Still Standing

Sundays through Saturdays keep rollin' by
Only to remind us how much time
has vanished into history books &
How many days are now called yesterdays
& we still standing in our comfortable spots
& Sittin in our favorite chairs
& having our regulars for lunch
After reciting our same, scripted prayers
We move so fast, that we don't move at all
So we become like stagnant water
which only provides a house for discomfort
as mosquitoes draw near and make life
itchy, swollen, and irritable
We swat & slap our backs and backs of our legs
Only to discover, that we were a millisecond tardy
& we've lost some blood over something not worthy
Progression it sounds so rewarding
We clap hands in the name of success,
Nod heads in the name of progress
But our feet stand still
& things of yesterday still stand
I'm talkin' about still standing
While mouths keep flappin'
Fingers keep snappin'
& Attitudes keep happenin'
Cuz change apparently aint happenin' fast enough
But in reality feet aint even touched the ground
& steps in order to move forward
becomes too much to ask
If only we could speak things into existence
but lip service aint suitable
There are moves to make
so why are we still standing
as Sundays through Saturdays keep rollin' by
Only to remind us how much time
has vanished into history books &
How many days are now called yesterdays
-ku-

Giving Thanks...Ku

Oranges, browns, reds, & yellows
Sprinkle the ground like rose petals
beneath our feet
With a sunny day cool breeze,
Aromas of turkey, and its dressing
are no stranger as one breath in
is letting u kno u're @ home
Cranberry sauce dancing on its platter
Movin to the kitchen's pot, pan, silverware clatter
& we call this day to be a giving of thanks
So thankful for our families, for they're the friends we can't choose
So thankful for friends, for they're the family that we have chosen
Thankful for love, for it conquers all hatred
Thankful for security, even when you're not secure yaself
Take time out to, give thanks, get thanks, live thanks, & be thankful
Not just one day in November
Use all time to remember
Just how blessed you are, not because all is well
But because all still is.....

-Ms. Ku 2006

My Work

Back to my words, back to my pen & paper..
Back to my rhymes, back again.. it's my time..
I stood up for a while, waited in line..
Just for my turn to show & express my work..
To achieve higher & better things, to learn..
I showed my willingness, & my concern..
I put my best, to the test..
I focused hard, & let my mind do the rest..
My one & only wish was to grab the attention..
The attention of all, each & every convention..
Show people things they've never seen..
Speak, walk, & talk.. earn my green..
It was hard at first, I thought I would never see..
All I ever had to do, was just be me..
Hard at first, not really.. it wasn't even close..
It was more to come, that wasn't even the most..
Many times I wanted to drop a tear..
Many times I didn't think I would make it,
But, the worst thing was that no one would care..
So, all things done had to be done just for self..
Forget the people tugging along, forget the rest..
Hard but, true.. there were things that had to let go..
Things that always kept me at a high, had to be moved low..
I had to keep my peace, I had to settle..
I had to push all things to the side, or on my level..
Now, that's just how focused I am with my work..

~Nique #22