My #1 Favorite Qoute

*From AWARDthePoet's Spoken Word CD 'Tha Ghetto Process'

"People always talkin bout and preachin bout revolution. They say they're looking for a revolution, wanna start a revolution but aint no revolutionary people around. To me you talkin all this $#!+ because you amongst revolutionary people, you just might not know how to do the $#!+ the *%U& you talkin bout otherwise the people in your company are the people that would be down witcha you and you could start something off! It's about action N!&&@ not about just sitting there flapping your gums boring me and $#!+"

Eternal Soul

I am the eternal soul.
Don't confine your mind but stay on the grind.
Each morning after giving thanks I connect with my intellect.
Knowing the right life choices I will by all means select.
And all the bad choices I will by all means reject.
Never with my goals and education will I gamble or bet.
Because the rules have been set and an education I will get.
So put this in consideration while I'm in contemplation
About the violence on campus that the guilty ones are perpetrating.
This is a historically black school so why are brothers and sisters acting like fools?
Let's not hate, let's consolidate as we contemplate our behavorial state
And learn to cooperate and not contaminate our historic state and leave future
generations something to commemorate.
Let me convey, better yet let me sway you the right way.
Listen and these words will glisten in your mind through all time while some say don't eat the swine not knowing the choice in thine, water or wine.
I choose the wine, see ya on Mt. Zion. Who's the King, not the lion.
As we sag we drag and lag behind and confine our minds to a previous time while our forefathers crying.
The campus violence is not game it's a shame, who's the blame?
Our behavioral state is insane so I complain because you're helping A&M's enemies in their campaign.
First contemplate, secondly incarcerate a violent mental state causing us and the mainstream to separate.
You think the violence is cool, you're a fool, and we're in school so be cool.
As some faculty act devious I get grievous knowing the emptiness of our pantry is due to their deviltry.
Seek and remove the evil cause after this historic college is gone there will be no equal and A&M's enemies will assure there will be no sequel!
All poets should unite, excite, ignite and write to keep up the fight to make school unity tight so everyone will do what's right.
The pen is mightier than the sword so let's get every pen in the same stroke and write as one accord.
By the way I'm brother Marcus J can't stay but who's to say maybe I'll be back again someday.
Getting back on the grind expanding my mind through time while my pen is steadily on the grind.
Can't you see how it rhymes and whines; twisting the mind like a pretzel nothing like Hansel and Gretel?
Some want to preach and teach but get treated like Screech!
So as writers and poets get loose on loose leaf I will tie up all their loose ends as we make amends of our violent sins and restore glory to this story because a break in concentration will cause an unwelcome transfiguration of the situation at hand my man!

Abandon Ship

I dived into her ocean in search of her precious fruit.
For stories I was told that my taste buds it would surely suit.
My submarine at full throttle I did submerge.
Deeper and deeper I went at the warm waters urge.
Not fully knowing her pleasures but on the verge.
As my vessel pounded her ocean floor I could hear her scream: "you can go no further and no more!"
There lay my vessel with its precious cargo and family jewels intact.
The hull softened as it lay in those warm murky waters on the ocean floor unable to move and erect no more.
Suddenly the floor gave up its elusive treasures.
For whom all men strive to attain its yet unknown pleasures.
The lure of that watery land can entrap and cost a man.
Suddenly the engines restarted and were out of control and about to explode.
Unprepared my ship was not fully equipped so without haste I had to abandon ship.

Dying Star

Feeling like a bright star about to burn out.
My gleam and twinkle was once very stout.
Never a trouble maker, still I had my flaring bouts.
How did I begin to lose my clout?
Now my only choice is to explode like a supernova.
Reaching out to start new life.
Could this be the ultimate fate of my stress and strife?
I once shined down on you from afar.
As lovers on Lovers Lane looked upward from their car.
Is this the end; I once shined so bright?
You caught a glimpse of me as I streaked by one night.
I drop this body, spread my wings; take flight.
My destination lies just beyond the twilight.
Expanding mental, physical and new spiritual heights.

Habitation

Clear days of old;
Antebellum.
Not too fancy,
Mediocre.
Bright color seen
perfect warm nest.
Young harmony
Child fairyland

Secondary,
Tall pine in back.
Conspicuous,
Lone pompous rose
Toxic ivy
Marigold patch
Null pottery
Stream overflow
Taste pure water

Ordain infant
Adore always
Wife trustworthy
True nuptials
Man unyielding.

Fallen Angels

In the devils web I've been entangled.
The inner struggle, right and wrong rages.
I'm stumbling in the Holy pages.
My aspirations are being strangled.
Separated from God; a lone stranger.
My reward seems blocked at every stage.
I stand begging the Lord: "Please open my cage."
Lost wings, no longer seen as an angel.

First step is to hear God's word the devil smears.
Second step is to believe, soul revived.
Third step is to confess; keep Him near.
Fifth step is to be baptized; power realized.
Eternally held by God; love so dear.