Thursday, December 11, 2008

Using the Written Word as a Beacon II

Slayton Goodman
Jan.15, o9

You Gave Me This Stage

My soul locked in a cage you set it free
My life was on a path to destruction
You gave me this stage so I must thank thee
For the giver of my construction

You gave me this place you gave me this stage
You gave me the spot light so now I see
When I needed help you came to my aid
I was lost until you directed me

No one is able to label or misjudge me
No longer view as a stereotype
I am not what you think so don’t trust me
You gave me this stage you gave me this Mic

My soul bleeds on new revenue
My soul deep but I would had never knew


One
by
Alfred W. Tatum

January 16, 2008

One voice, one pen
There are 300 million Americans
I want to speak to them all
But, I am just one voice, one pen.

I am not even sure what I want to say
Will they listen anyway?
I am just one voice, one pen.

No microphone
Just a pen and pad when I am all alone
I am just one voice, one pen.

Then I think about the poet
Who wrote for me without even knowing me.
I am among the 300 million
Did he reach them all?
Did he just reach me?

I wonder if he felt like
One voice, one pen

Maybe I can become the next poet
Maybe the next storyteller
As I continue to sit alone
With one voice, one pen

I probably won’t reach them all
Just one like me who’ll heed the call
The call coming from
One voice, one pen


What I could have been/ Apology to myself
by
Slayton Goodman
Jan.0 4,2009

If when you lie you’re not speaking but just saying words
Then why is it the words you only say hurt the worst
They say be yourself they say come from the heart
Well it’s hard to be yourself when you don’t know who you are
MISFIT; OUTCAST these are compliments to me
They let me know I don’t have to dwell on what I used to be
They thought I was a gangbanger because I hung out with the thugs
And I didn’t learn my lesson the first five times I was jumped
I didn’t learn when I was hit in the eye with a golf club
I’m young, I haven’t been through a lot but I’ve been through enough
Sometimes I wonder about what I could have been
Then I decide to never use the word love again
I think about all the times I sin
And wonder why I’ve been forgiven again and again
Stupid mistakes from the past haunt my future
NOTE TO SELF: sorry for what I did to ya’


I was just thinking
Slayton Goodman 12-11-08

Thoughts running through my mind which one will hit the finish line
When you lie you’re not speaking you are just saying words
Fear is not a reason for holding back, but an excuse for holding back
A nigger, a nigger, not me
I’m not a nigger but a Negro
Nor am I a nigga for I don’t respond to ignorance
A trigger shall be the end of my demise, look a young black male he must be a thug
A man so insane thoughts run threw his brain
He is just a church boy with an evil genius’s brain
Christianity first
Loved ones next
Then knowledge and people not being able to call me a nigger and be correct
Wait wait wait wait! Oh never mind it’s too late
I wonder what people will think when they read this
He’s no poet, he is just writing down random things is that poetry
Why are you still reading it if it’s not
Who answers a question that they asked
Who are you to judge me?
Correct me if I’m wrong but power doesn’t come with fear but respect
I’m such a hypocrite
I try to stay non violent but if that boy say one more thing I’ll ………………………………..stop and think



Deep Seed


by

Alfred W. Tatum

December 11, 2008


There is deep seed within that needs to be watered
Hidden between the crevices of stifled imaginations and endless wanderings
Sitting there waiting for a sprinkle of human understanding and compassion
Ready to blossom at moment’s notice

My seed was waiting and then it arrived
I have never felt so alive
I thought I was the wellspring to joy
Until I discovered that my own seed was dry
Between stifled imaginations and endless wanderings
The deep seed has now surfaced
Life begins, truly.

4 comments:

slayton g. said...

You Gave Me This Stage

My soul locked in a cage you set it free
My life was on a path to destruction
You gave me this stage so I must thank thee
For the giver of my construction

You gave me this place you gave me this stage
You gave me the spot light so now I see
When I needed help you came to my aid
I was lost until you directed me

No one is able to label or misjudge me
No longer view as a stereotype
I am not what you think so don’t trust me
You gave me this stage you gave me this Mic

My soul bleeds on new revenue
My soul deep but I would had never knew

By, Slayton Goodman
Jan.15, o9

Deonte Jones said...

Deonte Jones


Shattered Glass

Sometimes when dreams are broken, they are nothing
more than shattered glass. When your heart is broken,
you feel like shattered glass. When you get jumped,
your bones feel like shattered glass. This might not
sound all that bad, but think of how the glass feels.

Deonte Jones said...

Deonte Jones


Darkness
A lot of life is spent in darkness.
Some people may not notice.
Night is full of darkness.
It might be morning, but most of the world
is still dark!!!

Deonte Jones said...

Deonte Jones


The Never Ending Hallway

Life is like a hallway. It feels like it
never ends. But when you cut that hallway
in half, you see it’s very short, which is just
like life. So live your life like there’s no
tomorrow because tomorrow’s not promised.