“An Early Death before Life” Dedication to Biggie Smalls
“Remember back in the days, when niggaz had waves
Gazelle shades, and corn braids
Pitchin pennies, honies had the high top jellies
Shootin skelly, motherfuckers was all friendly” Biggie’s “Things Done Changed” track
The early bird catches the worm but it was far too early for Christopher Wallace aka Biggie Smalls aka The Notorious B.I.G. aka Frank White aka Big Poppa aka Brooklyn’s Finest to find a home far away from his loved ones, influence and hip hop. I pop "Ready to Die" in the cassette deck to reminisce on a time before CD’s somewhere circa 1993, when “Juicy” played on the radio station and I purchased my first playstation. The nation was still suffering the aftermath of the Gulf War but who knew that Rap Music would see its very own Dessert Storm. Several fatalities came in the fashion and form of young black MC’s, who microphones were mistaken for automatic weapons. Bedford Stuyvesant streets will never be the same and like you said my brother, “Things Done Changed” and the “Everyday Struggle” was a “Warning” to us all. I guess some enemy of the state wanted to see your “Downfall” and figured that “Somebody’s Got to Die” and it was you. “The World is Filled” with “Playa Haters” but regardless of all of that, we “Miss You”. Puff said “Mo Money Mo Problems” and the media always make sure “Your Nobody Till Somebody Kills You” but what’s sad is “Sky’s The Limit” for an individual with a vicious flow, ill lyrics, powerful voice and crazy word-play. As a hip hop purest, I rarely see these skills today. “What’s Beef” when we just enjoy listening to good music? With each single you would “Hypnotize” us and of course you weren’t “Ready To Die” so why do people want to see “Nigga’s Bleed” and who knew that “Going Back to Cali” would be your “Last Day”. We miss you Biggie! I sit here with a 40 oz like my college years almost shedding a tear as “One More Chance” blast from my speaker to my soul. I remember the first time I heard “Unbelievable”, “Machine Gun Funk” and “Who Shot Ya”. Now, I wish the police and FBI found out...Who Shot Ya...
The End
Wednesday, May 25, 2011
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
“Aroma” Vol. 1 #2006 p. 1 Short Poem
“Aroma”
By: Tony Hanes
I gathered each scent of perfume,
you left floating in the hallway.
Gently placed the fragrance,
all over my favorite pillow.
I inhaled a part of you each night,
in order to remember,
the fundamental purpose of life.
The End
“24 Hour Seat” Vol. 1 #2006
“24 Hour Seat” (page from Vol. 1 circa 2006)
By: Tony Hanes
Waiting for a Brighter Day
I pray
To the God of life to grant me
Peace and Grace
I paced through the walkways of life
Attempting to see that gleam of light
That allows warmer evenings and nights
Sun rays of laughter and joy
Please
Allow my family an abundance of years
With less tears
No cries
So when it's time to say good-bye
My head can nod with content
Waiting for a Brighter Day
The End
By: Tony Hanes
Waiting for a Brighter Day
I pray
To the God of life to grant me
Peace and Grace
I paced through the walkways of life
Attempting to see that gleam of light
That allows warmer evenings and nights
Sun rays of laughter and joy
Please
Allow my family an abundance of years
With less tears
No cries
So when it's time to say good-bye
My head can nod with content
Waiting for a Brighter Day
The End
JAY-Z: “A Choice ...A Mistake” #2007 Vol. 2
(I used Jay-Z songs to make a story about a young man that is in every ghetto in America.)
JAY-Z: “A Choice ...A Mistake”
Raised in the concrete jungle I often wondered how "D'Evils" would shape the "Blueprint" to my existence. Dark alley's were not my highway to heaven and "Where I'm From" you are either "Friend or Foe" with nothing in between...I saw the 70's so-called father figures "Big Pimpin" but not sharing any knowledge with the youth...I "Can't Knock the Hustle" even though there were "A Million and One Question" that needed answers...Why am I a nigger?...Why do we live in these broken down buildings? I’m getting frustrated…It’s funny having these "Cashmere Thoughts" looking back 20 years ago…I was hard headed for sure...I remember being a defiant 17 year old and my attitude was like "Aint No Nigga" living this "Hard knock Life" the way I do…And even though "The Streets Is Watching" I stayed with my "22 Two's"...Without that father figure I continued to "Squeeze First" and ask questions later. On the road to "Dead Presidents" all I did at night was "Change Clothes and Go" back to the block with my glock and an ice grill…With no remorse I did whatever it took to be "Brooklyn's Finest"...”What More Can I Say"...it was time to "Takeover" these streets by all means necessary. These images are not a reality at the present time...Where was that father figure? As I sit here in this cell....my notepads are filled with poems and rap songs that will never be heard by the masses. There is only one way that the "Dirt of My Shoulder" can be wiped off and that’s when I'm tossed in the ground...still with no father...My life wasn't worth that murder case… now my destiny lies in the hands of the governor...THAT PHONE CALL MIGHT NOT COME...I have 15 minutes left with so many "Regrets"...
