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Everything You Need

29 Sunday May 2016

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Matthew 6:26, mindfulness, nothingness, stillness, wisdom crieth out to the streets

Matthew 6:26 | #codeofthestreets: Everything you need is within arms reach; the key is to separate the needs from the wants. With a little #mindfulness, you shall hear wisdom crying out to the streets. When you become acquainted with the art of #stillness, you shall become awakened to the world and the universe shall bring forth the moments that you seek. –@StevieStreets

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I Wonder Too

28 Saturday May 2016

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sociology

Remember the groups that planned picnics to lynch,
burn,
sodomize,
and/or mutilate a life?

They now have conservative values:
they propose opportunity school districts
and privatize the prisons,
they propose anti-gay laws
and sport bumper stickers that claim pro-life.

I wonder…
Why is there never a good ol’ boy in the systems
that they call the good ol’ boy system?

I wonder…
Why do they expect me to believe the Governor can see a failing educational system,
when he turns a blind eye to a failing prison system?

I wonder…
Why are equal rights and justice so hard to obtain?
Why is it so hard to see that the DNC and the GOP are one in the same?

During election season, they all seem to know your name.
When it comes to seeing that justice is served,
their eyes are all blinded the same.

I wonder…
Why do the politicians all preach change?
Do they really want change?!

After election season, they continue to speak change;
but they don’t wanna see change.
They just wanna see change;
they just want a piece of change.

Some do it for the money and the power,
some do it for the fame.
They get a few titles behind their name
and they never act the same.

When egos begin to change,
those that are appointed to protect the best interest of the people
tend to forget about the best interest of the people.
I wonder…
How can one expect equal rights and justice,
when the proponents of justice are given free rein?

They cover up corruption
with subsequent remedial measures
and more corruption;
they’ll throw dirt on your name
until your left out in the rain.

All these laws on the books
and aint a damn thing change.
Obama did the best he could
but aint a damn thing change.
The prisons are still filled with Blacks and Latinos,
aint a damn thing change.

I wonder…
Why is it a rarity to see someone appointed to do the right thing
that actually does the right thing?

It’s getting hard to do the right thing;
it seems like doing wrong is the new right thing.

I just want to fast and pray to the east;
they just want me to fall prey to the right-wing.

Some days, I’d like to fly far away;
but I’m a poet not a pilot
and I’m rooted and grounded
so I guess I’ll write wings.

Brother Marvin sang about flying high through the friendly skies
without ever leaving the ground.

I wonder…
“Why are you surprised to see them blatantly stepping on toes?
Hell; they step over veterans asleep on the ground.”

They say, “Let’s Make America Great Again!”
For the life of me,
I can’t see the pictures they are painting:
Maybe, their propaganda is too colorful.
Maybe, my perspective is off;
maybe, I remember different hues.
Maybe, they didn’t stretch the truth;
maybe, they gallery wrapped the art of storytelling,
maybe, they want those that fall by the wayside to have better views.
I wonder… if the sharp symbolisms of hate
and the impressionisms of injustice
are the fabrics that they are speaking of,
when they say America was great.
I wonder…
Why do they feel so entitled in America?
They stole the land,
made fortunes off of those they stole from foreign land,
then they wrote laws to impose the perpetual divide in America.
They want me to pray to a merciful god
that shows no mercy,
while these so called political pundits walk imaginary lines of faith:
the so called “good Christians” wear hoods
and burn crosses neath the bible belt,
they kill children for whistling dixie neath the bible belt,
brown-skin children can’t even walk the streets with a pack of Skittles neath the bible belt.
I wonder…
Why do those that state they wanna keep America great
tend to tip the scales of justice
and misappropriate diplomacy?
I wonder…
Why do they consistently claim to not see the great divide in America?
I’m appalled at the newscasts in America.
It’s getting hard to tell the reruns from the world premieres in America.
I wonder…
How long must we see the same ol’ story in America?
I see church bombings,
I see bigotry,
I see brown-skin people being brutalized in America.
No! I’m not referring to the “Great History,”
I’m talking about modern day America.

Banksy illustrated:
“I SEE HUMANS
BUT NO HUMANITY”
I love street art!
Do you see the pictures they are painting?
Maybe, I’m too radiant… for America.
I tend to mix with the outliers in this world where white is right.
They wanna dim my light;
but they will never whitewash me.
Oh No! Not Me!
They try to blackball the coloreds like me, in America.
They will never bring me down…
Oh No! I will never let ’em bring me down.
No! They won’t bring me down.
They may try to keep a foot on my throat
but I’m standing on higher ground.
I’m standing on the shoulders of those who dared to say:
“I Too America!”
I vividly remember Langston Hughes;
I think of his views,
whenever I’m under attack by America.
I hold my head up high,
I look ’em in the eye;
cause I know
I too, sing, America.
I am the darker brother.
I am standing on the shoulders of those that got spat at in America.
I am standing on the shoulders of those that got hosed down in America.
I am standing on the shoulders of those that were attacked by German Shepherds in America.
I am standing on the shoulders of those that rescued slaves in America.
I am standing on the shoulders of those that fought and died so I could read a book in America.
I am standing on the shoulders of those that fought and died so I could cast a vote in America.
Yes, I am the darker bother.
I am standing on the shoulders of those brave souls that spoke up for equal rights and justice in America.
I am representing for the feeling that made sister Maya write:
“I rise
I rise
I rise”
when they tried to write her down.
I am representing for the feeling that made brother Langston write:
“I, too, am America”
when Jim Crow laws tried to keep him down.
Sometimes, I wonder…
Exactly, what is or what was so great about America?

