M.I.A. by Nique

Missin' in action, seems I've been..
BUT bac' in town, so please no frowns..
It's still been hard out herre please understand..
Not much gettin' betta', no new plan..
Love?? Jus' a four letta' wurd..
Searchin' for nouns, riight now jus' a verb..
I seem to get so twisted into my feelin'z..
Selfish into thinkin' I can wurk things thru'..
Sum tymes there's jus' no wurkin' to do..
I've had so many down falls, neva' riight always wrong..
Foreva' for so long, it's been da' same ol' song..
So, maybe it is me.. I'm tryin' to hard..
Too hard for the obvious non exsistance..
Drivin' mah self and er' one around senseless..
I'm in dis' alone, no help, no compensation..
No heart, no thought, no relation..
Missin' in action, sum tymes I do get..
Tryin' figure things out, and how they fit..
Cryin' gets old, and tryna' make sum1 happy does to..
Is it for me? Should I give up? And, so I ask you..
I've drifted off from mah poetry - now its all built up..
Comprehendin'?? Gettin' it?? Suggestions?? Wish you luck..
I ask'd around.. I've tried mah bes' friends..
Nothin' seems 2 help me figure da' beginnin' OR end..
I'm so los' into mah own thoughts, mah head hurts..
I'm not good enough. I have no personality..
Atleast dats wut I'm tol' - dis' is reality..
I'm full of love, and fun - only when let in..
Only when given a chance. Only holdin' a pen??
I pray for second chances, I pray for help..
I'm not ashamed of mah faults or da' truth..
Only afraid of not succeedin' - not gettin' further..
I have a lack of faith in mah self, however..
Sum thin' keeps tellin' me to push on..
To kno' dat er' one dat believes in me isn't gone..
AND whether I get dat today OR tomorrow..
I'll proceed blogger, I've yet to reach mah low..

~Da' One & Only Nique #22

Free? Dom? ...Ku

What is this freedom people search for?
Is it chains unbroken
Philosophies restored
Wind in your hair
and sand between toes

What is this freedom people die for?
Is it right of passage
Humanity searching for its meaning
Blood shed for the helpless
Lives sacraficed for the quieted

This freedom? Este Libertad?
When will we know it is ours
Is it determined by self
Is it fashioned by constitution
Is it now, is it on it's way?

Freedom is only what you think it is
and everything you know it's not
It's pay is struggle
Death is it's dues
It has been paid for in full

Paper or Plastic?
Neither I'll take it home today
In my arms
Keeping it close
and placing it somewhere safe.

(c) 2009

Abandoned?

Wow, I'm up at 2:19a and decided to post on this blog. It's almost hard to believe that this was started in 2004 and now 5 years have passed. It's funny, embarassing even to look back on old pieces/entries made and wonder what I was thinking. :D but it is oh so good to reflect on my growth as a writer and person in general as I walk through life. Even our profile info is not up to date. I think I will definitley try to post here more often and I hope my other half on this site, Nique, will also get to post from time to time. Thanks for reading, commenting, and showing love...It is indeed appreciated and needed.

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Ku

I Can See It: (MLK Tribute piece) by ku

“We’re still talkin’ bout freedom, yea
Still hoping for a brand new day
Got freedom on my mind
So this is what my pen cries”

“What else can I do in a narrow jail cell, other than write long letters,
think long thoughts, and pray long prayers…”(MLK, Letter from a Birmingham Jail)

As steel bars often attempt to cradle my mind
Throw away the key and leave me there
I try to be the change I want to see in the world
It may not earn me dollars but it makes a whole lot of sense
And fame may not lie in the rhymes that I script
But it’s one more word added to the benefit
For cause and reason, for every work
There’s a season and if you aren’t aware
It’s harvesting time
I want unity to smother me
Until I forget the value of the number one
And music to flow inside of me,
Until my mouth can only sing redemption songs
You see, bro. told me “We’re eating off our own plates now”
The ingredients are provided and
“X” marks the spot
meaning we’re in position to change the climate
& the dreams of Dr. King still reign
Along with the vision of El hajj Malik el Shabazz
I’m talkin’ where the last shall be first and the first become the last
The only race that will matter
Cause I can prophesy with my third eye
When yesterday will be the source of tomorrow’s laughter
And horizons will no longer be my focal point
I want to look past where the sun sets
And I refuse to reach for stars
If I’m capable of holding planets
We Shall Overcome is still my theme song
And I’ll remix the remix if it takes that long
Seems as though it was just yesterday that on our trees
Hung strange fruit
Libations to the root
And we are the produce
So as I produce these writes that fuel my fight
I still script the opposites to death
And poetry is life
So to get rid of me, just take my pen
But best believe I’ll be looking for chalk, coal, rock and Crayola
To get my write on again
May God rest their souls
But when those who came before us
And their last breaths went
Their visions never left
And I hope I’m not crazy
So please tell me
I’m not the only one who can see it…

© 2008 Prahduct. All Rights Reserved.

