May 22, 2008 - Thursday
Whateva you need MAMI...Quorizzzzzzzma GOT U!
Current mood: horny
Whateva- Jill Scott
Yeah, oh, hey
Yeah, oh, mmm, mmm
You pulled some tricks out yo sleeve last night
Everything I fantasize about, ah
You had me climbing up a wall, how many ways was GOD called?
You represented in the fashion of the truly gifted
You ooh, put it down last night
Knocked me out and had me dreamin' 'bout waking up alright
Do you want some money baby?
How about some chicken wings?
Do you want some fish and grits?
I'll hurry and go get it!
Whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva,
whateva
Wha-eva, whateva baby, whatever baby
Whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva whateva,
whateva
Whateva, whateva, whatever, oh
We made a groove last night
A poignant rockin' forth and back, alright
Anything I can do for you, just ask
Sometimes you won't have to
I'll be happy just to make you happy and that's true, oh
We made powerful love last night
Never knew passion could taste so sweet, alright
I made a vow to you, everything I do for you
Is a joy and gift, you've got my whole life lifted
Whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva,
whateva
Whateva, whatever you want me to do
Whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva, whateva,
whatevah
It's cool baby, lovin' me the way you do
Whateva, whateva, whatever you want me to do
I'll be happy to do, baby
Thanks Jilly from Philly
Yes tricks come out the sleeve....
When you drop me to my knees....
Got me sayin Please!....
Cause I love the way you tease....
Me....
And my body....
Lord help Me....
Get off this ceiling....
I dont know what she....
Is tryin to do to me....
But its working....
I watched her snore....
She caught me starin and begged 4 more....
Im headed for the door....
But she wanted to do it again....
On the floor....
Now I'm giving her more......
So i called in sick....
And began to eat....
Her fish and grits....
Chicken wings....
And swallowed her juicy collard greens....
Touching deliberate....
Fondeling poignant....
Seconds turn into creamy minutes....
We get so engrossed in it....
And I'm so deep in it....
Wait....
Did you feel that....
When I pulled back....
Then shifted like that....
Oooh I know you felt that....
So...you like that....
Like milk to a cat....
You so strong....
Ridin me all morning long....
Exploding like a nuclear bomb....
The neighbors can hear our song....
But we aint doin nothin wrong....
Just singing our song....
Let them Listen....
The world needs more Passion....
Let them Listen....
Passion this Powerful....
Is a rare Blessin'....
Ill never let this rhythm go....
Whereever we go....
A common Passion only we know....
Whatever you feel head to toe....
Is what i feel head to toe....
Whateva....whateva....whateva.....
...foreva....
Quorizzzzzzzma.....
P.S. For all the sexiest MAMI's out there....
5.23.2008
5.22.2008
"If I could Turn Back the Handz of Time"
May 22, 2008 - Thursday
"If I could turn back the hands of time" lyriczzzzzzz
Current mood: creative
How did I ever let you slip away
Never knowing I'd be singing this song some day
And now I'm sinking, sinking to rise no more
Ever since you closed the door
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd still be mine
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then darlin' you, you'd still be mine
Funny, funny how time goes by
And blessings are missed in the wink of an eye
Ohh Why oh why oh why should one have to go on suffering
When every day I pray please come back to me
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd, you would be mine
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd, still be mine
And you had enough love for the both of us
But I, I, I did you wrong, I admit I did
But now I'm facing the rest of my life alone, whoa
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd, you would be mine, whoa
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd, still be mine
Ohh I'd never hurt you (If I could turn back)
Never do you wrong (If I could turn back)
And never leave your side (If I could turn back)
Turn back, the hands (the hands)
There'd be nothing I wouldn't do for you (If I could turn back)
Forever honest and true to you (If I could turn back)
If you accept me back, in your heart, (If I could turn back the hands)
And I love you
Whoa (If I could turn back)
That would be my will (If I could turn back)
Darlin' I'm begging you to take me by the hands (If I could turn back the hands)
I'm going down, yes I am (If I could turn back)
Down on my bended knee, yeah (If I could turn back)
And I'm gonna be right there until you return to me, whoa (If I could turn back the hands)
If I could just turn back that little clock on the wall (If I could turn back)
Then I'd come to realize how much I love you (If I could turn back)
Love you. Love you. Love you (If I could turn back the hands)
Time....something I don't have. Something I can't control like a remote. I'm a slave to time and its powers of healing and destruction. For there is a set and appointed time for everything in God's Plan. That Master Plan that, for the most part, we can’t understand. Sometimes to see the Power we have to get ourselves in something WE can't get ourselves out of. You have to learn to wait and LET GOD. It's so hard. We can’t turn back the hands of time but we sure do try. Hope for a kindling of love where there was once a towering inferno. Tears put that fire out long ago. In the end time just keeps on trekking without any signs you are coming along. You don’t get a choice.
It's this seeming lack of options that makes the situation appear so desperate. Time can’t be changed so hope MUST be lost, right. As we say in the Dirty: "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT, man HELL naw". Damn right. It ain't over. As a matter of fact the WORD even calls us (g)ods.
Maybe that's where the brothas in the NY got "What up god" from when they greet each other lol Big Ups to the NY yo
You guys keep ur heads up til we figure out how to stop hurtin each other AIGHT!!
Your brother,
Quorizzzzzzzma....
"If I could turn back the hands of time" lyriczzzzzzz
Current mood: creative
How did I ever let you slip away
Never knowing I'd be singing this song some day
And now I'm sinking, sinking to rise no more
Ever since you closed the door
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd still be mine
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then darlin' you, you'd still be mine
Funny, funny how time goes by
And blessings are missed in the wink of an eye
Ohh Why oh why oh why should one have to go on suffering
When every day I pray please come back to me
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd, you would be mine
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd, still be mine
And you had enough love for the both of us
But I, I, I did you wrong, I admit I did
But now I'm facing the rest of my life alone, whoa
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd, you would be mine, whoa
If I could turn, turn back the hands of time
Then my darlin' you'd, still be mine
Ohh I'd never hurt you (If I could turn back)
Never do you wrong (If I could turn back)
And never leave your side (If I could turn back)
Turn back, the hands (the hands)
There'd be nothing I wouldn't do for you (If I could turn back)
Forever honest and true to you (If I could turn back)
If you accept me back, in your heart, (If I could turn back the hands)
And I love you
Whoa (If I could turn back)
That would be my will (If I could turn back)
Darlin' I'm begging you to take me by the hands (If I could turn back the hands)
I'm going down, yes I am (If I could turn back)
Down on my bended knee, yeah (If I could turn back)
And I'm gonna be right there until you return to me, whoa (If I could turn back the hands)
If I could just turn back that little clock on the wall (If I could turn back)
Then I'd come to realize how much I love you (If I could turn back)
Love you. Love you. Love you (If I could turn back the hands)
Time....something I don't have. Something I can't control like a remote. I'm a slave to time and its powers of healing and destruction. For there is a set and appointed time for everything in God's Plan. That Master Plan that, for the most part, we can’t understand. Sometimes to see the Power we have to get ourselves in something WE can't get ourselves out of. You have to learn to wait and LET GOD. It's so hard. We can’t turn back the hands of time but we sure do try. Hope for a kindling of love where there was once a towering inferno. Tears put that fire out long ago. In the end time just keeps on trekking without any signs you are coming along. You don’t get a choice.
It's this seeming lack of options that makes the situation appear so desperate. Time can’t be changed so hope MUST be lost, right. As we say in the Dirty: "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT, man HELL naw". Damn right. It ain't over. As a matter of fact the WORD even calls us (g)ods.
Maybe that's where the brothas in the NY got "What up god" from when they greet each other lol Big Ups to the NY yo
You guys keep ur heads up til we figure out how to stop hurtin each other AIGHT!!
Your brother,
Quorizzzzzzzma....
5.20.2008
Why You Go, MAMI
WHY YOU GO, MAMI
Why the FUCK you leave me…
Right when I was ready….
Ready to give you all of me.
Finally!
I was ready…
But you changed on me
And that hurt.
Rumors of your matrimony
Sound so phony.
Cuz I know you really want me
And not that otha homey
But I don’t know how to love ME.
Expecting this disaster
My tears still come faster
Than expected…
My dream deflected
Like harmful cosmic rays bouncing off our atmosphere
I experienced my greatest fear
When I opened up the casket of my heart
But instead of resuscitating life
You turned hope into more pain and despair
And how I so DO care…
I care…
When things were supposed to start making sense,
I guess I lost to a man with more experience…
A better moustache….
Or style and class…
A better ride
Or maybe a better smile…
A better kiss and touch…….