The End
JAY-Z: “A Choice ...A Mistake”
Raised in the concrete jungle I often wondered how "D'Evils" would shape the "Blueprint" to my existence. Dark alley's were not my highway to heaven and "Where I'm From" you are either "Friend or Foe" with nothing in between...I saw the 70's so-called father figures "Big Pimpin" but not sharing any knowledge with the youth...I "Can't Knock the Hustle" even though there were "A Million and One Question" that needed answers...Why am I a nigger?...Why do we live in these broken down buildings? I’m getting frustrated…It’s funny having these "Cashmere Thoughts" looking back 20 years ago…I was hard headed for sure...I remember being a defiant 17 year old and my attitude was like "Aint No Nigga" living this "Hard knock Life" the way I do…And even though "The Streets Is Watching" I stayed with my "22 Two's"...Without that father figure I continued to "Squeeze First" and ask questions later. On the road to "Dead Presidents" all I did at night was "Change Clothes and Go" back to the block with my glock and an ice grill…With no remorse I did whatever it took to be "Brooklyn's Finest"...”What More Can I Say"...it was time to "Takeover" these streets by all means necessary. These images are not a reality at the present time...Where was that father figure? As I sit here in this cell....my notepads are filled with poems and rap songs that will never be heard by the masses. There is only one way that the "Dirt of My Shoulder" can be wiped off and that’s when I'm tossed in the ground...still with no father...My life wasn't worth that murder case… now my destiny lies in the hands of the governor...THAT PHONE CALL MIGHT NOT COME...I have 15 minutes left with so many "Regrets"...
The End
“Your Face is a Mystery” Vol. 1 Poem Dedicated to my Mom #2006
“Your Face is a Mystery” (Last page in An Abstract World Vol. 1 #2006)
By: Anthony Hanes
I tossed and turned in your womb
The world was a mystery
Life was a maze that I didn't know existed
A few more weeks and my travel would begin
When and where it ends,
I have not a clue.
One thing I do know to be true...
"You loved me"
I don't remember "tasting any toxins",
from bad habits through bad advice,
or just living "long" days and "short" nights.
I do remember how gentle your rubs,
pushed against the walls that protected my life..
Why did you leave so soon?
Once the bright lights hit my weak eyes,
"You Died" a year later and I could barely "SEE"
(This was dedicated to my mother and is a true story...R.I.P.)
The End
By: Anthony Hanes
I tossed and turned in your womb
The world was a mystery
Life was a maze that I didn't know existed
A few more weeks and my travel would begin
When and where it ends,
I have not a clue.
One thing I do know to be true...
"You loved me"
I don't remember "tasting any toxins",
from bad habits through bad advice,
or just living "long" days and "short" nights.
I do remember how gentle your rubs,
pushed against the walls that protected my life..
Why did you leave so soon?
Once the bright lights hit my weak eyes,
"You Died" a year later and I could barely "SEE"
(This was dedicated to my mother and is a true story...R.I.P.)
The End
“My Screams Have No Sound” #Revised 7/30/2012
“My Screams Have No Sound” ...#Revised
“A nightmare is a dream which causes a strong unpleasant emotional response from the sleeper, typically fear or horror, being in situations of extreme danger, or the sensations of pain, bad events, falling, drowning or death. Such dreams can be related to physical causes such as a high fever, turned faced down on a pillow during sleep (most often in the case of drowning nightmares), or psychological ones such as psychological trauma or stress in the sleeper's life, or can have no apparent cause.” *wikipedia
Trapped in a never ending whirlpool of ideas,
I sat at the dinner table,
"dizzy".
Trying to imagine a time ,
when I wasn’t captivated in a maze,
with no "ending" or "exit" strategy.
I designed a "Utopia",
that was crashed, trashed, and bashed,
by the "Queen of Sorrow".
The frozen look on your face,
showed me that tomorrow was today.
Verbal darts,
destroyed my armor of love, hope, and desire.
I desired for more...
