Monday, October 17, 2011

Cardiac Recreation

Cardiac Recreation

“I see u
with them creative recs.”
That was the line.

Earth still spun.
Heart still pumped.

“Thank you.
These are my only pair.”

Not knowing her swag.
She all flats, I dared to ask.
Well, pumps here n there.
Once again,
depending on her swag.

Thought nothing of it.
Went n to class.
Looked over err now n then.
Here a glance there.

Earth still spun.
Heart still pumped.

Then. She spoke.
Got a glimpse of those eyez.
Moved down slowly to her lips, thinking
-time well spent.
Thanks, sent to him up above.

Earth stuttered but still spun.
Heart skipped,
but still pumped.

Approached her.
Convo - good.
Eye contact - amazing.
Warmth - all over
no need for falsification.
Soon nuff, came her laugh.
Muzik, simply put.

As the time passed.
Attempts to become one- dashed.
One day at last, accepted. Picked up,date on
prom caliber status.
Down she came.
Queen from her throne.

Earth slowed, but still spun. Heartpaced,
but still pumped.

Friends? - More.
For her? - Anything.
Why? - Idk.
Should I say? - Heaven sent.

In the bed we lie.
TV on, but not catching an eye.
Attitude that of Nike,
stop thinking
and back tracking.

Lips touched. Embraced back.
Mind slowly but surely
melting.

Earth stood still.
Heart stopped.

But hers kept mine beating.
My world now hers.
Hopefully
they will never stop spinning.

Corner Store Bravery


One block radius never seemed so far.

Its crazy, on this block
they all familiar faces, but dayum
them the ones I know who signaldanger.
Let me find a stranger,
pale face-mother approved.
Let me stop trippin’, round here
them be them child jackin’ fools.

Bread, milk, seeds, and I cant forgetthe pop.
I should be able to run wit all that.

I already know who go act a fool.
Twan go try n steal.
Nino go ask to borrow
then try n steal.

Man, I was just enjoying my meal.

As I enter the store, I feel
the eyez piercing my back.
Im just a kidd, Im not tryin to jack.
Im n school, skraight A’s and a jock.
She watching me
while Sam stuffin his pockets!
Shaking my head.
If these people only knew;
we may act like we dumb
but when it come to hustlin’-
trust me, we smarter than u.

Paying with stamps so I gotta wait
till all pretty ladies vacate
and hustlas rotate to the aisle ofthe 40’s.
Aint tryn to do no deals for cash.
No 60-40s.



Finally as I leave out
and look towards my house.

One block radius never seemed solong.

Before I know it-
Running.
Getting chased by dogs.
They all got 2 legs
I dont call’em mans best friends.


But that was the Wood.
Where I was bred.
Familiar faces didn’t always equalsafe havens.
But if you lived there
you were known. No rules,
just our own codes.

But still-
one block radius
at any given moment
you could be on your own.

Corner store bravery made me.
Values learned there stick and theyhold.
Lord knows-They HOLD.

Bronzeville Pride

Yeah that was me, sorry
ButI was as handsome as I could be

Had all the broads from the street
Bronzeville legend, Sweet Baby Ray
yeah,that’s what they called me

I thought this was the route for me
You know, fighting for my country
My country, ‘tis of thee
Even though they aint done nothing for me
But rape and take from me and my people
Second chance deserved
No hate or grudge on this here head
Gotta get this money and my family fed

Off they send me, big parades and lights
My name put up all fancy.
When?I asked.
When we get back they said.
Oooohweee I couldn’t wait
Broads go how you say- quadrupoply
Won’thave to ever work again!
Fighting for the man aint so bad
Might name myself Lil’ Sam
Naw just jiving

ButI didn’t expect what came next
Just like my whole platoon
Just that quick in minutes, -no maybe
Seconds
Dumped us off in I don’t know where
Some guns worked, some had jammed
Shaking with fear, not even a last chance
For my repentance, you know momma
My prayers

I’m laying here now, body in shambles
Praying they never find me
So you want see me
and you want have to cry
Maybe believe that ya boy still alive
I can’t even imagine the pain you go feel
Hope they live it up and say
I went out with courage
And not the truth -me shaking and
Crying for God’s sweet mercy

Momma if you get this, I’m sorry
I couldn’t make it happen
But keep my legend alive
Tellem to just call me
Ole Bronzeville Pride.

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