Baby I miss yo ass so MUCH!!
Thinkin bout makin love to someone else
Makes me wanna blow chunks.
The door was open but it shut so quickly.
I thought I was headed to OZ…
Getting ready to go to The Island…
I knew I wasn’t in the land of Lonely Jayhawks anymore…
But I was wrong.
Life took my existence
Crumbled it like herb
And smoked it out of a cheap glass bong.
The sticky black shit under my eyes is the residue of tears…
The remnant of burnt out relationships over the years.
I’m trying so hard to hide this pain…
Pain from waiting…
When I should have been DATING…
You…
I was supposed to be with you.
The stars aligned and brought me to you
But I wasn’t ready for you…
Not ready for commitment to the connection…
Too busy running in the wrong direction…
Searching for answers to questions I had been asking for decades.
Not realizing you were the answer was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made.
No more Kool-Aid.
Just sour Lemonade…
I should be sweetly and tenderly kissing and touching you….
Stroking, holding, embracing you….
Not spending the rest of my life
Settling for less than you…
Quorizzzzzzzma….
Why the FUCK you leave me…
Right when I was ready….
Ready to give you all of me.
Finally!
I was ready…
But you changed on me
And that hurt.
Rumors of your matrimony
Sound so phony.
Cuz I know you really want me
And not that otha homey
But I don’t know how to love ME.
Expecting this disaster
My tears still come faster
Than expected…
My dream deflected
Like harmful cosmic rays bouncing off our atmosphere
I experienced my greatest fear
When I opened up the casket of my heart
But instead of resuscitating life
You turned hope into more pain and despair
And how I so DO care…
I care…
When things were supposed to start making sense,
I guess I lost to a man with more experience…
A better moustache….
Or style and class…
A better ride
Or maybe a better smile…
A better kiss and touch…….
Baby I miss yo ass so MUCH!!
Thinkin bout makin love to someone else
Makes me wanna blow chunks.
The door was open but it shut so quickly.
I thought I was headed to OZ…
Getting ready to go to The Island…
I knew I wasn’t in the land of Lonely Jayhawks anymore…
But I was wrong.
Life took my existence
Crumbled it like herb
And smoked it out of a cheap glass bong.
The sticky black shit under my eyes is the residue of tears…
The remnant of burnt out relationships over the years.
I’m trying so hard to hide this pain…
Pain from waiting…
When I should have been DATING…
You…
I was supposed to be with you.
The stars aligned and brought me to you
But I wasn’t ready for you…
Not ready for commitment to the connection…
Too busy running in the wrong direction…
Searching for answers to questions I had been asking for decades.
Not realizing you were the answer was one of the biggest mistakes I ever made.
No more Kool-Aid.
Just sour Lemonade…
I should be sweetly and tenderly kissing and touching you….
Stroking, holding, embracing you….
Not spending the rest of my life
Settling for less than you…
Quorizzzzzzzma….
We Need Our Mothers
We Need Our Mothers
Our cry is the same
The nation is gearing for spiritual change.
Our mothers are sad.
Their kids keep dying in Baghdad.
Our mothers are grieving…
In politicians they only used to believe.
Our mothers are praying
That “yall” won’t be long staying.
Our mothers miss you…
Definitely throwin’ a big homecoming or two!
I pray our mothers
Will learn to depend on God and each other.
I pray our mothers
Won’t amuse the Devil and shy from each other.
I pray our mothers
Pray for each other….
My Mother…
Your love has been like no other’s.
My Mother…
Thanks for me, my sister, and my brothers.
My Mother…
Thank you, God for my Mother.
Our mothers
Need men at this time like no other.
The mothers
Are the God-given nurturers.
Without mothers
A world much like our own we’d rediscover.
I need my mothers
At this time like no other.
I need my mothers
Because men immature during life’s cold winters.
I need my mothers
To guide me from chaotic preemptive thundershowers.
I need mothers
At this time like no other.
No mother?
Then I’ll share with you, my sister or brother
Because we need mothers at this time like no other.
A mother.
How do I describe her?
Mother-
God’s gift to this and every man like no other…
Quorizzzzzzzma....
Our cry is the same
The nation is gearing for spiritual change.
Our mothers are sad.
Their kids keep dying in Baghdad.
Our mothers are grieving…
In politicians they only used to believe.
Our mothers are praying
That “yall” won’t be long staying.
Our mothers miss you…
Definitely throwin’ a big homecoming or two!
I pray our mothers
Will learn to depend on God and each other.
I pray our mothers
Won’t amuse the Devil and shy from each other.
I pray our mothers
Pray for each other….
My Mother…
Your love has been like no other’s.
My Mother…
Thanks for me, my sister, and my brothers.
My Mother…
Thank you, God for my Mother.
Our mothers
Need men at this time like no other.
The mothers
Are the God-given nurturers.
Without mothers
A world much like our own we’d rediscover.
I need my mothers
At this time like no other.
I need my mothers
Because men immature during life’s cold winters.
I need my mothers
To guide me from chaotic preemptive thundershowers.
I need mothers
At this time like no other.
No mother?
Then I’ll share with you, my sister or brother
Because we need mothers at this time like no other.
A mother.
How do I describe her?
Mother-
God’s gift to this and every man like no other…
Quorizzzzzzzma....
Yeah, I'm Black
Yeah, I’m Black
It has become plain to me
Some of yall think I’m too free.
A red bone with that look.
Folks think I keep a fat, black book!
Folks think I get special treatment.
Folks think I’m yellow and very different.
I wish folks didn’t prejudice my tone…
Say I aint black and leave a brotha alone.
But I don’t get respect from my own race…
Say I’m too bright to darken the African American space.
What about Caucasians and their viewpoint?
A drop is black. One ancestor makes you black.
I’m sure you get the point.
But white people acknowledge my heritage faster
While my race is full of non-caring harassers.
All we do is make assumptions about each other.
When I might be “blacker” than others.
But all we do is make assumptions about each other.
I found out just how black I was
When it came to the discrimination of
This white looking Black man in front of you.
Tired of begging folks to believe I’m black too.
So I accepted it long ago on the inside
While many uncertainties died
With all the pain of non acceptance I cried.
Does it really matter if you see black?
Yes and No and I’ll explain that.
Yes because I am not immune to prejudice.
And No because there are things more important than this.
But, just for the record, I am black.
I am French, Dutch, Indian, White, Creole, and Black.
I have always been and always will be black
And when I die, I’ll still be black!
Quorizma…
8-2-04
It has become plain to me
Some of yall think I’m too free.
A red bone with that look.
Folks think I keep a fat, black book!
Folks think I get special treatment.
Folks think I’m yellow and very different.
I wish folks didn’t prejudice my tone…
Say I aint black and leave a brotha alone.
But I don’t get respect from my own race…
Say I’m too bright to darken the African American space.
What about Caucasians and their viewpoint?
A drop is black. One ancestor makes you black.
I’m sure you get the point.
But white people acknowledge my heritage faster
While my race is full of non-caring harassers.
All we do is make assumptions about each other.
When I might be “blacker” than others.
But all we do is make assumptions about each other.
I found out just how black I was
When it came to the discrimination of
This white looking Black man in front of you.
Tired of begging folks to believe I’m black too.
So I accepted it long ago on the inside
While many uncertainties died
With all the pain of non acceptance I cried.
Does it really matter if you see black?
Yes and No and I’ll explain that.
Yes because I am not immune to prejudice.
And No because there are things more important than this.
But, just for the record, I am black.
I am French, Dutch, Indian, White, Creole, and Black.
I have always been and always will be black
And when I die, I’ll still be black!
Quorizma…
8-2-04
5.15.2008
We Need Free
We Need Free
Free housing…
Free food…
Free travel…
Free spirits…
Free water…
Free air…
Free government…
Free education…
Free healthcare…
Free time…
Free air is the only thing left on this list
In which freedom still exists.
Land of the free?
Depends on who you’re asking.
One thing I do know-
Aint nothin’ free about the hood, slum, or ghetto.
Aint nothing free about wanting to take a needed vacation
But can’t because of the
Ongoing struggle-to-just-survive situation.
Nobody likes it when I ask the question:
“Can’t someone somewhere come up with a new suggestion?”
I just refuse to believe
That this is the best freedom we can achieve.
Oh, I know if you’re rich
That you really can’t feel this
But this is not for you rich.
Yet rest assured-one day-the tables will be switched.
I am poor and real freedom is what the poor long for.
Not what high tech high priced technology next has in store.
Technology could be saving humans
Instead of reenslaving human beings.
All advancements we make
Have become red taped marketability issues.
But the poor can’t afford them
So it doesn’t cater to their issues.
