Time 2 make due...

Peace my people,

I write this last blog of '09 during the last 10 mins of the year. Its been a very trying year for me. With finding out my school temp. dismissed me. Came to the unruly conclusion that A woman I thought I knew and had a relationship with turned into a beautiful disaster love affair that left some 3rd degree burns on my heart. And one of the most unfortunate highlights of my year being, when the ceiling of my own room fell in on me.

It wasn't until I decided to check out a spot in here in Brooklyn for an open mic. At Soule Restaurant that I hit a turning point back in late July. The energy and the love of the new additions to my poetic family helped give me the strength to make it to this point. And the new recognition for and of my work made my soul smile. Though still no love in my life, my blood and literary fam did a lot for me.

I'll make this blog a short one. And finish by saying, thank God for guiding the right kind of people in my life when I needed it. I look forward to positive and prosperous new yr .and decade ahead.

Some Unlocked thoughts....and revolations

Peace my TCM people, This quick blast is with no particular big announcement in mind. But Just let know my current thoughts at this very moment. A lots been on my mind lately. But I'll be brief here to take up as lil of your time as possible. My writing and certain aspect of my life have been in question as of late. As well of my actions concerned with issues I'm far overdue to address in my personal life outside venues and off stage. Know, that none of these questions have been brought up by anyone besides yours truly. Like Why..? Or Why haven't I..? I know I'm being mad vague. But My soon to be finished book, "Unlocked Thoughts of a Prophet's Temple" Has been making my mind vibrate bout concerns I shouldn't and can't ignore bout myself going into this new decade with. Most you will hopefully understand and take what you will from my book. (which is turning to more than just your average poetry book) Till That time comes, I will make my return to the Nuyorican Poets Cafe Slam poetry scene. Wednesday, December 23 2009 to compete. (after a over 5 month absence) If any more shows before hand are added I'll keep everyone posted. I may even make some sporadic appearances here and there. And as always for any more info about shows coming up or to just holla get at me with email associated with the group . Also visit these sites: http://myspace.com/honestabeizdtruth http://www.reverbnation.com/dtruthspeaks http://www.honestabe4u.blogspot.com http://www.youtube.com/abestube Dtruth has spoken....thank you for listening. -Honest Abe

FREE THOMAS!

As some have read in my last most recent post, I mentioned bout the 1st of more fundraisers and ways the Freedom 4 Thomas movement was set in motion with. And there are more events to come and ways to help a fellow educated young brother/student(honor roll)/mentor and teacher/activist/Inspirational poet in words & knowledge. No ones brother/sister/friend or son thats black(or any other color considered a "minority") should have this done to them based on societal bias stigma statistics. We don't need another innocent young black man behind bars. We need more raising them like Thomas. Keep this poetic youth in your prayers, like I will and watch the videos below for more info. Please do what you can. Incarcerating the this man isn't a solution. Its a problem. Help solve it the right way.

FREEDOM FOR THOMAS FUNDRAISER!

Peace My people,


I know this is kind of late and its been a while. But just wanted to re inform anyone reading this bout a brother named Elysee Thomas, young poet/community leader who is currently incarcerated. He is in need of help and support to get through this trying time this unreasonable, unnecessary arrest. So tonight,December 10th, in Newark, NJ @ the Key Club, 58 Park place. 8pm-10pm. A Fundraiser to raise money for his bail will be held called, FREEDOM FOR THOMAS OPEN MIC. ($10 adm.|proceeds go toward bail.) where all his poetic family and friends can and will come together for a good purpose. Hopefully, this will send out a message to help keep other youths from going through such an ordeal. All site addresses place to make donations, (if can't attend whether or not in or out of tristate area) can be sent to. Let Dtruth be seen and spoken...for people to do more than just listen.






Brother Elysee Thomas

Long time no spit....

Its been a while since I've seen or gotten the chance to grace the stage at Ashford & Simpsons Famous Sugar bar in NYC. Not a venue I visit often, but have enjoyed the times I had there. Well...the long wait is over. And I've been asked by a cool down to earth brotha I've come to know, who goes by the artist name "Cream" i won't blow his gov. up. Lol. To return and perform in the Soul of the City concert series. Feat. Jazz/saxophonist, Curtis Haywood. Along with other familiar faces I get to see again.

If you live in the NY/tristate area, and free on Nov. 28th, please feel free to come down and enjoy a great evening of Jazz music and spoken word to touch your mind and soul the way it should be.

Dtruth Finally speaks...in Brooklyn!!

Well, Its been a little while. But its finally within less than 24 hrs. away!! If you didn't know, since beginning my performance stint in poetry/spoken word 3 yrs. ago. I've performed many times over the tristate metro area. Featured in almost every borough....except Brooklyn. Now I've performed numerous time in BK over the years. But the long awaited chance was answered when The Perch cafe(in Park slope) reached out to me for an opportunity to their feature for Nov. 10th installment of the Literary reading series.

After a week or so of back n forth emails about the specifics, it was finalized a few weeks back. So as of tomorrow evening, from 7pm-8:30pm w/open mic following me; Dtruth will set you free @ The Perch!! Feel free to come through and experience me in a way and type of openness you could never get the chance to see again. If you've never seen one of my performances in Brooklyn b4...this may be the best one yet!! :-)

So if you will please check the flyer below and come through with a friend or two to hear me bless you the a gift that God gave me. B-)

Oh yea. and don't forget to check my interview on BTR this afternoon @ 5pm-7pm.

