THE WRITING ON THE WALL (A Revolutionary Joint)

The writing has been on the Wall...
but We didn't read it.


Its like.. We didn't want to see it.


Now...all the sudden.. this world is fucked up?


All you had to do...


was Look up.


Cause.. the writing has always been on the Wall.


No one answered... when We made the call..


To pull up ya pants...and be a Man.


But all the warnings were like they were written in the Sand.


All washed away.


And now.. we are in the final act..
of a tragic play.


The Writing has been on the wall.


We can't say it wasn't there.


We just went on with our lives


like we didn't care.


Suddenly now..its a issue.


Watery eyes


boxes of tissue.


Now its time to teach our children the facts.


Time to wake up..


Time...to act.


Racism is alive and We...are the prey.


And if we DON'T READ THE WRITING ON THE WALL


It will always be...the way it is...


Today.


WAKE UP.


LOOK UP.


The writing...is on the Wall.


E.c. 20120325

ILLUSION OF THE BLACK-NESS

We still think our Skin...
will get us in..
That exclusive club of Races
But there's no membership card
for the Black faces.


Instead of coming together and finding a Solution..


We drifted off into an ... Illusion.


We've become relaxed.
Like its all good
Cause Men aren't riding horses
wearing White hoods.


The Hoods are still there..just locked away.
We still the same Coon today...
as we were
Yesterday.


But we are in an Illusion.
That we are just like them


And no matter how Many times We score..
We are NOT..going to Win.


Cause...we have...Black Skin.


Ready for the Revolution???


Another... Illusion.


How can you fight with your pants below your ass???


If the Revolution began today...you know how long it would last??


Less than a Day..


The Black Race would be wiped away..


And not even a History book would mention Us.


Cause we thought we became their equal when we began to sit in the front of the Bus??


Its all... an Illusion.


And We refuse to see..


We can stand at "that" Door all day...


But We will never...


Get a Key.


Be...cause...


They will forever see US as the "Suspect".


Which means we will never earn "their" 
respect.


That's why our Neighborhoods suffer from
neglect.


And that application you just put in...


will get stamped... "reject".


And we still think things are ok?


Its all...an Illusion.


and I hope we Wake the Fuck Up!!


one Day.


E.c. 20120321

THAT THING I DO (LUSTFUL CONTENT)

As I lay here in the aftermath of some deep penetration.  


Things I just did.. were beyond My wildest imagination.


As erect penis broke thru flesh and pierced the Mind...


Ohhh...that feeling was so sublime.


As We lost touch with Space and...Time.


Bodies shiny from Lustful Sweat..


Positions and secretions... so memorable, I'll never forget...


nor will I regret..


How I took it sooo deep...


As I type this...


She's...laying here alseep..


Smile on Lips...


My hand print.. on Hips..


Cause I penetrated her Soul...


Giving her the most memorable Fuck...


was My goal.


And I did what I "came" to do..


Now I'm waiting for her to wake up...


cause... I...ain't...thru.


E.c. 201203018

ODE TO MY FRIEND

I tried to write about My Friend.  I tried to...express how much I miss Him.


And I deleted all of it.


Cause... I can't take that emotion...and send it thru fingers to the keyboard.


My Best Friend is James Jackson.


And...I loved My friend as if we shared the same DNA.


And now...My friend is gone.


And honestly...  I still don't know how to...


deal with it.


Cause.. when someone is embedded in your heart and soul...


They may leave this world...


but...their essence.  Their.... energy..


still remains in the fiber of your Soul.


How foolish of Me to think he was immortal...and would never Die.


I guess... I was a fool.


I HAVE a Friend..  His name is James Jackson.


I wish Heaven had Skype.


Love ya Man.


See ya when I see ya.


E.

REBIRTH OF THE WORD

I'm a Poet with no words to write.

No Vowels...no Nouns

in sight.

Mind Blank of Rhymes 

and quotes

No paper for Me to take

notes.

My Mind blank like the 

Universe before the

Big Bang.

Like a Choir

without 

a 

Song to Sang.

I'm a Poet

without a

Soul

If I can no longer

spit the game..

I will lose

My 

Soul.

So..I take a breath

so Deep.

Stand at the Edge

of Darkness..

and 

take a 

Leap

Into the Depths

of 

My Mind

And if I allow

My creativity

to flow

I'm sure I'll find.

That no matter how

far from the 

Light I may 

Be.

That Wordsmith

that

Poet

Will forever..

Live in Me.

E.

The Fifth Letter

I can never 

Fail

I can only

get

better

Cause the Rhyme is

within

and to not

write

Is the ultimate

Sin

Cause..

I

am

a

Poet

E. c.  20120315

UR..BAN BLACK MAN

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

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