How does life get betta for real
If dead presidents keep classist gaps unfilled?
It’s like they don’t believe in life.
It’s like “freedom” is the opposite of what’s right.
But free people are happy people.
I believe free people don’t put all their trust in corporate steeples.
Free people are still accountable people.
As free people are righteous people.
In America we don’t praise accountability.
But look for ways to make accountability
Nobody’s responsibility.
Except for the poor by which all the rich
Mistakes and sins are paid for.
Family structure and strength are being tapped out.
Current and former family heads
Agree with what I’m speaking about.
When a divorcee turns to look at what was
How often did a lot of their stresses have a financial cause?
But I have never heard of a company apologizing
For the family institution’s destabilizing.
Lobbying corporate dictatorships should no longer be given free reign
To manipulate the emotions of families needing a break from financial strain.
The government has sacrificed integrity
To satisfy the rich minority.
But every year it’s just the same story
About who can achieve the most political glory.
But this is a voice of the poor
Hiding behind no religious, corporate, or political doors.
Yet mine is not a lone voice
As freedom is becoming the masses’ choice.
We are now facing them eye to eye
So they can’t just shake their heads
And walk on by.
No, the dead slaves are waking up.
And that is why the world is shaking up.
Quorizma…
9-29-04
Free housing…
Free food…
Free travel…
Free spirits…
Free water…
Free air…
Free government…
Free education…
Free healthcare…
Free time…
Free air is the only thing left on this list
In which freedom still exists.
Land of the free?
Depends on who you’re asking.
One thing I do know-
Aint nothin’ free about the hood, slum, or ghetto.
Aint nothing free about wanting to take a needed vacation
But can’t because of the
Ongoing struggle-to-just-survive situation.
Nobody likes it when I ask the question:
“Can’t someone somewhere come up with a new suggestion?”
I just refuse to believe
That this is the best freedom we can achieve.
Oh, I know if you’re rich
That you really can’t feel this
But this is not for you rich.
Yet rest assured-one day-the tables will be switched.
I am poor and real freedom is what the poor long for.
Not what high tech high priced technology next has in store.
Technology could be saving humans
Instead of reenslaving human beings.
All advancements we make
Have become red taped marketability issues.
But the poor can’t afford them
So it doesn’t cater to their issues.
How does life get betta for real
If dead presidents keep classist gaps unfilled?
It’s like they don’t believe in life.
It’s like “freedom” is the opposite of what’s right.
But free people are happy people.
I believe free people don’t put all their trust in corporate steeples.
Free people are still accountable people.
As free people are righteous people.
In America we don’t praise accountability.
But look for ways to make accountability
Nobody’s responsibility.
Except for the poor by which all the rich
Mistakes and sins are paid for.
Family structure and strength are being tapped out.
Current and former family heads
Agree with what I’m speaking about.
When a divorcee turns to look at what was
How often did a lot of their stresses have a financial cause?
But I have never heard of a company apologizing
For the family institution’s destabilizing.
Lobbying corporate dictatorships should no longer be given free reign
To manipulate the emotions of families needing a break from financial strain.
The government has sacrificed integrity
To satisfy the rich minority.
But every year it’s just the same story
About who can achieve the most political glory.
But this is a voice of the poor
Hiding behind no religious, corporate, or political doors.
Yet mine is not a lone voice
As freedom is becoming the masses’ choice.
We are now facing them eye to eye
So they can’t just shake their heads
And walk on by.
No, the dead slaves are waking up.
And that is why the world is shaking up.
Quorizma…
9-29-04
Mo Mo and New New
MO MO AND NEW NEW
Morgan. Timothy.
Pieces of me.
My babies. My mini me’s.
My words attempt to describe the void.
They fail and just crumble like a bunch of noise.
I so let you down.
Should have worn my crown.
But instead I selfishly broke under pressure
And broke outta town.
You two won’t believe the mess I made.
Didn’t realize til too late how I had it made.
Thought I was exposed to hurts and pains
But compared to all that’s happened since 2003
Really, I was just chillin in the shade.
I would rather have stayed with you
On your side of the Mississippi
With my young King Timothy
And Princess Morgan.
Boy, you guys are never borin.
Even takin you to Wal-Mart was fun.
So proud to tell people you were smiling at
That she is my daughter
And this is my son.
I hope that you don’t look at this-
This absence-
Tragically.
Maybe-just maybe-
This was the only way God could prepare me.
Maybe like a coupon
This is how he meant for it to be-
For a limited time only.
But you can learn from me
And don’t be like me
And run away
Just cause things aren’t going your way.
Be bold.
Not weak.
There is no love in these broke streets.
Look within.
Believe you can make your dreams happen.
You can.
Don’t let anybody steal your ambitions.
Aspire and aspire some more.
Me not being there
Is not an excuse for you not to go anywhere.
Yeah I messed up
But I won’t give up.
I could never get these 3 years back.
I owe you 1,000 goodnight kisses each.
And I wish everyday I could get every one back.
So I send them in my prayers and dreams
That they might still find your cheeks.
It hurts so much Tim.
It hurts so much Morgan.
Just writing your names
Brings tears, regrets, and pain.
How can I get back to you?
Back to tucking you in at night
And spending all my time with you?
I tried and tried
But I think I told one too many lies….
To myself.
Now the reality of the times has set in
And the consequences of my actions
Coupled with the actions of my consequences
Has left me wondering how I got so selfish
And left you fatherless and defenseless?
And for what?
Tim this is for you
And Morgan you too….
NOT ENOUGH!!
Deep, deep in my conscious
I carry desires burning like Santa Ana gusts
Over innocent forests.
Never letting me forget your smiles.
When I looked into your cribs
I knew from the flames in your eyes
That you are destined to be stars.
May that flame carry you wide and far.
Like dragons your power is limitless
And your wisdoms shall be timeless.
You two are so precious.
Your very presence
Has shaken creation’s existence.
Your thoughts and pains,
Triumphs and defeats,
Reverberate through the continuum
Of time and space.
Nothing has been the same since your conceptions
For God poured out his boundless love
Mercy
Kindness
And joy without hesitation.
Blessed to be filled
And filled with blessings.
May life never put your fires out.
You can show humans the way back to sanity
Away from ideology
And focused on reality.
But you didn’t get that power from me.
Lift your hands up to Jehovah everyday
And acknowledge his mercy when you pray.
He is generous Timothy.
He will crown you with your destiny.
He is kind Morgan.
He will teach you to be a respectable woman.
Always look after and nurture each other.
Timothy you must protect your sister
And Morgan, you should listen to the decrees of your brother.
By divine will you have come to this world.
Keep His will first and not that of other boys and girls.
Remember who loves you
And pray for those who don’t.
Never judge anyone
Or judgment to you will come.
Work everyday to make tomorrow better.
Work so you don’t have to work
But when you have to work
Follow the directions to the letter.
Stay on your path of light
And your lights will always shine bright.
My babies. Blessed with countless abilities.
So glad and proud to be your Daddy.
Though I don’t deserve to be.
I will always love you for eternity.
My princess Morgan.
My prince Timothy.
My mini me’s.
Quorizzzzzzzma….
Morgan. Timothy.
Pieces of me.
My babies. My mini me’s.
My words attempt to describe the void.
They fail and just crumble like a bunch of noise.
I so let you down.
Should have worn my crown.
But instead I selfishly broke under pressure
And broke outta town.
You two won’t believe the mess I made.
Didn’t realize til too late how I had it made.
Thought I was exposed to hurts and pains
But compared to all that’s happened since 2003
Really, I was just chillin in the shade.
I would rather have stayed with you
On your side of the Mississippi
With my young King Timothy
And Princess Morgan.
Boy, you guys are never borin.
Even takin you to Wal-Mart was fun.
So proud to tell people you were smiling at
That she is my daughter
And this is my son.
I hope that you don’t look at this-
This absence-
Tragically.
Maybe-just maybe-
This was the only way God could prepare me.
Maybe like a coupon
This is how he meant for it to be-
For a limited time only.
But you can learn from me
And don’t be like me
And run away
Just cause things aren’t going your way.
Be bold.
Not weak.
There is no love in these broke streets.
Look within.
Believe you can make your dreams happen.
You can.
Don’t let anybody steal your ambitions.
Aspire and aspire some more.
Me not being there
Is not an excuse for you not to go anywhere.
Yeah I messed up
But I won’t give up.
I could never get these 3 years back.
I owe you 1,000 goodnight kisses each.
And I wish everyday I could get every one back.
So I send them in my prayers and dreams
That they might still find your cheeks.
It hurts so much Tim.
It hurts so much Morgan.