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/desarray-A call in # 347-326-9584

Rebirth, Reevaluation &Responsibility

As many may know by now I recently celebrated my 26th yr. of existence this past Tuesday,on Oct.27th. Now 4 yrs closer to not being considered a "Youth" anymore. So through the past couple of days I've felt the love and rejoice of me reaching the milestone of being one more young black man to live past 25. This to me is a gift & a blessing.

Me @ home after a night out at Soule restaurant in BK on my B-day


me & Tuan X(banger singer/poet)@ Soule Restaurant in BK on B-day



me & Fesah Rollins(MC) also @ Soule Restaurant on B-day





I've been pondering the past few days bout the direction my life is heading. Do I continue to take this passion I have for the art of spoken word on a professional level like so many have asked...or do I the unconscious decision to keep it as a side thing to pursue other avenues...? I guess in a way without realizing it, after 3 yrs now of traveling the tristate area and such, in a way I have. But while pursuing this God given gift to make it everything that it could and should be in my eyes...I can't ignore and be blinded to the fact that I have other responsibilities that call my attention.

Lord knows I'm one of many that have bills to pay. And a responsibility to myself and family to finish college. I've come too far, too long and going through enough sleepless nights and struggle, as well as my parents, not get a degree. And unfortunately in society, in todays society period, your not qualified to get through any barriers or considered "intelligent" if you don't have a college degree in something. Though I do plan to and will earn one or two, a college degree doesn't define me. I understand its a social basic tool of survival. Especially in todays recession plagued nation.


Due to the nudge of some of the Lords soldiers allowing me to discover one of my purposes of deliver his life saving "WORDS" in the form of poetry & prose. However, feel there is more I have yet to discover and embrace as far as gifts are concerned. As of what...I'm gone need a sign to make that clear. I'm still one of Gods greatest works of poetry thats not ready to put end to with a period. Like I've mentioned many times before, I'm on a road to redemption. So until I finally hit that cross roads leading to my final destination and divine purpose...I'm gone keep it moving as the spoken soldier in me has done.

ATTENTION! PROMOTERS/CURATORS OF VENUES!

*During a convo w/ my brother last night, this issue came up about artist and promoters. If I'm telling you as an artist yourself about something you already know, and this ain't a issue/problem that you currently worry about or deal w/...feel free to ignore this post and go on your merry way. I'm not forcing you to read this. But...

ATTENTION! PROMOTERS/CURATORS OF VENUES;
I thought I'd address this issue as it pertained to me recently.(an old argument, but still relevant) I'm @ a point now were its not in my best interest to do much free feat. (unless its for a cause) And I don't mean the, "ARTIST FEATURES AND PERFORMS HIS ASS OFF TO PUT MONEY IN YOUR POCKET WHILE HE GETS SHANKED OF ANY REPARATIONS WHETHER HE HAS PRODUCT W/HIM/HER OR NOT" fund. I'm an in the streets artist, not an industry artist! I'm using one of my God given talents in a positive productive way to help/bring my brethren and me closer...I just happen to entertaining the people willing to listen! Come correct. Just ass you'd have any artist come proper @ you about featuring in your spot. This is a F'n recession, that may be a widely used "excuse" but its true!! (As far as other artist are concerned, I'm preaching to the choir here)

Read Taalam Acey's "Excellent Exposure", the actual poem.(cop the book w/same title too though) it talks specifically bout this type of artist/promoter artistic prostitution. I'm just saying....

When dtruth speaks...just listen

-Honest Abe

My feat. at soul Sweet Sanctuary last night was just that "SWEET"!

Thanks my people,

What I say bout last night...? Didn't I say it wasn't a performance to miss..?!! Ok. maybe not in so many words but it wasn't. Ya boy Abe was in rare form!!
One thing I gotta say is after the first 30 mins of my feat. I got the room so hot and bothered.​.​.​.​that Zera Priestess (the host) had to give herself and the crowd a 5 or so min. break. Lol. You had to be there to find out what pieces I performed caused that!! (^_^) :-D


Photo of me from my feat. performance @ Soul Sweet Sanctuary last night

I know I'm up a bit early after a few hrs. sleep. But I'd like to thank everyone who came out to the Bx last night @ Soul Sweet Sanctuary to see me feature. It was a great experience feat. in the Bx for the 1st time. I told people I'd be on point. Wasn't I Zera..? ;) Big shout out to the couple Toyia & her husband Patrick who came to NY, all the way from Ohio, to the show celebrating their 3yr ann. Glad I made it worth the trip! :-)

Oooooh!! If I had some CD's on hand I'm telling you, I'd have sold out of them before I left the venue. But I'll make sure to have something on hand in the future, no doubt. I'll put up some footage from the show when its ready. And if anyone has any pics from last night of me on stage, please post them or send them to me in a email @ abgr8est@​yahoo.​com

Dtruth has spoken.​.​.​.​thank you for listening.

Last show of my 3 day stint of shows in Brooklyn.