Another Love Poem...ku

Truth is, I can’t stand you, sometimes
But that’s what I love about you, all the time
You love me like
Summer rain
Flooding my mind
So I get excited when a storm is coming
And I’m like, Love Rain Down On Me, (2X)
But, I despise you
Some days I have to get away
Cause if I see your face I’m gon’ say something that
Even Tide can’t take away
So I decide not to shout it out
Cause I love you
I love you, I do
U make my
inner chuckles
beat against my chest
awaiting freedom,
as smiles act as my
emancipation proclamation,
When I’m with you I’m free
I understand you and you me
That’s why we always pick fights
I got you tied up at about round three
Then we shake hands, throw up a peace
And know neither one of us was mad
We just agree to disagree,
Our minds are linked
I see that stupid look on your face
And know your very thought
And you return a look
Wondering how you got caught
C’mon now I know you too well
So stop playin’
Cause I can see us hand in hand
Til’ locks of wisdom start graying
And I still won’t be able to stand you
And I will love every bit of it
Lemme break it down like this
I won’t say how much I love you
No ruler could ever measure
I won’t say how long I’ll love you
There’s no time worthy
Of our pleasure
I don’t need to walk around
With your existence clutched tight like
I’m scared for your goodbyes
Cause yes I’ll plan for the future, but living for the right now
is consuming all my time
I do love different
Or maybe I just don’t take it as a game
But if I’m loving what I dislike
And can still love you just the same
Then I don’t need to write you love poetry
The poetry is in my ways
Got metaphors in my touch and similes on my face
Stanzas in my hugs and prose dance around my eyes
I’ll take you to your haiku and gives you 5-7-5 line
I’ll be your poem and you’ll be mine
Still reading that stupid look on your face
That I love so much….

© 2007 Prahduct. All Rights Reserved.

~*~Not Only Read.. but Listen..~*~ by Nique

There comes a time in life when sights are not only seen, but visualized..

Visualized meaning in definition real, true, a fact that can now be utilized..

My facts are real, soft spoken, and based on 20 years of life..

20 years of happiness, pain, truth, and never the less rights..

Within 3 years, I've had to witness one very close friend be laid to rest because of an accident..

Then, another friend lay hopelessly in a hospital bed in a comma from a heartattack..

Both in the age range of 16 to 19, and again, and again.. I ask..

Why is someone so close to so many people, so filled with love, taken away?

I think, I cry, and ponder on an answer, from day to day..

I was once told everything happens for a reason, and not to question "God".

So am I being selfish to ask "what is the reaons for all this..?"

I'm not quite sure, but I do know there's some thing included that I seem to miss..

I'm a long ways from being perfect, and I don't always understand..

But, I do know with a little help here, and there - I can!!

Not saying my tears will end, not saying my pain will be relieved..

Just hoping I can get through to my self and others..

So that the pain will not any longer make you feel as if you have to suffer..

Life is too short, unfortunately some people don't realize that until,

Until someone is 6ft under, or layed in a hospital bed on a breathing machine..

So, it's ok to have fun, as long as you make the right choices, and decisions..

Life before the end, at the beginning, NOT ONLY READ.. but LISTEN!!

~Nique #22 (July 1st, 2007)

Status Quo Ante Bellum/As It Was Before War...Ku

Status quo ante bellum
as it was before war
before hot steel ripped through times
that kept peace in place
before cannons sung a song
that had the earth rockin & provoked a sway
long time before hearts of soldiers laid
waiting on a change to come
Before we needed a reason to run
I remember those days
But sooner than not
Troubles came and they stayed
Put on my robe, sat in my favorite chair
And dared to move
So what am I to do?
I fight on
War playing through my mind
Like a matinee
Love lost somewhere in my buttery delight
Chewed somewhere in that last bite
And digested
Cause love can’t live here in the open
War won’t let it
So it survives belly deep
Only heard of as I sleep
Cause I dream love
And I love to dream
As it will be after war
Lived in times before the gun shot
Living in times that keep the gun hot
Preparing to live in times
When someone will blow the pistol cool
Until then the battle is not mine for the taking
But his who did the making
As it was before war
Status quo ante bellum
-Prahduct

(c) 2007

Jus' Bein' Understood by Nique #22

Everyday I have to face the facts that my mom doesn't trust me,
Being accused over and over by her of being a bad person that only she can see..
It's almost like not matter what I do she isn't happy for me,
IF I made all B's she'd think of a way to say I should have made a "A"..
IF I found a job and worked for my own money, she'd find a way to say "school is more important honey.."
For me it's just the facts that I would love for her to take the time & notice,
That sometimes it's possible that I do make the right choices,
Little does she know I put so much pressure on myself only to be the better person,
Wishing for once she'd just understand,
Therefore, there's plenty of times that I needed to talk,
Talk to the one main person that helps to get me through,
Some one that allows me to see the truth, and conquer the pain! My buddy "Ku,"
Although, there's more times than one I feel as IF I will cave in..
Unlike the red light that says STOP, I speed with evil force a lot..
I love my mom with all my heart, and only try to do all the right things,
But, sometimes it's almost as IF my right turns left and she's always upset..
But, paper to me is the key when it comes down to explanation,
My poetry partna and I are the poetic generation,
Who only in the end wants to be understood, whether the news is bad or good..