–@StevieStreets #iWonder part two, the #sociology #poem | from THE BOOK OF QUESTIONS: I Wonder Too

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I AM THE GREATEST!

25 Wednesday May 2016

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know thy self, know thyself, Muhammad Ali, rumble young man rumble, shake up the

I AM THE GREATEST! I said that, even before I knew I was. -Muhammad Ali

#codeofthestreets:
Sometimes, you have to remind yourself…
Everybody isn’t gonna love you,
most people don’t even love themselves.
Rumble Young Man, Rumble!
That ol’ #BlackMagic is something else.
SHAKE UP THE WORLD,
Shake Up The World!
You have to believe in yourself,
before anyone else…
will believe in YOU.
#KnowThySelf!
Talk to God Every Day.
Talk to Yourself Every Day.
Disregard What the Naysayers Say;
tell yourself “I BELIEVE IN YOU.”

–@StevieStreets #iamthegreatest #poem | I AM THE GREATEST!

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Allure

16 Monday May 2016

Posted by steviestreets in Haiku, Poems, THE ROMANTICIST COLLECTION

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alluring, beautiful soul, hopeless romantic, love, relationship goals

Many delight the eye…
yet, few are appealing to the soul.

I just wanna speak the languages of love
and celebrate año tras año with a beautiful soul.

Beauty tends to fade…
yet, inner beauty remains vibrant;
in the garden of spirits,
her inner glow is always in full bloom.

I want someone whose aura is perennial;
every night she walks in my dreams,
we grow old – she still walks in beauty,
her silver highlights become silver linings…
each strand symbolizing the love we shared neath many moons.

I need a woman whose expression of love
becomes a wellspring
in the winters of my life.

I need a woman with a heart like mine,
I just wanna become best friends with my wife.

Where’s the lady in my life?
I just need the one that I can love endlessly…
Where is the one that I adore?

Beautiful Soul, come to me…
come on, let me love you a little bit;
let me show you, you’re the one my heart beats for.

Beautiful Soul, you inspire me…
the day you gave me your math,
I realized two could be one
and one could be much more.
Maybe I love you much too much;
then again, I have so much love to give
and you deserve much much more.

Maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic…
I won’t blame it on the magic in your eyes,
I won’t blame it on the warmth of your smile;
I’m not blinded by your beauty,
I’m intrigued with your allure.
I blame it on the allure.

–@StevieStreets #beautifulsoul #poem: for #thebeautifulones | Allure

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Strangers Show More Love

12 Thursday May 2016

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familiarity breeds contempt, go where they celebrate you, Matthew 13:57

They’re gonna hate you…
go where the celebrate you;
strangers show more love.

–@StevieStreets Matthew 13:57 | Strangers Show More Love

#codeofthestreets: #familiaritybreedscontempt… “If it ever happens to get ugly over here, then I’ll just go over there; cause they love me over there.” -JADAKISS

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Memory Banks

10 Tuesday May 2016

Posted by steviestreets in Haiku, Poems, THE ILLUSION OF WEALTH

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a wealth of knowledge, I profit from the prophet, money is make believe, my richest come not from this world, worth far more than silver and gold

My memory banks
store a wealth of resources
and information

–@StevieStreets #moneyismakebelieve | from THE ILLUSION OF WEALTH COLLECTION: Memory Banks

#codeofthestreets: My #riches come not from this world… I #profit from the #prophet!

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At the core — Haiku out of africa

08 Sunday May 2016

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if we could only – grasp the essence of stillness – all will become clear © Lize Bard @ https://wandererhaiku.wordpress.com/

via At the core — Haiku out of africa

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Bearing Burdens

08 Sunday May 2016

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arduous, burdens, carrying one's weight, thresholds, tipping the scales, tolerance, weighed down

Measuring the weight…
of one’s conscious tips the scale;
bearing the burdens.

Stevie Streets | from THE EMOTIONAL PARAMETERS COLLECTION: Bearing Burdens

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A Screaming Whisper

08 Sunday May 2016

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consciousness, introspection, self-talk, silence, thoughts, thresholds, weighing the odds

A SCREAMING WHISPER…
penetrates beyond the silence;
those inner voices

–@StevieStreets | from THE EMOTIONAL PARAMETERS COLLECTION: A Screaming Whisper

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Actions Speak Louder than Words

05 Thursday May 2016

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actions speak louder than words, gardening, seeds of life, the fruits of labor, watering the word

The miracle of the seed and the soil is not available by affirmation; it is only available by labor. -Jim Rohn | #codeofthestreets: #actionsspeaklouderthanwords

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