Peace my people,


Been busy with my work in progress life as of late. But still have made time to go out and perform/network. So...I just wanted to post this for the people who either didn't know or couldn't make it to the last show of mine in BK.(@ Fulton Park on Aug. 22nd) Here is what you missed. And I hope you can make it to future ones. I rarely perform in BK so when I do its extra special for me. Enjoy the video and watch out for updates and info on current & future projects ahead.

I'm the Featured poet on Gs Poetry.com site!!

First off, RIP Ms. Aaliyah. Gone, but not forgotten.


Ok. Just want to hit you with this quick blast I found out earlier tonight via a friend on facebook. I'm the featured poet on this site called, gspoetry.com. First time for me that I can remember being featured on any site!! So this is kinda big for me. Follow the link below and check it out!! :-)



http://www.gspoetry.com

http://www.gspoetry.com/member-honestabe-33108 (thats my page there)

Is this F'd up to you too...?

Recently I got word from a friend that use to live in this part of Ohio, that her brother was murdered by two gun men he knew. But didn't see coming till it was too late. Right in front of his wife, children and other sister who was with him at the time. Its sad to see the "brutus complex" as I call it, still alive in a vicious cycle of betayal in this day an age. I feel for my friend and her families trials & tribulations right now. And I pray for them. A link to the news article and live news report of the incident are below.

http://10tv.com/live/content/local/stories/2009/08/19/story_london.html?sid=102

Mid-Summer Nights Dream: Erotic Poetry @ VESTA, New York, NY

Ok. I know its a lil late notice on here. But I will be feat. @ Write hand ent.'s Mid Summer nights Dream in Club VESTA in NY, NY Tomorrow night.

Write Hand Ent. Presents. Mid- Summer Nights Dream (Erotic Poetry) @ VESTA VESTA 390 8th ave bet. W 29th & 30th st. New York, NY 10001 Feat. Be ( Facebook page: http:​​/​​/​​www.​​facebook.​​com/​​profile.​​php?​​id=​​756414611&​​ref=​​ts)​,​ Comedian: JP Justice (Facebook page: http:​​/​​/​​www.​​facebook.​​com/​​jpjustice?​​ref=​​search&​​sid=​​846950432.​​915546717.​​.​​1)​,​ Honest Abe (me) and many more!! For a night of Jazz, Music, Massages, and of course, Erotic spoken word Poetry to wet minds.....and panties! ):-> Doors open @ 7pm FMI: Advance $20 Tix- R.S.V.P. Events@​​writehandent.​​com or call: 347-338-8492 If you've never heard me do erotic poetry before...your in for a rare treat!! ):->

The Emphatic soul: Being an Emphath...curse or blessing...?

I came across this article and after reading it was intrigued to the point I learned something about myself. Please leave your thoughts/take on this ability about it. This is something I touch on in my forth coming book as well. "Unlocked thoughts of a Porphet's Temple.

The Plight of Being Empathic
By Denika Laurie

How many times have you had an unexplainable emotion or thought only to learn later in the day that one of your loved ones was having a similar experience? Perhaps that person was going through something emotionally difficult but you experienced the symptoms? What about experiencing pain that just comes and goes all of a sudden or lingers for a while? Again, later you find out that a loved one was having some physical pain, but yet you experienced the symptoms. Strange or is it? What did you do once you discovered that your loved one was going through changes? Did you dismiss your experience as an odd phenomenon?

What if I were to tell you that these odd experiences have a name to them and that YOU are also defined within this name? The truth of the matter is that none of the above is as odd or strange as you may believe. If you have ever experienced other persons' emotions or physical symptoms then you are considered what is called an EMPATH.

Empathy is defined as: the intellectual identification with or vicarious experiencing of the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of another. However, an EMPATH is someone who energetically absorbs the feelings, thoughts, or attitudes of others. The empath does NOT have to be in the physical presence of a person to undergo these experiences. The majority of people that are empaths cannot determine their own feelings, thoughts, or attitudes from others. They mistakenly taken on these emotions and beliefs as their own and can carry it throughout their life unknowingly.

So what's the big deal about all of this? Well, let us look at this a couple of different ways and then let us see how you feel by the time you reach the end of this article.

Empath Examples

You're a child that gets teased over silly things by the children in your school. As a result, you really don't like school and have a low self esteem. The experience in school affects you so much that a belief is created as a result. This belief is created by you as a form of coping and emotional protection. The belief may be something to the extent of "others do not accept" "I am not worthy of friendship", "I do not deserve to have friends," or "I do not love myself". This one belief creates many offspring that reproduces itself. This myriad of beliefs is now lodged in your subconscious mind and you now carry this throughout your adulthood life. What you are also carrying are the emotional expressions, thoughts, and feelings of all the children from back then that made them do and say what they did to you. You have basically merged with them emotionally and mentally.

Another example:

You constantly have negative thoughts. You're critical, judgmental, and skeptical. The thing is that you know this is not the real you but no matter what you do, you can't really seem to change things. No matter what you do, nothing works. People are telling you that you are very pessimistic and you don't like it, but you can't figure out why you are this way. In this instance, a number of things are more than likely going on. First thing is that you may have empathetically merged with some life situations that have made you react negatively. Also as a result of the situation, negative beliefs have formed and are also lodged into your subconscious. What I find to be most popular is the person who is the empath has been exposed to someone else that is very negative or they have even "inherited" the negativity from someone in the family. This is usually just empathic or energetic passing down of negative thinking and can be removed in an instant.