“My Screams Have No Sound”
"CNN" has gotten old
"Fox News" doesn't tell the truth,
so I guess our "ESPN",
has been heard by neighbors and friends,
way pass the "4th Quarter".
You lied…I told the truth,
I guess a thousand words meant nothing!
“My Screams Have No Sound”
Silent nights in a cold bed,
reminded me of childhood fantasies.
I use to run from Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees.
These knives were blades of deceit,
that literally,
destroy the main organ,
that allows one to breathe.
“My Screams Have No Sound”
The "respirator of passion" died on the doorsteps,
of a man I didn’t know.
You said it was the last time,
a year AGO!
"25 to life" is too much prison time to fathom,
therefore; I walk away.
“My Screams Have No Sound”
As the door slams,
on the back of my new Timberland boots,
the "ring" designed to bind two souls,
rest on the kitchen table beside the "GUN".
The End
“A nightmare is a dream which causes a strong unpleasant emotional response from the sleeper, typically fear or horror, being in situations of extreme danger, or the sensations of pain, bad events, falling, drowning or death. Such dreams can be related to physical causes such as a high fever, turned faced down on a pillow during sleep (most often in the case of drowning nightmares), or psychological ones such as psychological trauma or stress in the sleeper's life, or can have no apparent cause.” *wikipedia
Trapped in a never ending whirlpool of ideas,
I sat at the dinner table,
"dizzy".
Trying to imagine a time ,
when I wasn’t captivated in a maze,
with no "ending" or "exit" strategy.
I designed a "Utopia",
that was crashed, trashed, and bashed,
by the "Queen of Sorrow".
The frozen look on your face,
showed me that tomorrow was today.
Verbal darts,
destroyed my armor of love, hope, and desire.
I desired for more...
“My Screams Have No Sound”
"CNN" has gotten old
"Fox News" doesn't tell the truth,
so I guess our "ESPN",
has been heard by neighbors and friends,
way pass the "4th Quarter".
You lied…I told the truth,
I guess a thousand words meant nothing!
“My Screams Have No Sound”
Silent nights in a cold bed,
reminded me of childhood fantasies.
I use to run from Freddy Krueger and Jason Voorhees.
These knives were blades of deceit,
that literally,
destroy the main organ,
that allows one to breathe.
“My Screams Have No Sound”
The "respirator of passion" died on the doorsteps,
of a man I didn’t know.
You said it was the last time,
a year AGO!
"25 to life" is too much prison time to fathom,
therefore; I walk away.
“My Screams Have No Sound”
As the door slams,
on the back of my new Timberland boots,
the "ring" designed to bind two souls,
rest on the kitchen table beside the "GUN".
The End
Monday, May 23, 2011
“A Girl Named Nicky Was So Scandalous” (Prince Dedication)
“A Girl Named Nicky Was So Scandalous” Vol. 3 Draft
(Dedication to the Music of the Great Prince)
“In the 18th century, presumably in Venice, prostitutes started using condoms, made with catgut or cow bowel.During the British East India Company's rule in India in the late 18th and early 19th centuries, it was initially fairly common for British soldiers to engaged in inter-ethnic prostitution in India, there they would frequently visit local Indian nautch dancers. Likewise, Indian lascar seamen taken to Britain also engaged in prostitution in the United Kingdom, where they would frequently visit local British prostitutes.[42][43] As British females began arriving to British India in large numbers from the early to mid-19th century, it became increasingly uncommon for British soldiers to visit Indian prostitutes, and miscegenation was despised altogether after the events of the Indian Rebellion of 1857.” *wikipedia
In her "Little Red Corvette" she strokes the Miami streets waiting for her orgasm of dreams to thrust from the sensual pavement. Already wet, Nicky walked with a juicy sway reminding eyes that lust her that she is a "Star". With "Scandalous" hips and a mind that can only see "Diamonds & Pearls", she understood that every man "Wanted To Be Her Lover". This is how "The Beautiful Ones" act. I guess this is the "Sign “O” The Times" and when the bars open, there is always a party like its "1999". Her high heels display pure vanity and her ass is just "Delirious". Uptown they call her "Cream" because of the way ice melts on her "Raspberry beret". On stage, Nicky is a hot thing. On the pole she swings with hopes of living the "Pop Life". As the "Purple Rain" fell from the clouds , "Darling Nikki" knows too well how it feels "When Doves Cry" almost making her crazy, but she would almost die for the price of fame. Thieves in the Temple love to see her dance because she has a look to die for. A college dropout and a scholarship for school depleted, Nikki’s dirty mind enjoyed the controversy on the outside. Inside, she understands that her parents tried to provide a better way. A lot of men desire to kiss her "Peach" nightly because she is indeed a "Sexy M.F." without a doubt. She has so many doubts. Nikki swallowed ecstasy pills to feel free, kept needles and weed to encourage her beliefs. Three years after her 18th birthday, they found her car vacated on South Beach. Local Police failed to retrieve anything significant. The detective said that the case was closed as no leads manifested. Ours later, her parents headed back to the airport with a portrait that displayed a frown...No "Emancipation"... No sound.