Just writing your names
Brings tears, regrets, and pain.
How can I get back to you?
Back to tucking you in at night
And spending all my time with you?
I tried and tried
But I think I told one too many lies….
To myself.
Now the reality of the times has set in
And the consequences of my actions
Coupled with the actions of my consequences
Has left me wondering how I got so selfish
And left you fatherless and defenseless?
And for what?
Tim this is for you
And Morgan you too….
NOT ENOUGH!!
Deep, deep in my conscious
I carry desires burning like Santa Ana gusts
Over innocent forests.
Never letting me forget your smiles.
When I looked into your cribs
I knew from the flames in your eyes
That you are destined to be stars.
May that flame carry you wide and far.
Like dragons your power is limitless
And your wisdoms shall be timeless.
You two are so precious.
Your very presence
Has shaken creation’s existence.
Your thoughts and pains,
Triumphs and defeats,
Reverberate through the continuum
Of time and space.
Nothing has been the same since your conceptions
For God poured out his boundless love
Mercy
Kindness
And joy without hesitation.
Blessed to be filled
And filled with blessings.
May life never put your fires out.
You can show humans the way back to sanity
Away from ideology
And focused on reality.
But you didn’t get that power from me.
Lift your hands up to Jehovah everyday
And acknowledge his mercy when you pray.
He is generous Timothy.
He will crown you with your destiny.
He is kind Morgan.
He will teach you to be a respectable woman.
Always look after and nurture each other.
Timothy you must protect your sister
And Morgan, you should listen to the decrees of your brother.
By divine will you have come to this world.
Keep His will first and not that of other boys and girls.
Remember who loves you
And pray for those who don’t.
Never judge anyone
Or judgment to you will come.
Work everyday to make tomorrow better.
Work so you don’t have to work
But when you have to work
Follow the directions to the letter.
Stay on your path of light
And your lights will always shine bright.
My babies. Blessed with countless abilities.
So glad and proud to be your Daddy.
Though I don’t deserve to be.
I will always love you for eternity.
My princess Morgan.
My prince Timothy.
My mini me’s.
Quorizzzzzzzma….
Soul Ties
Them Damn SOUL TIES!!
Current mood: artistic
Category: Romance and Relationships
Soul Ties
Cutting a spiritual soul tie-
How do I?
How do I cut the umbilical glue?
'Tween what I want
And what has come true?
Slits in the skit
Slowly bleeding daily
And romantically torturing my soul.
No peace.
It's imprisonment
With no release.
It's almost impossible
To cut an invisible
Soul Tie
With an "everlasting" wife.
I'm going to be followed
By the slow and steady
Drip….drip….drip….
Of memories as they
Slip….slip….slip….
Away….
But the tie will stay….
It will cross my mind at least once a day
No matter what nosey folks say.
What do they know anyway?
One day at a time
One million dried up tears
Is replaced by a brand new year.
A year of new visions.
A year of new friendships.
A new year of old hopes.
Hopes that a soul tie
Will die
And become history
So I can be.
Time it will take
To forget our date.
The date of our union
When we walked through
A field of spinning love confusion.
Drunk off our own pain and emotion
As we brought forbidden world's together
And thought we'd never
Spin away from each other.
But our future has been uprooted
And our destinies rebooted
To the tune of lies
And timid alibis
As to why
We had to cut our spiritual soul tie.
Every time I lose love
Part of me dies
Like a cat with 999 lives
Will there ever be another time
When I know I found the love of my life
Or have I just cut my last Soul Tie?
I wrote this piece at the end of 2004 through to the beginning of 2005. I was going through it with my girl at the time and I thought it was one of the toughest times of my life. See, some of yall are used to relationships lasting months at a time and sometimes even years. But for me relationships don’t typically last long enough to technically become relationships. "Fiascos" is more like it. Flings. Settling for less than what I deserve to the detriment of myself and those I love. After 31 years I guess this is what makes me somewhat gullible to relationships that seem like they COULD last. They never do. Not when I think I know what I am doing.
Well, four years and several unnecessary battles later this tie has finally been cut and I found this piece that I wrote like the day of. Crazy. I have learned so much and been through so much more since then. Jail. Homelessness. Fights. COURT. Oh my God too much California Court. Am I upset about the cut? It's devastating. It really has a profound effect on people's psyche and emotional makeup. The only way I could really describe it is it kinda felt like the hot ax of GOD came down between us and said "NO MORE". Ever since I had that feeling for the first time ever in my life this person and I have been at war. I think it's mostly because powerful expectations weren't fulfilled. When YOU believe God sent you something, you follow like a good little lamb. When codependent individuals interact with an insecure individual the insecure person's needs are focused on more so than the codependent person's needs. It's in a codependent person's nature to nurture. THAT's the codependency. It all makes sense, really, when you take The Almighty out of it for just a second and look at it for what it is. The all too common battle between codependency and insecurity. And we wonder why 50% of marriages fail. What percentage of the American population actually gets a course on relationships? Either home or school? And I don't believe insecurity makes one innocent in any way either. Insecurities inhibit the realization of God's blessings and your awareness as well as acceptance of His guidance in your life especially in times of covert spiritual danger. I am referring to doing things like second guessing His generosities but also falling for anything with an obscure and unfamiliar sparkle just because you believe it might boost your self esteem and confidence level half a notch. The codependent person, feeling entitled to appreciation and gratitude, may quickly judge the manifestations of these apparent insecurities as signs of evil, weakness, unreliability, and what drives some to madness, disloyalty and/or betrayal. Whichever the delusion, it is not healthy or progressive for either party to operate in it for long periods of time-such as years-or soon perception becomes reality and neither of you can really see the "evil" in it until you let each other down, each of you gets hurt, and the blaming games begin.
Fellas, don’t get caught up trying to deny your spiritual soul tie. If you know in your soul you are tied to that woman don’t be embarrassed of her cause she aint cute or rich. She wasn’t rich or cute when you made that 2nd or 3rd child with her. After I wrote this piece I went back to my Soul Tie one too many times because I thought I was supposed to and it cost me dearly. I couldn’t see someone I was more truly connected to because I thought I was BOUND to someone else. So the one I wasn’t REALLY connected to has become the reason I am not with the one I really WAS connected to. I let almost 3 years go by before I realized it but I am so glad I realized the FIRST one was the WRONG one.
Now that the right one has been revealed she has decided to continue other pursuits than she and I and it hurts-but I did this to us-not her. She gave me the go ahead. I didn’t move. She said please. I said I can't. I said OK. She said it's too late.
So where do I go from here? Forward. A wise man once said 'I have nowhere to go but up!' That's exactly how I feel too brotha.
My heart is spent and my eyes are all cried out...or so it seems. Then I hear a song and it's all over.
I just know I learned my lesson when it comes to soul ties and I will be careful creating them in the future not only for me and the other person's sakes but also for my children and family that I have forced to suffer as they watch me go through these unnecessary and grueling situations. I know God still has a plan for me and he won’t put more on me than I can bear. Not even a seemingly indestructible Soul Tie.
Quorizma....
Current mood: artistic
Category: Romance and Relationships
Soul Ties
Cutting a spiritual soul tie-
How do I?
How do I cut the umbilical glue?
'Tween what I want
And what has come true?
Slits in the skit
Slowly bleeding daily
And romantically torturing my soul.
No peace.
It's imprisonment
With no release.
It's almost impossible
To cut an invisible
Soul Tie
With an "everlasting" wife.
I'm going to be followed
By the slow and steady
Drip….drip….drip….
Of memories as they
Slip….slip….slip….
Away….
But the tie will stay….
It will cross my mind at least once a day
No matter what nosey folks say.
What do they know anyway?
One day at a time
One million dried up tears
Is replaced by a brand new year.
A year of new visions.
A year of new friendships.
A new year of old hopes.
Hopes that a soul tie
Will die
And become history
So I can be.
Time it will take
To forget our date.
The date of our union
When we walked through
A field of spinning love confusion.
Drunk off our own pain and emotion
As we brought forbidden world's together
And thought we'd never
Spin away from each other.
But our future has been uprooted
And our destinies rebooted
To the tune of lies
And timid alibis
As to why
We had to cut our spiritual soul tie.
Every time I lose love
Part of me dies
Like a cat with 999 lives
Will there ever be another time
When I know I found the love of my life
Or have I just cut my last Soul Tie?
I wrote this piece at the end of 2004 through to the beginning of 2005. I was going through it with my girl at the time and I thought it was one of the toughest times of my life. See, some of yall are used to relationships lasting months at a time and sometimes even years. But for me relationships don’t typically last long enough to technically become relationships. "Fiascos" is more like it. Flings. Settling for less than what I deserve to the detriment of myself and those I love. After 31 years I guess this is what makes me somewhat gullible to relationships that seem like they COULD last. They never do. Not when I think I know what I am doing.