It is natural for us to connect with each and be able to relate with each other in life. What is not healthy or balanced, is taking on the actual symptoms of the challenges of others. It is a human characteristic to be compassionate during the time of difficulty. Often times in being this way, we want to help the other person by easing the pain and guess what? You may have actually done that before. Ever have a conversation with someone who is going through rough times and then when the conversation is over, they say "whew! Glad I got that off my chest. I feel so much better!" but then you notice as they walk away that you feel like crap? Yeah, you just absorbed everything like you were an emotional sponge to that person. You haven't in fact taken away the pain, just the heaviness of their load. Later when they come back to you to talk about their problem again, you realize that it is becoming more and more challenging for you to talk with them about what they are going through. This is happening because the negative emotions of the person are like a weight that suppresses the flow of positive energy.

There are many degrees of empaths. Some people can't even leave their home because just the mixture of emotions in the atmosphere, makes them nauseas, sick, or nervous. Others can leave their home but notice that when they touch people, they actually absorb the negative symptoms into their body and then they have to find a way to release it.

Regardless of how minute or severe a person's empathic abilities, it is important that everyone get it under control. I once met a lady that said she gets the physical symptoms of her children's pregnancies. I was taken aback and couldn't believe what I heard. Another person caught me off guard and asked me if I was drinking water with lime juice in it and said she could taste it. Well, I was drinking lime water and I specifically remember stopping and saying, wow, that is pretty deep!

You have many people that believe being an empath is cool while some believe it is a curse. Regardless of what you think you do not have to go through the physical symptoms of the other person. You can consciously choose to get the information ONLY so that you know how to assist the other person. If this simple awareness is not working then you may need to remove certain beliefs and emotions on the subconscious level which will make all the difference in your life.

Stay tuned to part 2 which will provide tools and techniques to help you overcome and regain emotional and mental control over your life. Denika Laurie has been practicing Holistic Health now for 8 years. She is an expert in Energy Work using Reiki and other energy healing methods, but now incorporates it with her most recent training called Theta DNA Healing. She provides private sessions, over the phone sessions, group workshops, and inspirational speaking to all that are in need. You can reach her at http://www.eternalkween.com or send her an email at info@eternalkween.com Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Denika_Laurie

Thoughts on the block party Murder in Crown Hts BK neighborhood

I just wanted to get more peoples thoughts on the block party murder of a young brotha in his own car, that went down @ Washington ave & st. Johns pl in Brooklyn. I mean, why does have to be proven the statistics right; that every time there is party or even full of "Minorities"....Something tragic has to go down b4, during or after....? It kinda hit close to home...literally. I only live a few blocks from where it went down. Things like this hit me like a foot in the chest sometimes even though it doesn't dir. affect me. The fact is that it went down in my neighbor hood, touches me on some level. Mostly cause I hate to see crimes like this go unsolved. See, I roll BK hard!! So when I hear bout any young brotha, especially under 21 y/o get gunned down by another....its sad. because they kill someones brother, son, cousin, uncle, nephew...letting another black mother lose part of their heart. Below is the embedded video of the report via Ch. 7 (thanks Jive for hipping me to it) and the link if you can't see it. (Link) http://abclocal.go.com/wabc/video?id=6923293 Being the artist that I am, I've already started reflecting someones pain through my work in hopes to open some eyes and minds.

(Untitled & unfinished at the moment. But thought these lines were warranted.)

"Instead of a gun I'd rather dry the acid rain of pain leaking from a lost mother's eyes from losing her son to gun violence....using my words as the tissue to calm the storm behind those clouded windows of sorrow...." -Honest Abe Give me your thoughts and what you think can be helpful ways in preventing this type of violence, including the obvious.

My late night interview on Jibo browns: The James Kepple Radio Hour - Back in the Saddle with A Fireside

Be patient for the first 30-35 mins...and I mean Patient. You'll know why with this disclaimer. The interview starts after that. or Just click the link below and open the default player and fast forward to the interview. (always good to have options. ain't it a beautiful thing)

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/Jimbo-Brown/2009/06/10/The-James-Kepple-Radio-Hour-Back-in-the-Saddle-with-A-Fireside

I'm on snapvine

Hey. if anyone wants to get at me, if you have snapvine you check it on my myspace and leave me a message.(to say whats up, give me props, inquire about an event you think I'd be interested in coming to either perform, if as a feat. let me know in detail/just enjoy other artist di their thing; or if you wanna collab. w/me in some way on something.) 

Go to this site to do it. http://www.snapvine.com/Dtruthspeaks

Subscribe to me and add as a friend there to get updates on my voice blog. (I try and update as much as I can. So this is just another avenue for you to keep up with me and/or show some love. 

Peace my Spoken soldiers and TCM Fam. 

Honest Abe ;)

A Problem + Issues x Insomnia = Narcolepsy

Whether some of you may or may not have known....the past month or month and a half, I've had a case of sleeplessness insomnia. And some mild cases of narcolepsy during the day. Which problems in my life, off stage (financial and personal) have contributed to. 

