The A.C.T.I.V.E. Collective presents: RENAISSANCE

The A.C.T.I.V.E. Collective presents: RENAISSANCE

Feat. Writer/Poet HONEST ABE

including Hosting by The A.C.T.I.V.E. Collective  (with Alexander the Griot, Wisdom Supreme & Dana the Poetess),

this event features some of the most phenomenal Poets & Singers in the tri state area and beyond including but not limited to: Poets LA Chocolate Box, Ayesha Depay & the ACTIVE Collective themselves, and Singers Ashton Martin, Elliot Maurice & Michelle Singz, with more artists still to be announced! 

Tickets can be purchased direct from me via Paypal below!

Event: RENAISSANCE
Place Farafina Café & Lounge
Address: 1813 Amsterdam Avenue b/w 149th & 150th st. New York, NY
Time: 8pm SHARP!
Tickets and Cover: $10

Cussing A Curse With Worse Verse

The Next and latest book in the Unlocked Thoughts series, Cussing a Curse With Worse Verse! It's now officially released online!!  There is a link to buy and get a signed copy from me below.

Humble Beginnings: A Saga Revised

My debut book! I will have the paypal link set up soon. This will be the only way to get a signed copy. For now, its available at create space store below.

https://www.createspace.com/4470422

Open The Gates

One love, one heart
I'm thriving with both but still lacking one.
If you can't guess then I'll give you a hint.
Its the one two many lack for self

There are times I give it more to others than me
I've realized that a lot lately.
Restless nights mixed with early morn edible delights...
Have not fed the hunger i need to satisfy the tremendous appetite of daily...
That's brain and body with vibes and energy
Licking my chops to feast has been a task as of late.

And school is something I don't wanna feel like a burden like in the past
Stuck by circumstance in this chamber abode of confined chaos
The key to open the gates is hanging on the side of pants of Janitor named obstacle.
And he calls the other keys that surround it courses.

Forces of delays to grin and bare the days in this willing path I've found myself on
Half blindly, seeing myself forge forward with hopes of snatching the key to sanity.
Debit is good, but I have nothing in my name so my credit is dead-it.
First broken key...
Through these going on 7 years of spoken seasons showing my brethren I want to love and live through spoken reasons,
shortcomings made me question this gift of verse and curse.
Second Key broken...

Even though I got all this knowledge
Back up in college and trying ban the scarlet letters of falling back
But my soul is being tugged on again.
Self control is getting shifted again...
The supply of utensil tools has been deplenished
This causes me to ghetto electronically free write with my free right.
Third key, bent, but not strong enough to open the Gates of solace.

I'm a vet of many things, but only half have soaked inner peace through me.
Love for many is a roller coaster of a relay.
But I have no complaints of what place I'm in.
Its been better to me these days then the past 16 years.
Loosening the Master locked bars for enlightenment I desire.
My being has a poetic pacemaker implanted inside from the fifth year...
Scrambled scribes scratched the surface of the man I've envied to be.
Music, has sung helping hands of ancestors past
to wake me out of nights as the living dead in this bedroom.

So, when will I take more charge of these breaths to just Open the Gates?!!
Ain't no time like the present to present my future with a past to be proud of.
Over thinking a vagueness is a part of my astrological and personality make up.
I know.
But I'm breaking this habit slowly, yet swiftly.
Here...I sit by the computer still being taunted by this Janitor
Who is believed to hold the key to busting free of this caged prison of lost mind, body and souls....
Only to discover, this redemption key was in my pocket the whole time.
The gates were already unlocked.
Not having the strength and the illusion of being locked,
was the transition of independence, getting the best of me....


"Honest Abe" Abraham Benjamin © 2013

NAPOWRMO-3 BREAKING THE CAST

I sometimes thought I'd break b4 being broke on going broke. Starting out in pieces not wholey speaking

unholy of my surroundings. Playing a new role with unauthodox voice and diction my confliction with words

became a Godly addiction.

But there had to be a production road where a wandering soul like mine could leave lyrical dope fiend track

marks of his existence. Discovering this gift of verse turned into a corpse with lil resistance to a hearse  my

trifecta helped me rehearse my mental medicine manufactured to mend masses....

As days pass with funky farts from fat asses swiftness

Cant deny I almost had multiple suicidal strokes,

Getting high off my own supply...

Looked at as a characticer of character never wanted to be born to play. So how can I escape...

My dad always told me my future was in my hands

The ball was in my court to determine how far I could go. But I've been trying to break this cast filled pain

pill narcotics society gave me since 13 y/o.

See, since my my mother nature gave me the script to act out puberty, there was no looking back....

Pimp smacking this gig in life for 13 years

But the scenes of Trial & Tribulations half treated me like its hoe. From when two thugs tried to rob me

across the st from the Brooklyn Museum on a cold winter night in 2004. Then, how my physical insecurities

made it hard to be Naked and HARD in front a woman at 26...losing out on love.

To my fear of success had me dropping college courses,

Out side forces I couldn't see

Having me cop a plea giving in to stress of a prosecutor named, "Depression" one of my many antagonists in

If you think my self destruction wasn't far way...

