My feet...walk on Urban Streets.
Ghosts of the past...once walked this path.
Seeking to be understood.
Back when this was a Neighbor"hood" instead of being...just the.."Hood".
Pop Locks and Beat box...
lil kids playing Hop scotch.
People laid on the couch..with doors unlocked...
Before our women were bitches.
When neighbors helped neighbors and weren't called snitches.
We fought with hands and not with the trigger..
Didn't call each other nigga
I guess back then our Pride was bigger.
We fought so hard to get here...
now we don't remember all the tears..
that fell
Oh well...
We here now. Even though many don't remember how.
Cause we got swag. We walk with our sag. We sell those fat ass dime bags...
And we die...for that "gang" rag.
And we think we made it?
This illusion we created.
Cause we still America's most Wanted.
No respect..cause we still a Suspect.
We need to find a solution..
Cause..My Peoples..
we ain't ready...for no Revolution.
Time to get out our DRUMS..and create a positive beat.
So we can go beyond...
these Urban Streets.
E.c. 02282012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Wednesday, February 8, 2012
INNER EMAN
I'm intoxicated. Scratch that... I'm inebriated.
So if this starts going awry...I've been drinking...so that's why.
So..on that note..let Me introduce you to something My Mind wrote.
One day I heard a voice. This voice said I didn't have a choice. It was time for Me to step out on Faith. And if I happened to get tired...He will help Me keep My pace.
I had to go on a journey to a place I've never seen. The skies won't be blue. The fields...won't be green.
I won't see happiness and Joy.. I won't see the smiles of lil girls and boys. I won't see the light of day or the darkness of night. In fact...
What I'll see...I won't need the use of sight.
So...I started to walk this rough and dusty road. Recording everything in My mind...so this story can be told.
Eyes shut...but I could see.
Not things of this Earth...no buildings or trees.
What I saw....
Was what was inside...of Me.
Dark. Cold. Fear.
No faith at all...even though... GOD was near.
I let this ole World turn Me cold.
50.....but I looked a Hundred years old.
No smile on this face. No hope for the Human race. No love for Me or any other Man. No dreams of the future...cause for the future... I made no plans.
I was walking... inside of Me. Eyes closed...but I could see.
I was made of unrecognizable stone.
And I wondered...why I was all alone.
But...in this small space...I saw a glow.
And this glow..began to grow.
And what I saw...was Hope's flickering Light. A lil bit of Day..when all around Me...was dark as Night.
And the voice told Me...to open My eyes...and walk toward the flickering Light..cause that's where Hope lies.
And next thing I knew...the light...wellll..It grew. And soon I was surrounded by a light ....so magnificent...so..bright...
colored...the Bluest of Blue.
And with eyes no longer blind. I opened My heart...I opened My mind.
I began to Love....all of Mankind.
Because GOD took time to let Me see...
the darkest, coldest, part of Me.
And that's not the Man...I am destined to be.
I am Greater than I ever knew.
Old Emanuel...has become
Emanuel anew.
Now I see...what I was Born to be.
Amazing.
Magnificent.
Wonderful...
E.
E.c. 20120802
So if this starts going awry...I've been drinking...so that's why.
So..on that note..let Me introduce you to something My Mind wrote.
One day I heard a voice. This voice said I didn't have a choice. It was time for Me to step out on Faith. And if I happened to get tired...He will help Me keep My pace.
I had to go on a journey to a place I've never seen. The skies won't be blue. The fields...won't be green.
I won't see happiness and Joy.. I won't see the smiles of lil girls and boys. I won't see the light of day or the darkness of night. In fact...
What I'll see...I won't need the use of sight.
So...I started to walk this rough and dusty road. Recording everything in My mind...so this story can be told.
Eyes shut...but I could see.
Not things of this Earth...no buildings or trees.
What I saw....
Was what was inside...of Me.
Dark. Cold. Fear.
No faith at all...even though... GOD was near.