Well, four years and several unnecessary battles later this tie has finally been cut and I found this piece that I wrote like the day of. Crazy. I have learned so much and been through so much more since then. Jail. Homelessness. Fights. COURT. Oh my God too much California Court. Am I upset about the cut? It's devastating. It really has a profound effect on people's psyche and emotional makeup. The only way I could really describe it is it kinda felt like the hot ax of GOD came down between us and said "NO MORE". Ever since I had that feeling for the first time ever in my life this person and I have been at war. I think it's mostly because powerful expectations weren't fulfilled. When YOU believe God sent you something, you follow like a good little lamb. When codependent individuals interact with an insecure individual the insecure person's needs are focused on more so than the codependent person's needs. It's in a codependent person's nature to nurture. THAT's the codependency. It all makes sense, really, when you take The Almighty out of it for just a second and look at it for what it is. The all too common battle between codependency and insecurity. And we wonder why 50% of marriages fail. What percentage of the American population actually gets a course on relationships? Either home or school? And I don't believe insecurity makes one innocent in any way either. Insecurities inhibit the realization of God's blessings and your awareness as well as acceptance of His guidance in your life especially in times of covert spiritual danger. I am referring to doing things like second guessing His generosities but also falling for anything with an obscure and unfamiliar sparkle just because you believe it might boost your self esteem and confidence level half a notch. The codependent person, feeling entitled to appreciation and gratitude, may quickly judge the manifestations of these apparent insecurities as signs of evil, weakness, unreliability, and what drives some to madness, disloyalty and/or betrayal. Whichever the delusion, it is not healthy or progressive for either party to operate in it for long periods of time-such as years-or soon perception becomes reality and neither of you can really see the "evil" in it until you let each other down, each of you gets hurt, and the blaming games begin.
Fellas, don’t get caught up trying to deny your spiritual soul tie. If you know in your soul you are tied to that woman don’t be embarrassed of her cause she aint cute or rich. She wasn’t rich or cute when you made that 2nd or 3rd child with her. After I wrote this piece I went back to my Soul Tie one too many times because I thought I was supposed to and it cost me dearly. I couldn’t see someone I was more truly connected to because I thought I was BOUND to someone else. So the one I wasn’t REALLY connected to has become the reason I am not with the one I really WAS connected to. I let almost 3 years go by before I realized it but I am so glad I realized the FIRST one was the WRONG one.
Now that the right one has been revealed she has decided to continue other pursuits than she and I and it hurts-but I did this to us-not her. She gave me the go ahead. I didn’t move. She said please. I said I can't. I said OK. She said it's too late.
So where do I go from here? Forward. A wise man once said 'I have nowhere to go but up!' That's exactly how I feel too brotha.
My heart is spent and my eyes are all cried out...or so it seems. Then I hear a song and it's all over.
I just know I learned my lesson when it comes to soul ties and I will be careful creating them in the future not only for me and the other person's sakes but also for my children and family that I have forced to suffer as they watch me go through these unnecessary and grueling situations. I know God still has a plan for me and he won’t put more on me than I can bear. Not even a seemingly indestructible Soul Tie.
Quorizma....
Granny
GRANNY
A moon has stopped glowing.
An oak has stopped growing
But there is a shift in the spirit
As a new wind is blowing.
We have come to celebrate
Mattie Ruth Brownlee’s Homegoing.
We celebrate her love for the Lord
And His Word.
We celebrate her smile
And sweet simple country style.
We came to celebrate 93 years
Of cooking, cleaning, birthing, raising, crying,
Laughing, loving, praying, hoping, learning, forgetting,
Working, living, dreaming,
And building a family out of good ol’ fashion blood, sweat, and tears.
93 years…..
Come on now….
How many of us have any idea of what it’s like
To wake up and do ALL of that over 34,000 times?
Talk about commitment to survival.
A Queen Mother that didn’t get that
18th century-Matriarch-of-the-Tribe-she-truly-deserved-as
ROYALTY!
She saw so much of the good in people
And she saw so much of the bad.
Born in a time of war-
She saw more blood spilled in her lifetime
Than I would in three of my lifetimes.
She saw 16 Presidents, Icons, Heroes, Countries,
And indeed,
A WORLD
Come and go…...
Come and go……..
Come and go….......
Through it all,
Granny always had time for conversation.
I remember her cooking spicy sausage and white rice
She’d set that warm pot on her lap and
Eat straight of it…
My Daddy never would have let us do that
So we thought it was the funniest thing….
One of the highlights of my childhood was when
Mama came back for her High School reunion
And we spent the entire night laughing….
With our Granny….
Just us three….
Kevin, Candy, Granny, and Me….
I have quite a few memories on this street….
The hummingbirds I saw stayed with me
And remind me to move slowly…
And methodically….
When I think about Granny sittin on the porch
During Arkansas Rain
Sippin cold ice water out of one of those Mason Jars
Wrapped in a paper towel……..
When I think about her and my Grandfather
Holding hands taking walks down the street
Hands they’d hold for over half a century
I’m reminded to keep life simple
And to stick to my guns
Cuz, just like my Granny always STILL tells me
“God is going to take care of everything.”
She’d say, “Whenever you need anything
Or you feel lost and the world just won’t let you be,
Don’t worry. Just pray to the Lord and he will take care of everything.”
And she believed it.
She didn’t just say it.
She didn’t say “I love Jesus”
But then, “I hate you!” in the same breath.
She didn’t say, “Trust in the Lord”
And then beat the living spirit out of you.
She didn’t say, “I love you
And then vainly call down evil on you in the Lord’s name.
She lived it.
She lived it.
She prayed all the time
If she wasn’t praying
She must have been sleeping
Because my Granny kept Jesus on her mind and heart constantly
And for such a fine example
I am grateful eternally.
Granny I, we will miss you so much.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you and Daddy.
I know I say the same for Mackie Faye, Mattie Mae, Aunt Le, Uncle Sylvester,
And all the rest of your children and kinfolks you left behind
To carry on the torch of the McNutt and Brownlee Families
A part of which I am truly proud to be
Because when I think of my ancestry
Of strong black men and women
I’m humbled by the memory of a conversation
I had with Granny
When she told me how my great, great, great grandparents
Survived slavery and worse to go on and pass the torch to their
Grandbaby
So their grandbaby could pass it on to this great grandbaby
So that no one living in our lifetimes
Will ever forget the triumph and the dignity
Running through the veins of this entire Family.
So, even though I appreciate having the shortest month of the year
To honor the most neglected, dominated, and hated members of our society-
FOR ME-
THIS IS MY BLACK HISTORY.
Pride and resilience were the stockings she wore
When there weren’t two restrooms…
But four….
Hope and perseverance was the coat she wore
Whenever she felt like she just couldn’t take any more.
Generosity and kindness were the blouses she wore
Because if you had less and my grand parents were around
You always had just a little bit more…
She wore a beautiful hat of faith, love, honesty, integrity, and Family.
A hat the winds of hate, bigotry, prejudice,
Apathy, neglect, change, and just plain ol’ meanness
Could never blow off.
And these kids run around today talking
Bout somebody “hatin on them”
And they think that makes them cool.
Well guess what!
The lady we honor today would think you a fool
And at the same time love you enough to your face to tell you.
So, where do we go from here…?
I know my Mother and so many others hold you dear.
Please show me how to calm my mother’s tears
And how to be more like my Grandfather in coming years.
I want to keep on keeping on
Like yall did…..
Especially when times get hard and I wanna quit
I wanna keep on keeping on
Like yall did….
And you both kept on until the road came to its natural end….
And now I wanna finish my race
Like yall did….
With accomplishment and integrity.
We know it won’t be easy
But please keep and bless this family
To become all that it can be
So that every McNutt and every Brownlee
Knows no matter where we find our gigantic family
That we will give them the sweetest hospitality….
Just like yall did.
I ask, Granny, In Jesus Name, that we all overcome fears, doubts, shortcomings, stress,
sickness and depression...
Just like yall did….
Thank you so much for 31 years of love.
I will always love you as Mother of Mothers
And always miss you as Queen of Queens.
Forever you will be in my prayers.
And cuz the moon’ll never stop glowin’…
And oaks never stop growin’…
In Honor Of Jesse and Mattie Ruth Brownlee
We will continue to celebrate
Their smiles and
We will keep cooking!
Keep on cleaning!
We will keep working!
We will keep on crying!
We will keep on laughing!
Keep on hoping!
Keep on loving!