Then you'd only be half right.

The fight and battle for recognition had only begun.

Took me slamming against lyrical juggernauts and skywalkers on stages....

putting poetic magnums to mine and their domes for better pay

Starting as a noone paying dues to be a someone.

Honestly, I began being Abel to redefine my mind by the end of 2012.

Breaking the cast of this shy, keep to myself introverted demeanor making moves redeeming AB.

So the almighty casted a new love interest, Debbie.

A new guiding light I gladly learned new life lines to survive working with.

And  allow a truth to speak so my people can...just listen...use my words as the piston instead of getting

pissed on by the powers that be.

Need to continue breaking the CAST

Of our prison cells we confined  behind the bars spit.

Breaking the Cast, the media type casts of us valued as shit on a stick...

Breaking the CAST, that makes you believe your environment premeditates the success you get.

Breaking the CAST, where a man like myself tries time and time again, failing and rather then see regret

To learn from it!


“Honest Abe” Abraham Benjamin [© 2013]

NaPoWrMo~1/30 Priorities

She burns bright with transparency to me...
Like a translucent watery flame.
Slippery essence with heated emotion fueled by love...for me and life.

There's nothing I wouldn't do to etch simile smiles
On this sun kissed by God face wit out surgery.
Cause poetic purger y penetrating our profound love: would bring back the verdict of perpetrating as her man, and I love her!

Abbreviated as Deb
But far from a Debutante.
Truth is she wants and needs me....
Like I want and need her...
But sometimes my priorities be messed up.
Watch me be at these shows on the mic going
Blow 4 blow, from
City to city
Have no pity for the stages I slay...
Thing is whats heavy on my mind is that my Ms.'s misses me.

I've been on the Abc "Last Resort" tip
Acting like a trip filling in a catholic SIN cup
Need to be more on my Donell Jones like,
"U know Whats up"

F USPS, with their priority mail.
Im a keep reminding you you're my Priority female.
Express...sending packages from the heart
Understanding that a unlawful fact which most men
Take presents like your love for granted is exactly
The reason God gives future gifts to another through
Karma's post office.

And letting my ego grinding toward success
Cost me more than producing any book or CD
Is a price too rich for me living in vein
So reigning over any rain is whats needed.
To think, I cant balance both work and my woman
In life is unconventional, impeding self-centered.

The fact of the matter is
Keeping my priorities straight
Shouldn't be a moral habit orientation dilemma;
And render me useless.
Now that I finally got the point
Leaving this piece like the end of my last joint.
Period!


“Honest Abe” Abraham Benjamin [© 2013]

AN UNBROKEN PROMISE

AN UNBROKEN PROMISE



Honest Abe:


In the brisk of energy air of breath from your lips...
I can feel the invisible kiss of destiny songs in the key of life
stirring my soul like no other.
As my hand swallows yours in my palm,
the other caressing your thigh as our eyes link to purge a growing bond reflection...
to stand the test of time...

VERBAL:

TIME IS ALL WE HAVE I’M WILLING TO INVEST IT IN YOU… IN US
I SEE THE BEST AND FEEL I GIVE SOME SORT OF COMFORT WHEN YOU LAY UPON MY CHEST

OUR BREATH BECOMES ONE IN THE MOMENT
YOU BRING WHAT I WAS HOPIN WAITIN TO BE ROPED IN WHEN I SAW YOU ZOOM YOUR SCOPE IN

I KNOW ALL THINGS HAVE UNPLEASNATRIES AND I’M WILLING TO WORK AT AND GET PAST THAT
MY BACK TURNED IS SOMETHING YOU WILL NEVER HAVE

Honest Abe:


Even when the self placed burdens of torment are removed from my mind,
shoulders and back...the phantom weight left becomes the next task;
Its alias is, "LOVE" for me at times.
So I hope...for the next queen that welcomes my emotions into their heart palace,
can bare the burdens of what I have to offer being enough...because...its all I got to give...

VERBAL:


AND I’M HERE TO ACCEPT ALL
DOWNFALLS ARE NOTHING I WILL ANSWER EVERY CALL
EVEN WHEN THEY’RE UNSPOKEN
I DON’T NEED YOU TO SPEAK I’LL USE TELEPATHY TO DISCERN YOUR NEEDS
I WILL ANSWER YOUR PLEAS WITH NO NEED TO SAY PLEASE

AND THAT IS MY PLAN
WITH YOUR HAND IN MINE PROUD TO CALL YOU MY MAN


Honest Abe:


And you know what they say about the best laid plans...
So instinct plays the role of my scheduler of thoughts
wanting my love for your existence to never Seem constipated when unleashed
knowing brain farts clouding your perception of what I want and desire will not be attractive.
I've learned and still learning to be adaptive from these lessons of love.
Domestically hurt hearts never fully heal but slowly learn to rise above the pain...
The invisible blood stains from wearing it on ya sleeve left behind don't wash away in vain...in vein

VERBAL:


