I Embrace

I Embrace

…your hand, your heart, your love

This is what I embrace; with thoughts

Long but never forgotten, remembered

Not in his-story, but ms-story; the memory

I steal away in a crowded room amidst company

Unsuspecting thoughts lingering in the air

Chasing away my despair, knowing you’re there

Here with me as I sleep and weep

Thoughts of you into my dreams they creep

In the middle of the night soothing me

Dawn’s sunlight smiles on me a new day

No more tears, and that’s my reason why

Mi fe give yuh love to the day I die.

by Jelaco

Mental Warfare

I am what my mind tells me I am

Not what they say I am; perceptions

Conceptions; pieced together this being

Thoughts of others I’m not; rejections

Of their thoughts; the creation of me being

fantasies formed from images sounds and touch

That by osmosis they come to act upon as such

Making it their reality conscientiously or not.

Such arrogance they never thought

so it’s mental warfare that’s fought

over this state we create in our mind

not in our heart; emotionally blind

mentally deceived; no longer to reality we cleave

but to the imagination we create

not a state of mind but a state of being

never consulting our heart/soul as to life’s meaning.

by Jelaco

A LiL Tea Pot

I'm a little tea pot, here's my handle here's my spout..
I’ve guarded my heart because from the start
I’ve been let down; since I was knee high to my grandpa
Rest his soul, him and my grandma bless her heart
My values and spiritual awareness they instilled in me
Keeping me grounded even a whipping if need be

But through this life as I moved place to place
friendly faces they imitate what we seek to create
in our lives what we believe to be true
not with our mind; but our hearts we build upon
this is where we start to go wrong ending up
with the same old song. Instead of learning from the past
and applying it to the new; what do we do
We live our linear life perpetually; never growing or expanding
To infinity and beyond lol; instead we wish for a magic wand
To wave and shake at those that would make us angry and vex
Because of our own mistakes we make
idiosyncrasies that’s kept us from our potential; waiting on others intuition to guide us through our mess; someone’s gotta help I guess……

Someone said to ask God’s forgiveness…for my sins
LMAO…where should I begin? Born into sin the hand I was dealt
Forget his forgiveness; what’s needed is really his help
With what I can’t foresee to be for me eternally; Not to sin
But then again, who am I foolin
Life without him; spent wheeling and dealing
with barters and traders, of emotions and love
till the kettles boils and whistles on the stove.
I’m a little tea pot, here’s my handle here’s my spout…

Addictive Behavior

Addictive Behavior

Is what we savor because that’s all we know

as we grew and into this life we go; our wheels we spin

never understanding the “Family Of Origin”; all the while

The Lost Child; Keeping a low profile

Being Dependent; is how we’re most content

Or a Chief Enabler; - For those around us; making it better

A Family Hero; perfectionist never to be the zero

The Scape Goat; the load we always tote

A Mascot; never taken seriously cause with the jokes we never stop

Which part are you, in this family tree? The root, trunk, branch, or leaf, no matter your part; with you is where it starts you best believe

By beginning to see; with your mind’s eye; D.E.N.I.A.L.

(Doesn’t Even Notice It’s A Lie)

Then you begin to ask yourself why this addictive behavior I savor.

But why ask why when you D.E.N.Y. (Don’t Even Notice Yet)

How soon you forget

 the signs in the road that says “I told you so”

Yet and still we go of the beaten path with holes in our shoes

Hearts minds and souls bruised from Addictive Behavior you choose.

Then complain about the heartache/pain in your feet, back, neck.

We just laugh at you and say “what the heck;” did you expect

when you continually favor your Addictive Behavior!

Game Play

Game Play

What can I say, you keep it real; so you think

When you’re sitting there sinking in your thinking

Figuring your next move; trying to predict

Like a chess player; thinking moves ahead

Figuring your strategy; while maneuvering

In position for the kill; sharp wits come up with shit quick

Being aggressive or very coy; game play you enjoy

To get the cuchie licked or the stick wet

The game play makes me sick…

Even if you tell yourself that’s not so

With religious pretentious, Astrological philosophical

Interpretation of the situation is your persuasion

This I know all too well….trust!

All in all; in the end an orgasm a must

Even with emotional needs; games still precedes

The thrill of victory without the agony of defeat

Crossing the finish line; with game so sublime

It totally blows the mind;

With enthusiasm we play; convicted righteousness

Whether under the religious intent or social edict

No matter what the predicate; it’s still pathetic

So I can care less what anyone say

No matter how you slice it; it’s still game play…

What I want for Christmas…

…is all I’ve ever hear children saying

I mean I thought this was a season for giving

Not expecting, receiving, or requesting…

Then I wonder if it is season for sharing and caring

Why does it only last but a season; is my inclination

Instead sublime euphoric euphemisms a façade passed in conversation while standing in line to get that gift; for the type of “present”

they want; “future” generations never the true meaning to be taught

To give; those in plain sight; those whom have a plight

not only the ones we adore deserves the gift;

as you sift through stores, online, in lines we fight

never once teaching our children what’s right; giving is divine

especially giving of yourself; without expectation

of  waiting for reciprocation of something in kind.

This is what I had in mind; instead of cutting short the phrase

“What do you want for Christmas?” finish this statement

With “…to give?” and start new trends; old one erase.

Then maybe spirituality may begin to ferment.

I know, I know, the arguments will rage on

About politics, human nature, and so on and so on

But what do we got to loose if you choose to make the change

Even if this piece is a lil idealistic, my faith still remains the same

Instead of asking our children what they want for Christmas

Ask them what to give for Christmas; to become selfless

“We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.”

- Winston Churchill

Sweatin Tears

Sweatin Tears

At a joggers pace we try to keep stride

Watchin our breathin checkin our pulse

we got eachother coming in our sleep; shits deep we can’t hide

Checkin our time our bodies blowin our mind; phuk

Pride aside; at eachothers side we stay in stride

this intimate marathon as we stay the course

frantically as I try to navigate and steer

but who I’m foolin; my rudder she controls

wiping my brow; she’s got me sweatin tears

Pusle starting to race no longer steady

heart throbbing pulsating almost heady

with wave after wave coming on my deck

rocking this boat not wise but what the heck

we pitch and dip; capsizing not a concern

in her swell submerged is my stern

with her bow raised like the titantic

just before we sink a feeling of panic

over takes us loves under tow; exhaustion is near

as we got eachother sweatin tears.