We will never stop praying
And we won’t stop dreaming!
We are gonna keep on keeping on
ALL THE WAY…
All the way…
Until it’s time for us to go home too Granny…
JUST
LIKE
YALL
DID!!
By
Quorizma
© 2008
A moon has stopped glowing.
An oak has stopped growing
But there is a shift in the spirit
As a new wind is blowing.
We have come to celebrate
Mattie Ruth Brownlee’s Homegoing.
We celebrate her love for the Lord
And His Word.
We celebrate her smile
And sweet simple country style.
We came to celebrate 93 years
Of cooking, cleaning, birthing, raising, crying,
Laughing, loving, praying, hoping, learning, forgetting,
Working, living, dreaming,
And building a family out of good ol’ fashion blood, sweat, and tears.
93 years…..
Come on now….
How many of us have any idea of what it’s like
To wake up and do ALL of that over 34,000 times?
Talk about commitment to survival.
A Queen Mother that didn’t get that
18th century-Matriarch-of-the-Tribe-she-truly-deserved-as
ROYALTY!
She saw so much of the good in people
And she saw so much of the bad.
Born in a time of war-
She saw more blood spilled in her lifetime
Than I would in three of my lifetimes.
She saw 16 Presidents, Icons, Heroes, Countries,
And indeed,
A WORLD
Come and go…...
Come and go……..
Come and go….......
Through it all,
Granny always had time for conversation.
I remember her cooking spicy sausage and white rice
She’d set that warm pot on her lap and
Eat straight of it…
My Daddy never would have let us do that
So we thought it was the funniest thing….
One of the highlights of my childhood was when
Mama came back for her High School reunion
And we spent the entire night laughing….
With our Granny….
Just us three….
Kevin, Candy, Granny, and Me….
I have quite a few memories on this street….
The hummingbirds I saw stayed with me
And remind me to move slowly…
And methodically….
When I think about Granny sittin on the porch
During Arkansas Rain
Sippin cold ice water out of one of those Mason Jars
Wrapped in a paper towel……..
When I think about her and my Grandfather
Holding hands taking walks down the street
Hands they’d hold for over half a century
I’m reminded to keep life simple
And to stick to my guns
Cuz, just like my Granny always STILL tells me
“God is going to take care of everything.”
She’d say, “Whenever you need anything
Or you feel lost and the world just won’t let you be,
Don’t worry. Just pray to the Lord and he will take care of everything.”
And she believed it.
She didn’t just say it.
She didn’t say “I love Jesus”
But then, “I hate you!” in the same breath.
She didn’t say, “Trust in the Lord”
And then beat the living spirit out of you.
She didn’t say, “I love you
And then vainly call down evil on you in the Lord’s name.
She lived it.
She lived it.
She prayed all the time
If she wasn’t praying
She must have been sleeping
Because my Granny kept Jesus on her mind and heart constantly
And for such a fine example
I am grateful eternally.
Granny I, we will miss you so much.
Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you and Daddy.
I know I say the same for Mackie Faye, Mattie Mae, Aunt Le, Uncle Sylvester,
And all the rest of your children and kinfolks you left behind
To carry on the torch of the McNutt and Brownlee Families
A part of which I am truly proud to be
Because when I think of my ancestry
Of strong black men and women
I’m humbled by the memory of a conversation
I had with Granny
When she told me how my great, great, great grandparents
Survived slavery and worse to go on and pass the torch to their
Grandbaby
So their grandbaby could pass it on to this great grandbaby
So that no one living in our lifetimes
Will ever forget the triumph and the dignity
Running through the veins of this entire Family.
So, even though I appreciate having the shortest month of the year
To honor the most neglected, dominated, and hated members of our society-
FOR ME-
THIS IS MY BLACK HISTORY.
Pride and resilience were the stockings she wore
When there weren’t two restrooms…
But four….
Hope and perseverance was the coat she wore
Whenever she felt like she just couldn’t take any more.
Generosity and kindness were the blouses she wore
Because if you had less and my grand parents were around
You always had just a little bit more…
She wore a beautiful hat of faith, love, honesty, integrity, and Family.
A hat the winds of hate, bigotry, prejudice,
Apathy, neglect, change, and just plain ol’ meanness
Could never blow off.
And these kids run around today talking
Bout somebody “hatin on them”
And they think that makes them cool.
Well guess what!
The lady we honor today would think you a fool
And at the same time love you enough to your face to tell you.
So, where do we go from here…?
I know my Mother and so many others hold you dear.
Please show me how to calm my mother’s tears
And how to be more like my Grandfather in coming years.
I want to keep on keeping on
Like yall did…..
Especially when times get hard and I wanna quit
I wanna keep on keeping on
Like yall did….
And you both kept on until the road came to its natural end….
And now I wanna finish my race
Like yall did….
With accomplishment and integrity.
We know it won’t be easy
But please keep and bless this family
To become all that it can be
So that every McNutt and every Brownlee
Knows no matter where we find our gigantic family
That we will give them the sweetest hospitality….
Just like yall did.
I ask, Granny, In Jesus Name, that we all overcome fears, doubts, shortcomings, stress,
sickness and depression...
Just like yall did….
Thank you so much for 31 years of love.
I will always love you as Mother of Mothers
And always miss you as Queen of Queens.
Forever you will be in my prayers.
And cuz the moon’ll never stop glowin’…
And oaks never stop growin’…
In Honor Of Jesse and Mattie Ruth Brownlee
We will continue to celebrate
Their smiles and
We will keep cooking!
Keep on cleaning!
We will keep working!
We will keep on crying!
We will keep on laughing!
Keep on hoping!
Keep on loving!
We will never stop praying
And we won’t stop dreaming!
We are gonna keep on keeping on
ALL THE WAY…
All the way…
Until it’s time for us to go home too Granny…
JUST
LIKE
YALL
DID!!
By
Quorizma
© 2008
Smiles in the Midst of the Struggle....
Smiles in the midst of the struggle
Keeps poetic cats like me very humble.
When the struggle tries to get the best
Somehow we still find ways to smile through the test.
Even though times get hard
I try to keep my smile on guard.
So many things to rob me of my joy-
Entanglements meant to make life hard to enjoy.
My tear soaked smile has grown a muscle-
No dimples but biceps in my cheeks reflect my hustle
Just to keep a smile on my face through the struggle
Till we all get to Paradise and smile together with no trouble.
Oh what a day it will be
When we all can smile together freely
But I don't have perfect integrity
So sometimes I need MY POETS to help me.
Ground me.
Sustain me.
And sharpen me.
Because if I let it the world would grind me…
Dull.
Void of the spontaneous spirituality that truly defines me.
The better inner part of you and me.
See, it's the US we don't see that truly defines us.
Better than the superficial measures of success.
Better than titles we fight to earn from us to give to us.
So much better than the things we use to divide us.
It's the realization of this station
That allows me to smile through my situation
And you can accuse me of all kinds of hateration
Cause I'm not just blaming someone else because they are CAUcasian.
Nooo! I'm smiling through the consequences of my own decision making.
I'm full to the brim with excuses
All kinds of personal abuses
Just like the drug addict uses
Poison to masquerade the path he chooses.
I've been fighting in the dark to find light
But if I let my light shine I'll have light.
There is no brighter light than light from within
The soul of a real man when he is reaching for his spiritual height.
A light that no pain, no depression, no jealousy, and no lie
Can turn into night.
And that's one of the only things I know
Because there's a lot I don't know
Like where and if I'll be tomorrow.
Will I have my job? I don't know.
Will I have my health? I don't know.
Will I have my friends? I don't know.
Will I have my mind,
Make it through 2008 to see 2009?
I don't know.
But I'll tell you what I do know!
I know that inside of us is a beautiful light.
Divine Light.
Love's Light.
I LIKE this piece. For me, it really conveys the way I see the spirits I am sharing this Realm with. We are creatures of Light. It's just like Yoda said. We are so much more than "this crude matter" we use against each other. What is it inside of us, this "thing" we call life that we can't touch but we can take, give, destroy, and create? It's worth more than money. People kill to defend it. In the same vein, we fly "billions of $$$ worth of food and aid" over billions of starving people. Why? Why do we mass produce unnecessary goods and services to the detriment of family structure, the ecosystem, and our children's prospects of having a planetary home? As a case in point, please look at two things on a global level.
1) The gross financial profits of the Oil Industry. Masses of resources going to just a few. Why?
2) The understandable, yet also understandably disputable, Wal-Mart profit margin versus the stifling wages they pay their workers. Not to mention the fact that there is never a cashier available on Friday night or Sunday after Worship and you wanna just run in and out but there are 10 customers per cashier Why with that kind of profit would a company not pay it's employees much better? Are human beings and ALL of their dreams not worth that?