But this set of issues spans all the way back from my late H.S. yrs into my early college yrs.

since H.S., I've been up many late nights due to issues with school (some procrastination and fear of being unprepared b4 and during my classes, which go hand in hand) and keeping a stable job to attain my desires and needs financially. 

I realize the things I have and will continue to describe may or may not mirror someone elses life problems, issues, or dilemmas. But I'm not trying to compare.

Of course when I started college, all the stereotypical things any college student has to endure made themself present to me. (financial aid, grants, adjusting to different form of schedule from previous yrs. pockets begging for change....etc.) And that was back in 2006.

Fast forward 2 yrs later and some months...Land lord issues (that made things very stressful, which stem back to about a decade, give or take) plus my previous school "releasing" me because of academic issues and standards. My own girl, or so I thought, dismissed me with no warning and ignored every form of communication I could think of...an unexpected blow. That's hard for me to admit, stung me. (even though we were cool for almost 1yr an 1/2) Not to mention a recent accident at home inolving a unstable ceilling in my room falling in on me. On a F'n Friday the 13th no less!! (you tell me if all this wasn't enough to build tension for a brotha to lose his sanity and go ape...)

But I digress, one of the only few positive things to come out of my sleeplessness, is that I'm writing more. If its God's will and me do my part I'll be putting an album and book or too out via all this pen/pencil pushing in the near future. And steady but surely, getting things back on track. And to the person who maybe reading this, somewhere telling me to suck it up and move on...you know what you can do with your lips and my rear end.

The Narcolepsy still comes and goes. And the insomia is also starting to fall back. It has been a trying past 2 and 1/2 yrs for me.  But I've realized I could not be here like many, though I am.

And i'll continue to be as long as I remember that Jesus and Poetry is my savior. (P.I.M.S.)

*catching up on the 30/30* Dinner Tyme (4/30) other ones on facebook.

She said in her mind...Menu looks enticing:
Red beans and rice, Cajun jambalaya..
Fiyah spices floating on jazz notes of Lewis..
..Funky beats..
Setting spills surreal fluidic heat onto my
Sexy feeling that feeds on it..
It's only dinner, but the whole sultry scene,
Smokin tunes of get 'em girl flirtin' with my provocative daydreams
Has me thinking of ripped hose from
Spreading my thighs 180 degrees, blazing heat,
While soaking up his chocolate-churning island meat
mmmm...shit...breathe...
Teasing between appetizers and black coffee mixed with
Sweet whippin' cream.
Spanking while sippin' my drenched butta seam..
Something tells me I won't have the willpower to make it past
The main cuisine.


She knows her smiles are crack to me. I jus can't turn down a hit.
There something about seeing rump roast on someones plate that got me wanting to
pour some honey on her butt cheeks,
put some chopped strawberries in between them and
start eating each one...by...one...while licking the tastey curves and crevases
of the perimeter inside and around it.
Opening her existence oven so my tongue can bake
when walls of that tight entrance close in.
I mean, dinner ain't even begun and I'm ready for her desert
Waiting for the chance to make her squirt batter from
her pussy pound cake.
But I don't like my meals to get cold
To tell the truth...this Johnson col train is itching to escape these pants and journey into her

underground railroad till freedom...cums.


Taunted she starts thinking..."and...he knows I wanna give him some.
Deepset dark browns spooning eyefuls of my cocoa butter dipped in milky chocolate.
Wondering, if he nibbled a bit on my truffle-coated clit
(begging to be slurped and sucked like an after-dinner mint),
would I lose all control and feed my famished twat with his hearty dick..
He's got me..
Inviting that bulge to stand at full erect and serve my silky silhouette
So that his mic check can flow freely by the way my pussy spits and sweats..
Give him something he's bound to never forget..
I'll have him
Counting how many licks it takes to get to my oozing caramel center..
Slow cooking me with his thick marinade
To make sure my ass gets extra tender..
Gumbo goodness demands room for leftovers after he doggy bags
The rest..
Re-heating my succulent juices so he can take another
Isis-taste test..
Eyes roll back as I imagine getting splatterd by his hot gravy
Dancing down my chin..
Mixing his custard filling with my lip glossed action..
Seems like his smirk is telling me that anything is possible right about now
With him.."


So at this point, I "accdently" drop a utensil near her and motion to her
to pick it up...
while my slit sauce dipping "Lincoln log schlong" spoon head left peeking through the zipper so I
can give her a preview and hint.
It's dinner tyme and Honest Abe is ready for his presidential feast.
I felt the sense she noticed,
cause she took longer then expected to ascend her head from under the table
after seeing my "head" ascended and able.
As my friend Cere Bellum told me how this could play out like a movie scene.
Like, "Times of the essence. And we're about to finish the 2nd course of this mental meal with my

vein poping meat heat induced potatoes nut sac and her
Tastey Tormented Cunt, milky way pink valley vagina
got panties soiled with vanilla exstract juice dripping screaming Murphy's law
backwards...like,what can happen tonite...will!!"

