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Been to the bottom,
But elevated through my epiphany…
A fallen angel,
Born again into the creature I am supposed to be,
Been in shackles,
And the yellow jumpsuit…
Trying to stack my paper,
get the loot,
From the fiend already bead down by life,
Been down in the trenches,
Drankin, Smokin, to cloud the pain…
When in truth,
It took the courage to step out into the rain,
It took shots at my back,
time in medical facilities…
For me to truly see,
How a King, A Black Man, is supposed to be,
It took purification through pain,
Poured into my veins…
A light from God,
For me to see, how a King is supposed to reign,
A changed creature,
Born into this world my cocoon…
But eventually sprouting wings to elevate to
heaven,
My place to dwell soon,
Been in a cell…
A place near to hell…
Found myself,
Answered to toll of the bell,
Ringing freedom,
Black man, elevate from death…
Remember,
One path to heaven,
The other to hell.
OJ
November 23, 2003
A military brat so a home state would be Georgia,
been here for 8 years now. I am a young black man,
in college, and the Army Reserves. A shout out to all
my 324th Signal family. I love my Mother, and My
Father, Gloria and Lesly Booz. I love my sisters and
brothers, a very big family. I love life and view it
differently from others, in writing.
My writing is a newly discovered talent still in its
infancy. I was looking through my mothers books
one day, she reads too much, in my search I
discovered one of her books. Poetry, beautiful
feelings etched into word. That was about five years
ago. I really didn't start writing seriously until
recently. It was about 2 years ago when I let others
read some of my work and they said, wow, you should
pursue this. So I have and I have discovered a world
of feeling, external information felt by everyone but
spoken by few.
I hope everyone enjoys what they read, and please,
please, please, get back at me.
Dont hesitate to send an e-mail. Much Luv,
My purpose for writing has evolved from a childish peddle to a confession
from the heart
So the true beginnings of my stories, the source of their feeling is not from
the beginning but whence from his path I did depart.
The word gave me this new purpose for writing its now my daily bread
Every stroke marks a new start back on his path I now tread. (c) 2003 OJ
Ephesians 4:1-16
John 3:20-21
(What we’ve become)
Do you remember us?
What’s the death toll up to?
You cannot leave here,
Got to go,
What we going to do?
Laugh in cynicism.
Forgotten faces, Forgotten friends…
What we have to become to survive until the end,
Talk to family and they notice a change…
More swearing, smoking, mannerisms strange,
Laugh in cynicism.
Forgotten faces, Forgotten friends…
What we have to become to survive until the end.
November 25, 2003
This poem is essentially about not forgetting
where you've been so that when the situation
presents itself again you know the outcome and
have the strength to say no. Problably very
surprising coming from a 22 year old. But I do
feel like I'm a new person, elevated, not above
the rest, but elevated in self, mentally.
November 25, 2003
Connected to it,
Calling my name,
I can hear the burning in my chest,
The weakness in my hands,
The need is clear,
Soon the end will be here,
Sniff,
Puff,
Inhale,
Exhale,
Here it comes,
Burning red,
Powdering my nose,
Burning my veins,
Blackening my airways,
Endorphins in my brain,
Relaxation all of my days,
No more stress,
Smile at the bullet blazing your way,
Close my eyes,
Easing not seeing another day,
There’s my soul, flying away.
March 29, 2003
Hypnotized by the sounds piercing to the mind
Causing stimulation through every muscle, as the body starts to wind,
Uncontrollable elation the vibrations of the thump
The floor rumbling with every stomp
Walls shaking with every jump,
Sweat pours from head to toe, the walls sweat
Steam from body heat, caring not that the body is wet,
Chest gasping for air to supply the urges of the body
Cooling the electricity created by the crowd, the heat of the party,
Head nodding uncontrollable, mind at peace nothing but thoughts to see
Eyes closed as the music controls the rest, not caring what is to be,
Smiling from ear to ear as the sound guides motion
Not thinking but swaying in the crowd with no one in particular,
no second notion,
Nothing saying stop, hands in the air clapping to the body rock
Hoping that the moment will never stop.
(c) 2003
OJ
That Girl
March 29, 2003
Perfection from the bottom of your feet to the thoughts in your mind
You're fine.
Listening and watching your lips as you tell your tale, hoping you'll be mine,
Looking deeply into your eyes as you look into mine, you pause then smile
Comfortable silence as the clock ticks, no longer speaking, no concept of time,
We pause, blank faces gazing at one another, you ask
Still gazing my way What are you looking at,
I look to the ground, this way, then that
Then to your eyes, I look back,
Confused by the thoughts in my head, quickly I make the correction
Then I look deeper and say Perfection.
(c) 2003 OJ
August 31, 2003
Looking into you eyes I see History
Black Woman
Scorned and shaken by man, but always there to lend a
hand,
But stupid Black Man,
Get in your place woman
Out of my way you make me weak
Black woman surely took her so-called Place
Shaking her head at the man she loves
But when she sees his tear fall, and that man starts to cry
It's something that only Black Woman can dry,
She's there, Baby, it's okay.
She restores his smile, she knows his love
It truly takes a lot for a Black Man to weep
We stupid Black Men think that they are our feelings to
keep,
If Black Woman weren't there what would we do???
I look into your eyes and I see History
Knowing all that I am I owe to you
woman Black Woman
You populate the world through pain
Without you there to hold our hand, Black Man would
surely go insane,
Black Woman
Not the background but the strong comfort in times of peril
Emotional Terror
Heartache
Longsuffering
Black Woman I Love You
I look into your eyes and I see History
BLACK WOMAN
(c) 2003 OJ
Spiritual Mentality
Step into my world
Where gravity's pull happens not,
Step into my world
Where my words are caressing your spot,
Once you step in you won't want to step back
Like Strawberries,
Grapes,
The scent of Lavender,
An aphrodisiac,
Making you dripping wet
Your forehead beading with sweat
Just from the anticipation of reading what's next,
Stimulating your mind and body
Surreal
Wondering how just these words
Just these words?
Make you feel,
Outside your-self, letting your mind overtake your body,
Wondering why your thighs are rubbing together
No
No don't stop them,
Escaping the gravity pulled
Physical reality
And introducing you to my aphrodisiac
My Spiritual Mentality.
(c) 2003 OJ
There is nothing more it can take...
I'm in myself,
In a world only I can make,
Access is prohibited,
enter at your own risk...
Into this vast arena of external madness,
Where outside forces don't tell us what to do,
They can approach and tempt
But it's just me and you,
Internally there is only peace...
All of the noise of the outside,
will forever cease,
Look at me that's all you get...
Chaos tempered by silence,
our minds will travel around the world,
all over it,
We can sit and discuss the philosophies
of Plato and Socrates...
Then the next minute,
we'll be asking each other,
"What's in those jeans,"
We'll sit together and contemplate
Einsteins e=mc 2...
Then I'll silently stare,
at your beautiful bronze hair,
wondering how you got there,
looking like Lord to create such beauty its not fair,
The world cannot take anything from me...
Because my world was built on a foundation internally,
Are you ready???
O J
(c) 2004