I let this ole World turn Me cold.
50.....but I looked a Hundred years old.
No smile on this face. No hope for the Human race. No love for Me or any other Man. No dreams of the future...cause for the future... I made no plans.
I was walking... inside of Me. Eyes closed...but I could see.
I was made of unrecognizable stone.
And I wondered...why I was all alone.
But...in this small space...I saw a glow.
And this glow..began to grow.
And what I saw...was Hope's flickering Light. A lil bit of Day..when all around Me...was dark as Night.
And the voice told Me...to open My eyes...and walk toward the flickering Light..cause that's where Hope lies.
And next thing I knew...the light...wellll..It grew. And soon I was surrounded by a light ....so magnificent...so..bright...
colored...the Bluest of Blue.
And with eyes no longer blind. I opened My heart...I opened My mind.
I began to Love....all of Mankind.
Because GOD took time to let Me see...
the darkest, coldest, part of Me.
And that's not the Man...I am destined to be.
I am Greater than I ever knew.
Old Emanuel...has become
Emanuel anew.
Now I see...what I was Born to be.
Amazing.
Magnificent.
Wonderful...
E.
E.c. 20120802
Thursday, February 2, 2012
GOD'S TRUE CREATION (A Inspirational Joint)
They say on the Seventh Day GOD rested.. but that's not true..
On the Seventh day GOD went to HIS quiet place..and HE created You.
With a vision of all that is perfect and pure......
HE took stardust from the heavens.
And using HIS tears of Compassion...HE mixed and formed....
You.
A radiant Being born from the Pure love of GOD.
Your eyes sparkle like the center of a Nebula. Your skin...soft as virgin silk..spun by cherubs.
Your glow so bright..you part darkness as Moses parted the Red Sea...
How can I not stand in awe of what you are? How can I not...weep at the very sight of you as you walk toward Me..glowing in the Light of GOD's Love.?
Your beauty extends and transcends beyond the physical...and become a spiritual experience.
Even the Angels...kneel when in your presence.
To touch you...is to touch GOD.
To know you...is to know GOD.
To speak to you...is to speak...to GOD.
I have Kissed your Lips...and felt the All powerful Kiss of Love from GOD.
If I could see you thru Angel's Eyes...I'd see the fingerprints of the Almighty all about you...
For...on the Seventh Day...GOD went to HIS special place.
And with a smile on HIS Face...
He Created...You.
A Beauty...that will never be....
repeated
or...
replaced.
E.c. 20120202
On the Seventh day GOD went to HIS quiet place..and HE created You.
With a vision of all that is perfect and pure......
HE took stardust from the heavens.
And using HIS tears of Compassion...HE mixed and formed....
You.
A radiant Being born from the Pure love of GOD.
Your eyes sparkle like the center of a Nebula. Your skin...soft as virgin silk..spun by cherubs.
Your glow so bright..you part darkness as Moses parted the Red Sea...
How can I not stand in awe of what you are? How can I not...weep at the very sight of you as you walk toward Me..glowing in the Light of GOD's Love.?
Your beauty extends and transcends beyond the physical...and become a spiritual experience.
Even the Angels...kneel when in your presence.
To touch you...is to touch GOD.
To know you...is to know GOD.
To speak to you...is to speak...to GOD.
I have Kissed your Lips...and felt the All powerful Kiss of Love from GOD.
If I could see you thru Angel's Eyes...I'd see the fingerprints of the Almighty all about you...
For...on the Seventh Day...GOD went to HIS special place.
And with a smile on HIS Face...
He Created...You.
A Beauty...that will never be....
repeated
or...
replaced.
E.c. 20120202
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
THE EVO-LU-TION OF MY KINK
I think...I know...My kink. But My kink..is much more than I think.
What does this mean???
Welllll... At the ripe old age of 50, I thought My erotic Soul had grown to fullest potential and was now...dormant.