A Black Sunrise/Sacrifices of A Queen

I was youtubing, like most of us do...morning, noon, and night. (don't lie you know it. lol.) And thinking about Womens history month...with the chris & Rihanna drama and a friend who had relationship issues a while back. And what my sistas go through out there socially & entertainment wise. So I thought I'd share these two Poems in hope, to inspire to aspire. Its you month queens.  Abe got love for you. ;)

A BLACK SUNRISE

I've noticed your tear shocks of pain have 
become your tear shots in a glass to drink away the sorrow inside; 
And confiding in me might have been one of the best moves you've made 
cause it allowed me to comprise this poem making your ejaculated suffering fade away 

You deserve to feel like a beacon of light. 
That he can't help but see on a daily basis; 
a black sunrise who's face can't be denied, 
more than a salsberry steak thats only 
taken out the freezer at dinner time. 

Placing blame to feed the flame is the last thing I want to do 
But I'm sure your thinking something like, 
Put down that glass of shut up juice and speak to your woman 
Put out that stick of weed so your blind mind can see how unpleased your woman is. 
I'm not trying to hate on your man, but 
he should know better than to ignore his #1 fan. 
Abe wants you to know that you are a treasure that can't be buried in a chest of solitude. 
Your pain and suffering shouldn't have to be balled up in a silent chamber, and 
The agony in your soul and eyes shouldn't equal the thickness in your hips and your thighs. 

Though these issues you got with your man 
makes the quality time shakey,my words can be the peace 
to your minds sake psyche; as the bed quaking, mind shaking, love making 
seems to have died down now; 

You've told me he loves you, and 
I've been trying to take your word for it, without a doubt. 
The notion he don't like you...I fail to see the truth in. 
And now I find out your carrying his child, 
unplanned like a clog in a drain or a bullet to the brain, and was 
holding on to it like an old man with a cane. 

But the days go by...and now....you tell me its gone. 
I know the sudden loss of your miscarried child makes this 
liquid frustration bloody tears exposing fears that need comforting; 
I hear all the time the more things change, the more they stay the same. 
That's why its hard for me to fathom 
your being shook as if you were a common cold, 
thinking how can he be so bold with you. 
As though your feelings were insignificant slaves sold to white masters. 

And he maybe hurting too from this too common tragedy of nature, 
but needs to open his eyes to see the bigger picture of the situation; 
In your struggle regain conscious hindsight to equal the sum, of this fractioned relationship
the arguments have made u a little numb 

To tell the truth, I'm starting to get a bad contact high off the sticky-icky, 
tree smoking stress coming at you 
Your life right now shouldn't be a chain letter laced with pain weather 
clouding these sky's preventing your beautiful black sunrise. 

Testifying to me and the Gods above 
may have you mess around and recapture that good love that's 
slipping out your fingers so there is hope for the future; 
always remember your time on this earth is precious 
the infectious virus contaminating these still waters 
must be treated if this sacred essence can be revitalized 
you don't take shit, you make shit. 
So de-fertilize the unsanitary weeds spreading in your soil 
I'm here to help and keep the winter chills hitting you encounter feel so cold. 

The shine you embody can still circulate again 
and end these blood clots limiting the place above you belong. 
Be strong, and hold on to climb faith's ladder I've put in your sights 
ignore lighting that stick of dynamite of unfaithful deception 
his TV is on the right channel, but with bad reception. 

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This poem was dedicated to a good friend of mine, who's has been going through her own trials and tribulations in her relationship. Out of respect, I chose not to name her. She told me this did help a little and thanked me.

SACRIFICES OF A QUEEN

He smoked away your essence of innocence

with his loaded weapon of pleasure and pain;

most young girls shouldn't be victim to.

But that chain of pain in your closets past

doesn't define who you are;

Just an unfortunate sacrifice of a queen.

But I got love 4u. How could I not be a fan of you queen wordsmiths

that drop lyrical shard bombs that pierce minds hearts

to bleed awoken conscious realities.

You are the Lady sovereigns of literature,

queen mothers of nature

that have and will birth

the soothsayer tamed tangents

multiplied thoughts and subtracting 

fact from fiction,putting the dope in the diction;

freed from magnum tongue guns...Clint Eastwood can't handle.

Sacrifices you make and endure has

earned you wealth to your poor souls.

You keep it real like a God's gift to man essence dripped from the conscious skies above should. Preschool minded dudes should know how to treat a queen of your calibur. Spitting their dingalingo with 

a short sword

playing like they holding Excalibur.

I'm a king in my own right

will bow to no man...

but at the same time would drop to one knee 

only to kiss your hand queen.  

Some sistas I know could use the knowledge from knowing your pain to not fall in societies cracks and Jacking fast on some "Hustler's" penis.

Some sistas I know need your strength of character to lift the pressure weights of common man telling them they can't sing, swing on a pole, receive this back handed love, being the next rap video hoe can git you on top of this; 

But it jus lowers the level of their queendom. 

You deserve the gratifying treatment some queens of ancestors past 

devoured into your beings by true african kings. 

I'm disgusted at the false royalty that roam this kingdom. 

So, your majesty...if they lay a damning hand on your beauty...

I shall castrate his emotional nuttsack cause he has no real manhood!!