The End
(Dedication to the Music of the Great Prince)
“In the 18th century, presumably in Venice, prostitutes started using condoms, made with catgut or cow bowel.During the British East India Company's rule in India in the late 18th and early 19th centuries, it was initially fairly common for British soldiers to engaged in inter-ethnic prostitution in India, there they would frequently visit local Indian nautch dancers. Likewise, Indian lascar seamen taken to Britain also engaged in prostitution in the United Kingdom, where they would frequently visit local British prostitutes.[42][43] As British females began arriving to British India in large numbers from the early to mid-19th century, it became increasingly uncommon for British soldiers to visit Indian prostitutes, and miscegenation was despised altogether after the events of the Indian Rebellion of 1857.” *wikipedia
In her "Little Red Corvette" she strokes the Miami streets waiting for her orgasm of dreams to thrust from the sensual pavement. Already wet, Nicky walked with a juicy sway reminding eyes that lust her that she is a "Star". With "Scandalous" hips and a mind that can only see "Diamonds & Pearls", she understood that every man "Wanted To Be Her Lover". This is how "The Beautiful Ones" act. I guess this is the "Sign “O” The Times" and when the bars open, there is always a party like its "1999". Her high heels display pure vanity and her ass is just "Delirious". Uptown they call her "Cream" because of the way ice melts on her "Raspberry beret". On stage, Nicky is a hot thing. On the pole she swings with hopes of living the "Pop Life". As the "Purple Rain" fell from the clouds , "Darling Nikki" knows too well how it feels "When Doves Cry" almost making her crazy, but she would almost die for the price of fame. Thieves in the Temple love to see her dance because she has a look to die for. A college dropout and a scholarship for school depleted, Nikki’s dirty mind enjoyed the controversy on the outside. Inside, she understands that her parents tried to provide a better way. A lot of men desire to kiss her "Peach" nightly because she is indeed a "Sexy M.F." without a doubt. She has so many doubts. Nikki swallowed ecstasy pills to feel free, kept needles and weed to encourage her beliefs. Three years after her 18th birthday, they found her car vacated on South Beach. Local Police failed to retrieve anything significant. The detective said that the case was closed as no leads manifested. Ours later, her parents headed back to the airport with a portrait that displayed a frown...No "Emancipation"... No sound.
The End
“God-Realization…In My Eyes” Vol. 4 Rough Draft
“God-Realization…In My Eyes” (Vol. 4 Rough Draft)
“God-realization, according to Indian guru Meher Baba, is the highest state of consciousness and the goal and ultimate destiny of all souls in creation. Ultimately the ego weakens through endless expression of itself in many lifetimes of experience, finally disappearing completely in full Self or God-realization.” *wikipedia
On the rock it stated
“Here resides the bed of a tired soul”
No more battles with Mother Nature
The wind blew
All walked away
Until everyone is at "Rest"
Before rest,
there is struggle.
On the "journey" to visit the most high,
we look back in disbelief.
Family members "wave"
Tears slowly fall,
and melt into "yesterday".
The "grave" of midnight dreams "strike",
today.
Now,
he is one with the most high.
I sigh,
Knowing one day it will be my turn.
I laugh,
because we use to laugh together,
now forever,
is really "forever".
Carved on another lonely rock,
were the words...
“In My Eyes God is Real”
I slowly got into the car,
humbled with a depleted ego.
Until we meet again,
I will visit you my friend,
on these quiet grouds,
bonding us "Eternally",
bonding us until "God Wins".
The End
“God-realization, according to Indian guru Meher Baba, is the highest state of consciousness and the goal and ultimate destiny of all souls in creation. Ultimately the ego weakens through endless expression of itself in many lifetimes of experience, finally disappearing completely in full Self or God-realization.” *wikipedia
On the rock it stated
“Here resides the bed of a tired soul”
No more battles with Mother Nature
The wind blew
All walked away
Until everyone is at "Rest"
Before rest,
there is struggle.
On the "journey" to visit the most high,
we look back in disbelief.
Family members "wave"
Tears slowly fall,
and melt into "yesterday".