Perhaps you wonder if I ever have or would work for Wal-Mart. I did briefly on a temporary basis. But I also have done things like work in a hotdog plant grinding pork hearts and on top of Double Tree in San Jose all day in the middle of August, pushed a lawn mower through 90 degree weather and 90% humidity in the heart of Arkansas and dug a trench and put up a fence in freezing winds at Memphis International Airport and yes, of course, I did the fast food thing back during High School in Muskegon. First it was Burger King. Then it was Wendy's. By graduation in 1995 I finally made my way to MacDonald's. That was a brief stint too cuz I was ALREADY tired of workin'. Now that I'm 31, I'm VERY tired of workin' but I'm not as rebellious as I was in 1995. Thank God. Bills gotta be paid, right lol.
It's been a long and arduous journey through the "lower class" side of the Corporate American struggle. I have seen a lot of different kinds of people. Some liked me. Some hated me. I like some of them. For the most part I loved them all, though. Somewhere deep within my Quorizmatic Aquarian circuit board I got hardwired with the idea that people working to live doesn't make sense when everything we have was here before either the evolutionary process took place or God put Adam in the Garden of Eden or Aliens put us here or whatever you believe about our origins occurred. WE DON'T HAVE TO STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE.
Everything on this planet should be free. Technology has proven she can handle the job. We can let families take months off and food will still be harvested and homes will still be standing. Stress off the hearts of mankind will allow us all to finally just take a deep breath and LIVE. Isn't that what we SHOULD be doing? LIVING? As long as we keep allowing Corporate America and other powerful entities to facilitate this genocidal stress on us then they will continue to profit off of our fallout. How so? Prescription drug costs. Mental health treatment costs. On the job death, dismemberment, and exhaustion. Divorce. Teen suicide and pregnancy. Parental/elder neglect. This is nowhere near living. And we know this. This is why myself, and I know others, get so tired of all the rhetoric. We talk and talk and talk about the cost of this and the cost of that. Didn't Jesus say something like if your eye is causing you to stumble in getting into the Kingdom of God then you should tear it out? Well if the lack of money is causing so many of the problems we are having, such as keeping schools and colleges of all things open, but we have an abundance of money for wars we shouldn't be in, why cant we reevaluate the way we disperse basic natural and artificial resources and concentrate on nurturing the higher spiritual side of all humans by facilitating the existence of healthy relationships centered around the power and strength of love and get the stumbling block of MONEY out of the way?
This is what the X and Y generational creatures of LIGHT have to do. We have to find that inner spark that takes us to the next step in the revelationary process. We have never seen what effect a society where dominance and greed do not exist has on powers of the mind and body when set free as I am suggesting. What would it be like to know your society-which was the actual governing body-always had your back? Survival was never an issue. I know parents are like YEAH RIGHT! Yall think I'm trippin I know. But this is just how I see it. Stays on my mind constantly when I think about how much I would LOVE to travel the world with my children or take a ride in a spaceship with them. We all should be able to. It's a beautiful planet we live on. Don't you and yours deserve to see it too.......
We CAN do this and MUCH LOVE to you all!!
Your Brother,
Quorizma....
Keeps poetic cats like me very humble.
When the struggle tries to get the best
Somehow we still find ways to smile through the test.
Even though times get hard
I try to keep my smile on guard.
So many things to rob me of my joy-
Entanglements meant to make life hard to enjoy.
My tear soaked smile has grown a muscle-
No dimples but biceps in my cheeks reflect my hustle
Just to keep a smile on my face through the struggle
Till we all get to Paradise and smile together with no trouble.
Oh what a day it will be
When we all can smile together freely
But I don't have perfect integrity
So sometimes I need MY POETS to help me.
Ground me.
Sustain me.
And sharpen me.
Because if I let it the world would grind me…
Dull.
Void of the spontaneous spirituality that truly defines me.
The better inner part of you and me.
See, it's the US we don't see that truly defines us.
Better than the superficial measures of success.
Better than titles we fight to earn from us to give to us.
So much better than the things we use to divide us.
It's the realization of this station
That allows me to smile through my situation
And you can accuse me of all kinds of hateration
Cause I'm not just blaming someone else because they are CAUcasian.
Nooo! I'm smiling through the consequences of my own decision making.
I'm full to the brim with excuses
All kinds of personal abuses
Just like the drug addict uses
Poison to masquerade the path he chooses.
I've been fighting in the dark to find light
But if I let my light shine I'll have light.
There is no brighter light than light from within
The soul of a real man when he is reaching for his spiritual height.
A light that no pain, no depression, no jealousy, and no lie
Can turn into night.
And that's one of the only things I know
Because there's a lot I don't know
Like where and if I'll be tomorrow.
Will I have my job? I don't know.
Will I have my health? I don't know.
Will I have my friends? I don't know.
Will I have my mind,
Make it through 2008 to see 2009?
I don't know.
But I'll tell you what I do know!
I know that inside of us is a beautiful light.
Divine Light.
Love's Light.
I LIKE this piece. For me, it really conveys the way I see the spirits I am sharing this Realm with. We are creatures of Light. It's just like Yoda said. We are so much more than "this crude matter" we use against each other. What is it inside of us, this "thing" we call life that we can't touch but we can take, give, destroy, and create? It's worth more than money. People kill to defend it. In the same vein, we fly "billions of $$$ worth of food and aid" over billions of starving people. Why? Why do we mass produce unnecessary goods and services to the detriment of family structure, the ecosystem, and our children's prospects of having a planetary home? As a case in point, please look at two things on a global level.
1) The gross financial profits of the Oil Industry. Masses of resources going to just a few. Why?
2) The understandable, yet also understandably disputable, Wal-Mart profit margin versus the stifling wages they pay their workers. Not to mention the fact that there is never a cashier available on Friday night or Sunday after Worship and you wanna just run in and out but there are 10 customers per cashier Why with that kind of profit would a company not pay it's employees much better? Are human beings and ALL of their dreams not worth that?
Perhaps you wonder if I ever have or would work for Wal-Mart. I did briefly on a temporary basis. But I also have done things like work in a hotdog plant grinding pork hearts and on top of Double Tree in San Jose all day in the middle of August, pushed a lawn mower through 90 degree weather and 90% humidity in the heart of Arkansas and dug a trench and put up a fence in freezing winds at Memphis International Airport and yes, of course, I did the fast food thing back during High School in Muskegon. First it was Burger King. Then it was Wendy's. By graduation in 1995 I finally made my way to MacDonald's. That was a brief stint too cuz I was ALREADY tired of workin'. Now that I'm 31, I'm VERY tired of workin' but I'm not as rebellious as I was in 1995. Thank God. Bills gotta be paid, right lol.
It's been a long and arduous journey through the "lower class" side of the Corporate American struggle. I have seen a lot of different kinds of people. Some liked me. Some hated me. I like some of them. For the most part I loved them all, though. Somewhere deep within my Quorizmatic Aquarian circuit board I got hardwired with the idea that people working to live doesn't make sense when everything we have was here before either the evolutionary process took place or God put Adam in the Garden of Eden or Aliens put us here or whatever you believe about our origins occurred. WE DON'T HAVE TO STRUGGLE TO SURVIVE.
Everything on this planet should be free. Technology has proven she can handle the job. We can let families take months off and food will still be harvested and homes will still be standing. Stress off the hearts of mankind will allow us all to finally just take a deep breath and LIVE. Isn't that what we SHOULD be doing? LIVING? As long as we keep allowing Corporate America and other powerful entities to facilitate this genocidal stress on us then they will continue to profit off of our fallout. How so? Prescription drug costs. Mental health treatment costs. On the job death, dismemberment, and exhaustion. Divorce. Teen suicide and pregnancy. Parental/elder neglect. This is nowhere near living. And we know this. This is why myself, and I know others, get so tired of all the rhetoric. We talk and talk and talk about the cost of this and the cost of that. Didn't Jesus say something like if your eye is causing you to stumble in getting into the Kingdom of God then you should tear it out? Well if the lack of money is causing so many of the problems we are having, such as keeping schools and colleges of all things open, but we have an abundance of money for wars we shouldn't be in, why cant we reevaluate the way we disperse basic natural and artificial resources and concentrate on nurturing the higher spiritual side of all humans by facilitating the existence of healthy relationships centered around the power and strength of love and get the stumbling block of MONEY out of the way?