One majestic woman I know,I swear

was born with the back bone of Rosa parks dat refused the descrimination to break her spirit;

The undying will of harriet Tubman slave masters tried to kill that worked hard and made time to make me & my brothers a hot plate to not go hungry. Showing she loved us unconditionally.

Spoke words turning unconscious temples of ignorance into awoken treasure chest like Asata shakur,

even wit the profanity.

I admit, half my cussing vocabulary came from her.

And many more Goddesses that walk among us,

the poor souls which will receive solace from my spoken words.

Taalam said it best by

writing about, "WHAT YOU DESERVE"

I'm here to reinforce it.  

proving you are the back bone, jelly to the peanut butter on our toast, 

foundation to keep afloat the home us men call an existence and the pain that is a blessing to gift which is the curse to common man!!

Tongue-Tastic Tale telling 101

This was a recent write Like some of my previous ones to some.But thought it was necessary.

My people realize a soothsayer has come
its dinner time when I hit a venue and microphones are my buffet
please fake poets take a seat, put ya pens away and have a nice day
This stage is sacred.

And I'm brooklyn's lost son
Grenadian rung into this concrete jungle school of hard knocks
Understand this verbal war hammer gets hot when it bangs and cocks back
on poetic and so called "hip-hop" lyrical nonsense.
My WMC tool, Words of mass construction was made by my mother to school fools
I refuse to swallow your piss pools of mis-education spit by the likes of
soulja boy, Lil' wayne, and there's just too damn many to name all of you in this poem.

So I've dedicated my work to drop times bombs in order for you to desegregate
your ignorant present from the past gifts of pain of our history.
Now pull up a chair and prepare to be edutained.
See my words are spit to nudge and budge you
refresh the corrosion scented frakincense and myrrh clouding your sights
spit right not like the useless fecies escaping illiterate toilet bowl mouths
with nothing important to say.

Without truth in your lines, might as well be serving crowds snorted crack lines.
The bad kind, free your mind and
like me become dr. vocab, turning broken words into spoken words;
smoke them words,verbs,nouns pronouns, make metaphors your whores and use they asses. This is to pass lifes tests the best you can.
I'm told I could be the shepard to help lead my fellow sheep man from the pulpit of pain
change the poetic symphonies plaguing our nations hood.
But I tell them, i'm only one man is that understood..?
And yes so was clayton powell, malcom, james E, Garvey, ghandi, who left prolyfic remains these eye veins flow the blood stains of strife in my head.

Cursed blessings don't taste so sweet when a gift horse's reigns are tugged while you look it in the mouth. If false will and faith infect your pride...theres no way
a brotha like you can ride true stories like galloping horse man of the apacolypes or touch lives with God's pen. Thats how I'm able to skool you in tongue-tastic tale telling. theres no way sista like you will Ida B well souls, provoke lil loose girls to keep their keyholes below closed
make so called prospects use knowledge to open your mind instead of the tresure chest breast you possess.

And no, she ain't no bitch cause she won't slob ya knob "Gangster"
you just a nigga with no real job that got a problem
We are all students of life.
But for the lessons in this course, I'm the profesor.
And for the Issac New-Tons weighing your tongue's soul down,
I'll be the confessee and you the confessor.

Alliterated African proverb problems still torment
its nations youth core.
While Haitian schools implode to the floor
and cortex corrupted NYC & NJ can't take it no more.

Open your eyes and see!!
I'm sorry Ms. Brathwaite and Ms. Grant.
Your daughter and son shouldn't be dead.
One disected like a bio experiment,
the other shot in the back of the head!!!
With a reckless bullet that savored its job done well;
When I think the trigger man deserves to die and
I hope he burns in hell!!
But is it my place to wish ill will on my fellow man...?

So if you hope to make it...
Tongue-tastic lincoln logs should emancipate proclimation these
reservoirs of laws of change,
like Abraham and Barack
into a grandmother's life;
So go home tonite, and write. Impregnate sajourner in your truth.
Release the W.E.B. Du bois!
Then come back to me
with pen empty cause the conscious ink
poeticaly bled into the page and tear the damn roof off this stage!!
till then, don't you dare moan and piss about revolution
knowledge is the solution. Class dismissed!!

I should sue his ass!!

*Disclaimer: This is a little free write new -ish piece that was spawned from a recent incident at home that happened to me. Along with other things that came about involving me, my fam and our land lord that came to mind. As well as friend's input about it. And I got the scrapes and bruises to prove it!!

I should sue his ass!!

for making me and my family's lives uncomfortable. For almost 2 decades,

his bitch tantrum parades of power over us. Had city services clean us out of house and home. 

The stuff we lost mostly forever gone. clothes, money, jewelry, ID...Like Bernie Mac I should bust his head to the white meat!!!

I should sue his ass!!

in every attempt possible in making my pops look small.

I should sue his ass for being a man with no balls. How dare a land lord treat his tenants this way..?

and show proper respect to all the others living here practically "related" some how to him to my dismay. To cuss us out as bad hygened mongrils, when he the real bitch. But sometimes, common men forget, that every dog has his day. With the evil men do, karma must get payed. No human being deserves their dignity armor dismantled like that. I don't give a damn about your authority. I do matter and will not be overlooked ya crook.

And I should sue his ass!!