The "grave" of midnight dreams "strike",
today.
Now,
he is one with the most high.
I sigh,
Knowing one day it will be my turn.
I laugh,
because we use to laugh together,
now forever,
is really "forever".
Carved on another lonely rock,
were the words...
“In My Eyes God is Real”
I slowly got into the car,
humbled with a depleted ego.
Until we meet again,
I will visit you my friend,
on these quiet grouds,
bonding us "Eternally",
bonding us until "God Wins".
The End
Sunday, May 22, 2011
"In Hell I Sit" (Poem/Short Story)
"In Hell I Sit" (circa 2007)
The photograph fell to the concrete as the colossal truck thrust his wheels over my reality…over my head there is a dark cloud and the thunder destroys part of my hearing...destruction is what my soul fight against as I walk down an alley where there is no end in sight…no end to this pain and rain is on the way…with no umbrella I contemplate a great storm….no storm is foreign…the hurt is second nature so…I hibernate in the thoughts of past smiles…I'm tired…so…I rest…"In Hell I Sit"...waiting...waiting...waiting …for the Pursuit of Happiness to defeat a tortured life where… War is constant and my ammunition is running low…the picture floats down the sewage of loneliness …five people smile in this photo but only one live today to wait for the Green Mile…the Upper Room…the stairway to Heaven…or maybe…I'm just waiting…"In Hell I Sit"…the last survivor from a tree with dead roots…the last survivor in the circle of love that was dissolved by our leader…a psychological breakdown was the assessment by the medical physician….last week…7 days…2 hours…30 minutes and 49 seconds ago…he loaded the rifle….loaded death into the dark angels weapon…walked room to room…slaying love…cutting down the trees and killing the roots of the near future…closed caskets…closed caskets…the doctor revived me in time…in time to see 4 dead corpse…in time to avoid that dark tunnel that was approaching my sight…in time to see my mother, brother, and sister have a white towel pulled over their bodies…I am nobody …My somebody has deserted me…"In Hell I Sit"…wet from the overweight clouds…thinking about how the coward took his own life…took the life of his wife…now his seeds are in the ground but lack the oxygen to grow…nieces and nephews I will never know…and thanksgiving dinners that have been executed from existence…"In Hell I Sit"…with not even one glass of water…"In Hell I Sit"….looking in the mirror but seeing a blank image…waiting for the end…waiting for …a Revelation..
The photograph fell to the concrete as the colossal truck thrust his wheels over my reality…over my head there is a dark cloud and the thunder destroys part of my hearing...destruction is what my soul fight against as I walk down an alley where there is no end in sight…no end to this pain and rain is on the way…with no umbrella I contemplate a great storm….no storm is foreign…the hurt is second nature so…I hibernate in the thoughts of past smiles…I'm tired…so…I rest…"In Hell I Sit"...waiting...waiting...waiting …for the Pursuit of Happiness to defeat a tortured life where… War is constant and my ammunition is running low…the picture floats down the sewage of loneliness …five people smile in this photo but only one live today to wait for the Green Mile…the Upper Room…the stairway to Heaven…or maybe…I'm just waiting…"In Hell I Sit"…the last survivor from a tree with dead roots…the last survivor in the circle of love that was dissolved by our leader…a psychological breakdown was the assessment by the medical physician….last week…7 days…2 hours…30 minutes and 49 seconds ago…he loaded the rifle….loaded death into the dark angels weapon…walked room to room…slaying love…cutting down the trees and killing the roots of the near future…closed caskets…closed caskets…the doctor revived me in time…in time to see 4 dead corpse…in time to avoid that dark tunnel that was approaching my sight…in time to see my mother, brother, and sister have a white towel pulled over their bodies…I am nobody …My somebody has deserted me…"In Hell I Sit"…wet from the overweight clouds…thinking about how the coward took his own life…took the life of his wife…now his seeds are in the ground but lack the oxygen to grow…nieces and nephews I will never know…and thanksgiving dinners that have been executed from existence…"In Hell I Sit"…with not even one glass of water…"In Hell I Sit"….looking in the mirror but seeing a blank image…waiting for the end…waiting for …a Revelation..