Kinda like a sleeping Volcano. A lil steam escaping every now and then... a lil rumble here and there...but basically...A sleeping Giant.
So...it was much to My surprise..to find..that My kink...was not dormant at all. My kink...was quietly...secretly....Evolving.
Mutating. Change....ing.
Now...we all have...our kinks. But..there is this..ONE kink that is above the rest. Some of us embrace it. Some of us...deny its existence. But..its there.
Now..you might expect Me to reveal what My kink is... but that ain't happenin. I've been around way too long to know...some may understand...but many..my stand in judgement, and I don't want to have to nutt the fuck up on anyone for judging Me on...My kink. Cause..l embrace My kink like a Mother embraces her newborn baby.
Sooo...My kink has evolved to another level of kink. Its on a level of kink..and it's a nasty ass kink. Its...sooo...amazingly kinky... I dare not speak to any Mortal about...My kink. Well..except for that person who will assist in immersing Me in this evolved kink.
And so..here I sit with My analytical ass trying to understand how My kink has evolved to such a nasty state. How...this pure innocent soul..can have such a corrupted Kink.
This Evolved kink has invaded My thoughts. My dreams. My daydreams. Its like...injected into the folds of My brain and with each stage of its mutation...it constantly reminds Me that its growing...
its...alive.
its...hungry and wants to be fed.
50 years old..and I've become a slave to My kink. That kink I thought was sleep.
So..whats a Man to do...when the Kink is on a mission to be fed.
For..to find someone to feed the kink...would mean I'd have to find someone as kink..eee.....and as nast..eeeee
as ME.
And...that ain't a easy thang to do.
hahaha.
Cause...I can be nastier than nasty.
I can make nasty say....dayum!!!!!!
And now... I got this....Evolved..Mutated...off the fuckin chain...Kink that is hungry.
My prayers go out to the one...who has to feed...
The EVOLUTION...OF MY KINK.
What does this mean???
Welllll... At the ripe old age of 50, I thought My erotic Soul had grown to fullest potential and was now...dormant.
Kinda like a sleeping Volcano. A lil steam escaping every now and then... a lil rumble here and there...but basically...A sleeping Giant.
So...it was much to My surprise..to find..that My kink...was not dormant at all. My kink...was quietly...secretly....Evolving.
Mutating. Change....ing.
Now...we all have...our kinks. But..there is this..ONE kink that is above the rest. Some of us embrace it. Some of us...deny its existence. But..its there.
Now..you might expect Me to reveal what My kink is... but that ain't happenin. I've been around way too long to know...some may understand...but many..my stand in judgement, and I don't want to have to nutt the fuck up on anyone for judging Me on...My kink. Cause..l embrace My kink like a Mother embraces her newborn baby.
Sooo...My kink has evolved to another level of kink. Its on a level of kink..and it's a nasty ass kink. Its...sooo...amazingly kinky... I dare not speak to any Mortal about...My kink. Well..except for that person who will assist in immersing Me in this evolved kink.
And so..here I sit with My analytical ass trying to understand how My kink has evolved to such a nasty state. How...this pure innocent soul..can have such a corrupted Kink.
This Evolved kink has invaded My thoughts. My dreams. My daydreams. Its like...injected into the folds of My brain and with each stage of its mutation...it constantly reminds Me that its growing...
its...alive.
its...hungry and wants to be fed.
50 years old..and I've become a slave to My kink. That kink I thought was sleep.
So..whats a Man to do...when the Kink is on a mission to be fed.
For..to find someone to feed the kink...would mean I'd have to find someone as kink..eee.....and as nast..eeeee
as ME.
And...that ain't a easy thang to do.
hahaha.
Cause...I can be nastier than nasty.
I can make nasty say....dayum!!!!!!
And now... I got this....Evolved..Mutated...off the fuckin chain...Kink that is hungry.
My prayers go out to the one...who has to feed...
The EVOLUTION...OF MY KINK.
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