For being so gotdamn bold. How dare he give me and my fam the redheaded step child treatment, then wanna throw us out in the cold? You damn straight I live in a unhealthy environment. But your constant barrages of selfrighteous sanctimonious logic hasn't made it a easier time spent. With only care is that we make sure you git your rent on the 1st of the month. going off on us if its late like that time of the month. 

So I should sue his ass!!

cause friends and family say to me it was a felony what happened to A.B. 

my mind and my ceiling breaking down like fractions divide me from up above Not sure what I did to karma to get no love. I saying, it was so wide, with some thickness. Came down like brick, and besides me and four walls, a crime with no one else to witness. Broke membrain lining of my neck's skin. scars developing and a sore shoulder. Gotta hit the hospital a.s.a.p., so this soldier of life can march on. Friday the 13th tried to sing my swan song, but Jason wasn't the culpret. I'll live but still, pray for me.

Runaway Dreams

(To hear this actually piece, go to my myspace.) http://www.myspace.com/honestabeizdtruth 

DREAMS CAN MAKE A POWERFUL DIFFERENCE. 
BUT, IN ORDER TO MAKE IT REALITY 
SOMETIMES YOU MUST BECOME A TRACKSTAR; 
CHASE THE PASSION TO DISCOVER, 
WHO YOU AND WHAT YOU ARE. 
I TOO HAVE RUN MY RACES, 
SIDE BY SIDE WITH MY DREAMS RUNAWAY FACES; 

BY GIVING IN HALF-WAY 
IT'S A SIN TO JUST LET DIE; 
WOULD DR. KING BE AS IMPORTANT TODAY, 
IF HE DIDN'T EVEN TRY? 
HE EVEN PROPHESIZED HIS DEATH, 
ON THE HEALS OF HIS DREAMS FUISION. 
A MAN WHOSE TIME SPENT HERE 
PROVES RUNAWAY DREAMS ARE POSSIBLE; THOUGH ONLY YOU CAN MAKE THAT DECISION. 

OTHERS HAVE SAID, "IF YOU WANNA BELIEVE IN PIPE DREAMS, 
GO AHEAD, KEEP ON SMOKING." 
MY RESPONSE TO THAT, "COOL. 
WHILE I'M PUFFING MY WAY TO SUCCESS, 
YOU'LL BE BEHIND ME CHOKING." 

DREAMS CAN ONLY ESCAPE US IF WE LET IT. 
TO WHINE OVER MINOR SET BACKS, WOULD LEAVE ROOM FOR REGRET; 
BELIEVE ME OR NOT, ONLY YOU CAN MAKE THIS CHOICE. 
RUNAWAY DREAMS DON'T STICK AROUND FOR LONG. 
WITHOUT YOUR MIND, 
DREAMS HAVE NO VOICE.

Laying the foundation

Well, I've had a lot going on lately. With these shows, whether open mic, featuring, or slamming, preparing for the coming spring semester in School(which I got more than enough task and issues dealing with that alone) and this album...which has been in demand for a little while now....can all feel a bit overwhelming for me at times. 

But I believe through all this stress, writing, and speaking the truth as therepy for myself and the people...is all for a God giving purpose. Everything I've done so far good and/or bad thes past few months and years, I believe has been to Lay the ground work, foundation for the future fruits my labor will induce.

And sometimes, I wish me and Lucifer had a truce. Though I doubt that would prevent him from trying to keep me from producing success. I mean, my determination could use some work. But no one has never accused me of lack faith and will. Damn, I feel like this blog is starting to turn into a new poem. Oh well, if it does, fuck it. It is what it is. Anyway, thinking about some great Figures of past and present...like MLK...Garvey...Medgar...Frederick Douglass...Cornell West...Taalam Acey...Abi-odun of the last poets...among others that layed the foundation for me and people. They all having a hand bringing us up as equals.

So, my focus of this particular entry, after all this thinking...was to point out a little bit of some concrete individuals. They all had a will, passion and determination built into their sheet rock values. But all also had a common trait that separate all great minds from the rest....deciding to be Extra-ordinary, instead of ordinary to accomplish their dreams and goals to make life better for them and our common man. Even if it took making history and sacrifices to do it...whether by lack of sleep,(martin, malcom, Taalam...etc) getting rocks thrown at them,(martin, Medgar,....etc.)causing controversy with mind invoking verbal vernacular,(Medgar, Martin, Adam Clayton powell, malcom, Huey Newton, Cornell West, Abi-odun, Taalam...etc)facing descrimination and racism(all of the above). 

Whether it was via spoken word or civil rights, (which on some level both go hand in hand) God's Work or fates master plan...these men's trials & tribulations were a part  laying the foundation. And Thats one of my goals for this new year into the next...Laying the foundation by completing all tasks and test put before in any way, shape or form they come in. Via birthing the baby I call my coming album, with any necessary help; conquering any left over demons, representing on the academic front and using all my gifts and blessings to my advantage.

My life was borrowed as a loan to walk the earth. And I intend to increase my spiritual dividends so that when I return home up above...my lifes worth will equal my lifes worth. So I wanna be able to pay God back with interest. Living up to the deal my parents made, when bringing me in this world....laying the foundation to save my soul.

-Honest Abe