something within me,

Within the void that was inescapable spoke to me

I had visions of myself held in captivity

I had visions of myself hanging from a tree,

And as my ancestors whispered,

In my ignorance,

I drowned out the sounds with Jack and Seagram

As I displayed grimly grins with crooked raised eyebrows,

Plotting and scheming to come up and be up, yet I’d never rose up

Those voices in my head would say:

Keep your head to the sky

Keep your head to the sky

Alone, meaning with myself, by self, within the wall of my cranium,

Society strained the will of those who sought to progress

Then labeled and stigmatized them for carrying out the greed of men

The men, the men

The men that taught that flimsy negotiations were upheld with violence

The men that created social control to control your next thought, your next moves, your next steps,

The steps, the steps taken—irrationally due to the lack of the hierarchy of needs

Descending as one learn to master hate, the hate, the hate,

The self-hatred that causes mother’s to cry, the self hatred that cause communities to degenerate

Wiping away generations of human being bigger than any atrocities known to mankind,

Whereas kind is just a word,

And my Master began to open my eyes to the social ills that causes one’s to complain

While it causes others to stand,

And as He nurtured me I began to understand

I learned to keep my head to the sky

The more that I asked, he answers the questions “why?”

Master told me one day that I’ll find peace in everyway,

But in search for the clue one thing I was bound to do

I began to keep my head to the sky and my eyes in the books,

The books, the books where secrets are kept from those who regress in ignorance

Yet, I began to see this present paradigm as delusional

And as my thoughts began to illuminate I gain vision

The vision that my master blessed me with to see outside myself

No longer confrontational biting into the social psychologies called ideologies

No, Now I can see outside of this carnal flesh,

Developing love that is unconditional because I’ve been on both sides of the fence;

And the tracks,

The tracks, the tracks-flipped the coin that landed on tails- life held me back,

So I flipped the script instead of the coin and now my head is tight, mind right, the moves that I make–

Working in the trenches to awaken those who visions are skewed,

Working in the trenches to uplift those who were abandoned and booed,

Images that man created thinking that being better than is a form of competition

Stepping on the backs of those and crushing the hopes of those that once had a dream

I have a purpose and I’ve found that my past is my future and that was my clue—

To work with those that had done what I used to do,

As I found that my master is my servant and my servant is my master,

So today, I am the Master of my destiny,

No longer living in ignominy

And life is more than about me,

It’s bigger than you and I,

So, open your mind,

And keep your head to the sky….

© 2009 Frank T Williams

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