“Vagina" #circa2007
“Vagina" ...page from Vol. 2 Emotions #circa2007
One billion years ago you birthed the 3rd planet from the Sun therefore; I am your son, your descendent, your child so lend me some direction. I took a journey that lasted 9 months in your canal and now I continue to travel through this wilderness until my travels are over…Mother of Creation...Mother of Pleasure...Mother to one of the most important living organism I need…The Great…The Lovely…The Treasure...”Vagina”…you are the Goddess that the Greeks praised and sculptured…”Vagina”… the glorious muscular tube projecting inside of all females…I love you…Why would anyone dare to challenge your authority…I kneel to you my Queen as soldiers dropped to the feet of Nefertiti a million months ago…You are responsible for the birth of God’s...the birth of Kings...the birth of all living things...we all traveled through your disambiguation where the outcome was uncertain and some failed to complete the trip and...rest in the eternity that will never be…I made it….I did swim...yep...through a waterfall and fell into a universe that appeared so complicated…”Vagina” ...you are so complicated….why do you pack so much Love and Hate?...”Vagina”…why have you caused so many Wars to take place on the soils of many Nations?...”Vagina” …you poisoned the minds of great leaders and transformed them into dictators…I adore you …I’m jealous of you…and…I’m upset with you all at the same time…At one point you confused my emotions and what I thought was love...was lust...”Vagina”…you are so rude…you are so selfish…and though I hold you in such high esteem because of your vision….the way you smell….the way you taste….the way you move…I like the way you move….the way you have put me to sleep on countless nights….I wish….I wish…you would stop confusing the bodies and minds that you own…stop killing yourself….you are the Godmother of life…Please…Please…share yourself only with Gladiators….not peasants….no confused men should feel the wetness of your grace…Dear “Vagina” we need you to step up and take place on the “Thrown of Life” again…Mother of Creation….Mother of Pleasure…Mother of the most High….I hope that I see you tonight…I have so many things to say….I have so many things to say…Hear my pain…
One billion years ago you birthed the 3rd planet from the Sun therefore; I am your son, your descendent, your child so lend me some direction. I took a journey that lasted 9 months in your canal and now I continue to travel through this wilderness until my travels are over…Mother of Creation...Mother of Pleasure...Mother to one of the most important living organism I need…The Great…The Lovely…The Treasure...”Vagina”…you are the Goddess that the Greeks praised and sculptured…”Vagina”… the glorious muscular tube projecting inside of all females…I love you…Why would anyone dare to challenge your authority…I kneel to you my Queen as soldiers dropped to the feet of Nefertiti a million months ago…You are responsible for the birth of God’s...the birth of Kings...the birth of all living things...we all traveled through your disambiguation where the outcome was uncertain and some failed to complete the trip and...rest in the eternity that will never be…I made it….I did swim...yep...through a waterfall and fell into a universe that appeared so complicated…”Vagina” ...you are so complicated….why do you pack so much Love and Hate?...”Vagina”…why have you caused so many Wars to take place on the soils of many Nations?...”Vagina” …you poisoned the minds of great leaders and transformed them into dictators…I adore you …I’m jealous of you…and…I’m upset with you all at the same time…At one point you confused my emotions and what I thought was love...was lust...”Vagina”…you are so rude…you are so selfish…and though I hold you in such high esteem because of your vision….the way you smell….the way you taste….the way you move…I like the way you move….the way you have put me to sleep on countless nights….I wish….I wish…you would stop confusing the bodies and minds that you own…stop killing yourself….you are the Godmother of life…Please…Please…share yourself only with Gladiators….not peasants….no confused men should feel the wetness of your grace…Dear “Vagina” we need you to step up and take place on the “Thrown of Life” again…Mother of Creation….Mother of Pleasure…Mother of the most High….I hope that I see you tonight…I have so many things to say….I have so many things to say…Hear my pain…
"The Greatest Poem Ever Told" #Revised
The wind blows from the Heavens as I sit here reading the literature passed down from the "Dead Poets Society" with a fine glass of Ancient Grapes...I laugh as Dante vividly describes the "Inferno"...Yeah...Love can burn the shit out of you...But...A life in sin can also provide everlasting heat...At least...That’s what vacation bible school taught me… Though I often cheated in class...This made "Psalm 23" by the Psalmist hard to believe because I smoked on so many trees...Oh the elevation… But I digress...On this night Homer took me to "The Iliad" after Shakespeare had me amazed by "Sonnet 18"...My eyes stay tired but Langston asked me...What happens to a dream deferred?...A cool breeze smacked my reality and there was no answer to this question ...I’m only a mere mortal guys....I’m only a mere mortal you guys ....So allow me the opportunity to share your stanzas with today’s poets...Who know "NO" history...Your writings are my history...Can I join you Edgar as my fingers turn from "The Raven" to "Amazing Grace" by this guy named John Newton who was also a member…Of the society that I would love to reside in forever…Remember me guys...Remember me as I remember "Still I Rise" by Maya Angelo or "Fog" by Carl Sandburg.. Man...The fog outside make it hard for me to read "Requiem"…But...I push my eyes deeper into the page...Deeper into immortality...Deeper into..."When I Consider How My Light Is Spent" by John Milton...I sip the fresh grapes again and feel a slight buzz...Oh hell...I'm almost drunk but sober enough to know that "Jordan" by George Herbert is a work of genius...I'm a genius because I'm not afraid to daydream...I relax and think about how Paul Lawrence Dunbar, Gwendolyn Brooks, Robert Hayden and Phyllis Wheatley would have viewed my Abstract World...Would they induct me?..Can I be a part of "A Great Day In Harlem?....Would Henry Wadsworth Longfellow or Robert Frost allow me in their Fraternity?...I want to belong...I want to be a Poet...I want to be a name that lives on through words that capture the souls of all readers...Just as the Dead Poets...They continue to bless my spirit...They continue to influence my pen and pad...I heard voices say "preach creativity"...I got up and walked into the lobby…Ran into Nikki Giovanni…She told me to never stop writing...Never stop the path to my destiny and a forgotten poet...You will never be...A forgotten poet...You will never be...