This is what the X and Y generational creatures of LIGHT have to do. We have to find that inner spark that takes us to the next step in the revelationary process. We have never seen what effect a society where dominance and greed do not exist has on powers of the mind and body when set free as I am suggesting. What would it be like to know your society-which was the actual governing body-always had your back? Survival was never an issue. I know parents are like YEAH RIGHT! Yall think I'm trippin I know. But this is just how I see it. Stays on my mind constantly when I think about how much I would LOVE to travel the world with my children or take a ride in a spaceship with them. We all should be able to. It's a beautiful planet we live on. Don't you and yours deserve to see it too.......
We CAN do this and MUCH LOVE to you all!!
Your Brother,
Quorizma....
©️ 2008 PROPERTY OF QUORIZMA
Poetically Speaking...
POETICALLY SPEAKING
Poetically speaking
I think this whole world is tweaking.
Different races
Going to the same places.
Mommies stealing babies
And babies tricking on my spaces.
Poetically thinking
I see the horizon of our fears
Dropping off into a barrel of oil and tears
But didn’t we just give them a billion dollars last year?
Shame we’ll be doing the same thing next year.
Is this why we are here?
Or do we want more?
MY POETS wanna know what we’re dying for…
Crying for…
Like every time rockets miss
Iraqis wanna know what we’re flying for.
Overhead cost is so high.
Yeah we bleed and die.
But why?
Why we take what aint ours
Topple hoods in a matter of hours
Orphan innocent infants
And leave them in the cold
Then bathe in their hot showers?
Now ain’t we some cowards.
Poetically I categorize the times
I live in and try to keep my eyes on the prize.
Keep my eyes on the prize and not on the lies.
Cuz even though we don’t know where we’re going
-Poetically speaking-
We’re constantly bombarded with lies
About how to improve our lives
When all we do is live, work, and die.
Now, poetically speaking,
Life is like a box of mysterious chocolates
Slowly poisoning you down to the last mysterious piece.
Aint that poetry!!
Unexplainably I just showed up on the world scene
Teleported from another galaxy
And got lost in my only fantasy.
But-speaking poetically-
Any other way just wouldn’t be me.
That’s why I was born the year of the dragon.
Read the character of the only mythological zodiac
And you’ll see why I’m braggin.
But, really though,
-poetically speaking-
Unfairly to my fans I have been slackin’.
Waitin for success to just happen.
But I know that you know I know you know I know betta!!
Letter by letter
I’m on a quest to become
America’s Next Top GO GETTA!!
Year after year I just been packin
My gear
Shed lots of tears
Then turned those tears
Into these psalms I’m pourin down
Your ears.
As long as the planet is spinning under the control of greed
I’ll keep spittin my verbs til corporate greed
Is brought to her knees.
History bleeds.
Forgive me.
This is just how I think.
POETICALLY…
Quorizzzzzzzma….
Poetically speaking
I think this whole world is tweaking.
Different races
Going to the same places.
Mommies stealing babies
And babies tricking on my spaces.
Poetically thinking
I see the horizon of our fears
Dropping off into a barrel of oil and tears
But didn’t we just give them a billion dollars last year?
Shame we’ll be doing the same thing next year.
Is this why we are here?
Or do we want more?
MY POETS wanna know what we’re dying for…
Crying for…
Like every time rockets miss
Iraqis wanna know what we’re flying for.
Overhead cost is so high.
Yeah we bleed and die.
But why?
Why we take what aint ours
Topple hoods in a matter of hours
Orphan innocent infants
And leave them in the cold
Then bathe in their hot showers?
Now ain’t we some cowards.
Poetically I categorize the times
I live in and try to keep my eyes on the prize.
Keep my eyes on the prize and not on the lies.
Cuz even though we don’t know where we’re going
-Poetically speaking-
We’re constantly bombarded with lies
About how to improve our lives
When all we do is live, work, and die.
Now, poetically speaking,
Life is like a box of mysterious chocolates
Slowly poisoning you down to the last mysterious piece.
Aint that poetry!!
Unexplainably I just showed up on the world scene
Teleported from another galaxy
And got lost in my only fantasy.
But-speaking poetically-
Any other way just wouldn’t be me.
That’s why I was born the year of the dragon.
Read the character of the only mythological zodiac
And you’ll see why I’m braggin.
But, really though,
-poetically speaking-
Unfairly to my fans I have been slackin’.
Waitin for success to just happen.
But I know that you know I know you know I know betta!!
Letter by letter
I’m on a quest to become
America’s Next Top GO GETTA!!
Year after year I just been packin
My gear
Shed lots of tears
Then turned those tears
Into these psalms I’m pourin down
Your ears.
As long as the planet is spinning under the control of greed
I’ll keep spittin my verbs til corporate greed
Is brought to her knees.
History bleeds.
Forgive me.
This is just how I think.
POETICALLY…
Quorizzzzzzzma….
Disastrous Affections
Disastrous Affections
Here we are on the brink of disaster.
One more sound of your laughter
And I will explode into a billion pieces
Due to over exposure to your species.
Walk like an Egyptian
Sending hieroglyphics with sexual encryption.
Protecting you is my mission.
Protecting this two way vision.
A vision set on the waters of hope
And cast adrift with no rope.
Life taught us buoyancy so we could cope…
Maybe we should just elope.
I’ll never again be this excited…
So here is your candle…
Let’s light it.
Give me your lip so I can bite it.
I know you want me.
Don’t you dare try to hide it.
It’s written all over your face, chest, and body.
You wanna have a foursome with me, you,
Coke,
And Bacardi.
Damn Shawty!
You so naughty.
But when it comes to being naughty
I won’t let you top me.
I got so many fantasies running through my mind…
So many kinds…
So little time.
My eyes don’t have to be open.
Hell, I wouldn’t mind going blind.
Cause in my mind
You are mine for all time.
Like Vaseline you shine.
I can no longer define time.
Your conversation has me in a whirlpool
And I can't stop spinning like the lady in Sound of Music.
Oh yeah, Shawty, my hills are definitely alive
With the sound of bra snaps and unzips…
Ooohs…ahhs…
Lather of tongues
And exchanges of lips……
Come on….
You know what you’re doing, right…
Got me sittin here watchin you like a traffic light….
Red means…
To bring the motions to a screeching halt….
And relieve your body of recently secreted salts….
Yellow, oh I like yellow…
Yellow means I can slowly go where only I dare to go….
Oh yeah, I like yellow….
But not as much as I like Go…
Soon as your eyes turn green….
I know what that means….
It means to proceed through your intersection….
Without caution or distraction….
Surveillance cameras recording the entire transaction….
Aint no accidents in this interaction….
I’m still smiling on the brink of disaster
While my past demons hold their stomachs in laughter…
But I won’t fall of the tip of your smile…
I’m hanging on your soul
Like a pit bull gone wild!
Quorizzzzzzzma…
Here we are on the brink of disaster.
One more sound of your laughter
And I will explode into a billion pieces
Due to over exposure to your species.
Walk like an Egyptian
Sending hieroglyphics with sexual encryption.
Protecting you is my mission.
Protecting this two way vision.
A vision set on the waters of hope
And cast adrift with no rope.
Life taught us buoyancy so we could cope…
Maybe we should just elope.
I’ll never again be this excited…
So here is your candle…
Let’s light it.
Give me your lip so I can bite it.
I know you want me.
Don’t you dare try to hide it.
It’s written all over your face, chest, and body.
You wanna have a foursome with me, you,
Coke,
And Bacardi.
Damn Shawty!
You so naughty.
But when it comes to being naughty
I won’t let you top me.
I got so many fantasies running through my mind…
So many kinds…
So little time.
My eyes don’t have to be open.
Hell, I wouldn’t mind going blind.
Cause in my mind
You are mine for all time.
Like Vaseline you shine.
I can no longer define time.
Your conversation has me in a whirlpool
And I can't stop spinning like the lady in Sound of Music.
Oh yeah, Shawty, my hills are definitely alive
With the sound of bra snaps and unzips…
Ooohs…ahhs…
Lather of tongues
And exchanges of lips……
Come on….
You know what you’re doing, right…
Got me sittin here watchin you like a traffic light….
Red means…
To bring the motions to a screeching halt….
And relieve your body of recently secreted salts….
Yellow, oh I like yellow…
Yellow means I can slowly go where only I dare to go….
Oh yeah, I like yellow….
But not as much as I like Go…
Soon as your eyes turn green….
I know what that means….
It means to proceed through your intersection….
Without caution or distraction….
Surveillance cameras recording the entire transaction….
Aint no accidents in this interaction….
I’m still smiling on the brink of disaster
While my past demons hold their stomachs in laughter…
But I won’t fall of the tip of your smile…
I’m hanging on your soul
Like a pit bull gone wild!
Quorizzzzzzzma…
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