by Kwame Toure Kagale
As I look at what my life has been like for me I often feel like I am a survivalist on the path of self destruction.
In 1990 “Self Destruction” was a number one song but that was more than 20 years ago and we still haven’t gotten the message.
Does every black man feel this way or am I the exception, just some twisted contradiction from my true reflection of GOD’s perfection? Continue reading
Blood, Sweat and Tears,
constant heckling and nasty jeers.
Wrongfully convicted by a jury of
When He gave up the ghost,
A soldier blatantly chose
To pierce His side with a spear.
That’s the same pain I felt when
the judge handed me sixty
Blood, Sweat and Tears…
by Taj Alexander Mahon-Haft
Warden humbugged the doors up tight
Hot chocolate, hugs, and mistletoe stay out!
No cheer or candy canes breathe here.
No winter, festive, or wonderland fit between the bars.
No colors, twinkles, scents sneak beneath the fence,
even gifts exchanged violate basic rules.
Trees, angels, stars, it matters not,
season’s spirits and symbols need not apply,
But one subdued, shackled service can we see.
Yuletide trimmings, holiday tidings
must be checked at the door.
If Stalin and the Grinch procreated,
that’d be the Christmas mascot here.
Claiming “security,” they scrooge us every year. Continue reading
Donatello, Michelangelo, Raphael, and Leonardo
The Almighty has them faded.
Look around you, none of his work is dated. Continue reading
“A Convict’s Symphony”
The system believes that Christ would
never have any dealings with me.
A gangsta’ who ran the streets.
Welcome to this convict’s symphony,
Please forgive me,
But there’s no violins playing in this soliloquy.
The Messiah came to redeem me of
It’s been almost two millennia since He
obediently embraced his destiny.
What was that you said to me?
“Jesus despises people like me!” Continue reading
“Orange Crush is in the building!”
Is the call I hear at dawn’s break.
“Awake, awake, tactical is here to take!”
A thousand boots stomping, hundreds of
As they invade the cell house and raid.
by Michael Weems
When one considers oneself, he comes to realize he knows nothing,
Knowing that he lacks knowledge causes one of two things,
One a striving after knowledge to better oneself,
Two a self loathing pushing further from oneself. Continue reading
by Michael Weems
“Awakened (Ecclesiastes 11:9)”
Awaken to the many horrors
Knowing you’re upon those shores
Terror seeps into your bones
Knowing not how far gone
Crashing through this savage surf
Running upon a ravished Earth Continue reading
“O my comforter in my sorrow, my heart is faint within me” Jeremiah 8:18
God Is Our Comforter
He has given us His Holy Spirit to carry us across the desert sands of all our trials.
“Hope: This life”
Oh how hopeless and futile it seems
How temporary – Just a breath
Everything’s in vain…