The End
"Dark but Alive" #Draft
"Dark but Alive"
"Metamorphosis is a biological process by which an animal physically develops after birth or hatching, involving a conspicuous and relatively abrupt change in the animal's form or structure through cell growth and differentiation. Some insects, amphibians, molluscs, crustaceans, Cnidarians, echinoderms and tunicates undergo metamorphosis, which is usually (but not always) accompanied by a change of habitat or behavior. *wikipedia
By the sea,
beneath the yellow and sagging moon,
I kissed life for the first time.
She felt great and her vitamins,
replenished my soul.
The stars spoke to me,
and encouraged faithfulness.
Good advice,
To one who has cheated reality,
on several occasions.
Feeling a cool breeze,
the night shared poetry through sound.
Water poured ancient stanza's from his soul.
I even heard a sand crab,
still awake past bedtime.
She shared a little Shakespeare-
"Dark but Alive"
I am one with the night
The son of the creator
A man that respects the Sun but,
Lied to the Universe.
Now,
My Astronomy is more like Psychology.
-Confusion-
"Dark but alive"
I can't see anything,
but hear logic through Mother Nature.
I kissed life again
Knowing I'm tainted,
and at times ungrateful.
I fell to my knees and meditated,
in hope that my eyes,
would open to the sunrise of paradise.
As we sit here,
By the sea,
beneath the yellow and sagging moon,
I became one with my spirit.
The End
"Metamorphosis is a biological process by which an animal physically develops after birth or hatching, involving a conspicuous and relatively abrupt change in the animal's form or structure through cell growth and differentiation. Some insects, amphibians, molluscs, crustaceans, Cnidarians, echinoderms and tunicates undergo metamorphosis, which is usually (but not always) accompanied by a change of habitat or behavior. *wikipedia
By the sea,
beneath the yellow and sagging moon,
I kissed life for the first time.
She felt great and her vitamins,
replenished my soul.
The stars spoke to me,
and encouraged faithfulness.
Good advice,
To one who has cheated reality,
on several occasions.
Feeling a cool breeze,
the night shared poetry through sound.
Water poured ancient stanza's from his soul.
I even heard a sand crab,
still awake past bedtime.
She shared a little Shakespeare-
"Dark but Alive"
I am one with the night
The son of the creator
A man that respects the Sun but,
Lied to the Universe.
Now,
My Astronomy is more like Psychology.
-Confusion-
"Dark but alive"
I can't see anything,
but hear logic through Mother Nature.
I kissed life again
Knowing I'm tainted,
and at times ungrateful.
I fell to my knees and meditated,
in hope that my eyes,
would open to the sunrise of paradise.
As we sit here,
By the sea,
beneath the yellow and sagging moon,
I became one with my spirit.
The End
“Utopia” by Tony Hanes
“Utopia”
“Euphoria is medically recognized as an emotional and mental state defined as a sense of great (usually exaggerated) elation and wellbeing. Technically, euphoria is an affect, [1] but the term is often colloquially used to define emotion as an intense, transcendent happiness combined with an overwhelming sense of wellbeing. The word derives from Greek εὐφορία, "power of enduring easily, fertility" *wikipedia
I woke up
Looked at the other side of my bed
It was you
I fell back into a deep sleep
"Smiling"
The "Sun" and "Ocean" collided
Out the window,
"Birds" assessed the beach for scraps.
An image called hope,
appeared through the clouds.
I sat up escaping sweet dreams,
continuing to “Smile”.
Tired,
I laid back down.
As the alarm clock,
had a discussion with the future,
I sat up again.
Breakfast,
cracked the crevices of my nostrils,
I "Win".
I knew you were the one,
we both started to"Grin".
I remember when I found you,
a love affair with no "End".
Still “Smiling",
I laid back enjoying the Aroma,
with no reason to "Frown",
whenever you're around.
This is how "Completness" sounds.
Love like this ran past “Euphoria”
Speeding
Unreal
Unbelievable
Heaven within each heartbeat,
"Inconceivable"
The End
“Euphoria is medically recognized as an emotional and mental state defined as a sense of great (usually exaggerated) elation and wellbeing. Technically, euphoria is an affect, [1] but the term is often colloquially used to define emotion as an intense, transcendent happiness combined with an overwhelming sense of wellbeing. The word derives from Greek εὐφορία, "power of enduring easily, fertility" *wikipedia
I woke up
Looked at the other side of my bed
It was you
I fell back into a deep sleep
"Smiling"
The "Sun" and "Ocean" collided
Out the window,
"Birds" assessed the beach for scraps.
An image called hope,
appeared through the clouds.
I sat up escaping sweet dreams,
continuing to “Smile”.
Tired,
I laid back down.
As the alarm clock,
had a discussion with the future,
I sat up again.
Breakfast,
cracked the crevices of my nostrils,
I "Win".
I knew you were the one,
we both started to"Grin".
I remember when I found you,
a love affair with no "End".
Still “Smiling",
I laid back enjoying the Aroma,
with no reason to "Frown",
whenever you're around.
This is how "Completness" sounds.
Love like this ran past “Euphoria”
Speeding
Unreal
Unbelievable
Heaven within each heartbeat,
"Inconceivable"
The End
"Love is a Battlefield" by Tony Hanes
"Love is a Battlefield" by Tony Hanes
(Pat Benatar Dedication)
As the loud yells shot through each ear,
I wondered would I run out of ammunition.
Discombobulated,
The opposite of elation.
Gravitation now the figment of the imagination.
Each side is so resistant.
At one point we were so persistent.
Now we stand opposite of kinship.
The soldiers approached with vengeance.
I sat on the porch reminiscing on a period,
Where the cracks in my heart were not yet visible;
Physical.
In Pain, my flag waves for forgiveness on this hill.
Still, I feel both sergeants didn't fulfill all duties.
Today, I view myself as an individual.
Analytically, I gathered pieces of the past,
and attempted to decipher when war began.
"Love is a Battlefield"
The field of dreams appears sad behind gray clouds,
And the thunderstorms of lies and deceit defeat;
Reconciliation.
Our troops stand at attention.
We use to pay each other attention.
Did I mention?
Countless passion throughout the night.
Tonight, we stand here with fully loaded clips.
Treason against Cupid.
On the count of three we commit marital suicide.
We died 10 seconds ago...
"Love is a Battlefield"
Only bloodstains remain on these grounds.
During the last heartbeat I saw Purgatory---As
The loud yells shot through each ear---I'm here
The End
© 2007 Anthony Chavon Hanes
(Pat Benatar Dedication)
As the loud yells shot through each ear,
I wondered would I run out of ammunition.
Discombobulated,
The opposite of elation.
Gravitation now the figment of the imagination.
Each side is so resistant.
At one point we were so persistent.
Now we stand opposite of kinship.
The soldiers approached with vengeance.
I sat on the porch reminiscing on a period,
Where the cracks in my heart were not yet visible;
Physical.
In Pain, my flag waves for forgiveness on this hill.
Still, I feel both sergeants didn't fulfill all duties.
Today, I view myself as an individual.
Analytically, I gathered pieces of the past,
and attempted to decipher when war began.
"Love is a Battlefield"
The field of dreams appears sad behind gray clouds,
And the thunderstorms of lies and deceit defeat;
Reconciliation.
Our troops stand at attention.
We use to pay each other attention.
Did I mention?
Countless passion throughout the night.
Tonight, we stand here with fully loaded clips.
Treason against Cupid.
On the count of three we commit marital suicide.
We died 10 seconds ago...
"Love is a Battlefield"
Only bloodstains remain on these grounds.
During the last heartbeat I saw Purgatory---As
The loud yells shot through each ear---I'm here
The End
© 2007 Anthony Chavon Hanes
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