OVERTIME I'VE LEARNED TO OVERCOME PAST PAIN
YOU HELP ALLEVIATE PAIN FROM PAST LAMES SEEKING ENJOYMENT IN PLAYING GAMES
MY BRUISES WILL REMAIN BUT IT HELPS ME
SHOWS ME WHAT TO APPRECIATE AND WHAT I TRULY NEED
AND IN YOUR EYES I SEE SINCERITY
I KNOW I’LL HAVE TO SHOW MY AUTHENTICITY CAUSE I’D BE A FOOL TO TELL YOU TO JUST BELIEVE

Honest Abe:


Telling myself circumstances forcing me to move on and live isn't a guarantee
That I'll still be my same...still be my sane...with you...
Some may say I come with a WARNING LABEL...for many different reasons.
question is, can you handle my prescribed presence being good for you...even though obstacles of fate
w/o faith beyond our control believe I'm not what the Dr. ordered to keep you smiling..?
See though, What appears before thee,
is someone who doesn't enjoy spending another 4 seasons of loneliness in solitude bliss.
but someone does plan to spend the next 40 seasons + with an Empress for this Emperor.

VERBAL:

AND EMPRESS IS MY DIVINE ATTRIBUTE
I KNOW MY INTELLIGENCE ISN'T SEEN CAUSE WHEN DUDES LOOK AT ME THEY THINK “YEAH, SHE CUTE”
BUT I’M MUCH DEEPER THAN THE VISUAL PERCEPTION
AND I’M READY TO GIVE YOU ALL OF ME WITH NO INTERCEPTION…



Copyright 2011

Sweet As(s)....(Inspired by Honey LaRochelle Live @ Blue Note) 7-14-12

*Disclaimer*: I wrote this on the way on late Saturday night of July 14th, 2012 after seeing  the delectable and gracious BK song bird, Honey LaRochelle Live at the Blue Note in NYC. *cues MJ's "The Way you make me Feel"* :)



You put a spell on me.
5'5 with brown eyes
Hazel/auburn coated hair sprung nubian flair.
Goddess curves that made my mind swerv into them...
from driving me crazy;

Shining in those stage lights
nector melanin,
glistening sweet as...
Honey...a name you've earned so well.

Tasted you in my thoughts b4 we ever met.
Drowned my ears on this Saturday night at the Blue Note
with a angelic vocal symphony of tunes to quench my soul!
As you repp'd our home town of BK with your own anthem. Mm!
Allowed me to drench...my eyes & nose with your essence
from your presence...
leaving me in a rare Euphoria I couldn't resist,
GOTDAMN!!

This wet day dream,
that isn't a dream by far
from meeting in the flesh...I swear...
gave me cavities on my poetic erect sweet tooth
and made a diabetic out of this mutha fucker on the spot...

Composure all shot
Heart beat felt the shock of our embrace,
it smiled inside me...
The aura tugging energy you glazed my person with
had a delayed effect aftershock
after the photo op
departing feet stopped in their tracks...b4 hitting the door;
Reminiscing from 5 mins ago when my name like an inmate escaped your lips.
Sounded just sweet as....Honey suckle sticky of that pucker tongue of Oshun melodies
that sung ancestor bones back to life with me;

Didin't wanna leave...
on some level felt you didn't want me to.
"where I wanna be" lyrics sang these shoes to the train station
As I entered, The Temptations, "The way you do the things you do"
Sound tracked summed up my night, internally fighting the urge
of Epiphany struck, to race back and plant a "soul Kiss" on you....

Entering this F train all that resonated was
how blessed I am to encounter such gifted woman
With more than thoughts of just wanting to bone
worth more than this brotha's bone
made me pull pen and paper out to right this poem
on the ride home,
almost missed my stop day dreaming of us alone together...
Whether I'll have the pleasure of another encounter
is something will just be pondering
open my front door chuckling...to remember
like a summer day that's forever sunny
this night, you in combs of my mind will be
Sweet As...Honey...

Me & Honey after the show (was "Crushing Hard" as my friend Shanelle Gabrielle would say)

Abraham "Honest Abe" Benjamin

Copyright © 2012

"Thirsty"..a collab..Epiphany Castro and Honest Abe

Thirsty..

You’d sell your soul for a dollar

Trade in your morals for a glass of Hennessey

And like Marvin it makes me wanna holler

Watchin you tap-dance for the masses…the industry

Somebody should have schooled you in class…

Excrement masquerading as art

May buy you a temporary pass

But shyt does not last forever, and your azz

Merely becomes fertilizer to feed

What grows organically-food for the real creative trees

Caught up, bought up, but not up… to par

It was all for naught and yes that naught is you

Unaccounted on the census as a bastard of Massa's with glee

Even so, your adoption is clear

Dignity should runneth over from the brew you been sippin from

But you piss golden showers like R. Kelly on underage futures I don't wanna fathom

Elevation got lost in a sea of on demand coonery

The buffoonery will eventually evaporate

But Like the the price of real estate, your lackluster lack of ideals

Shall become the foundation beneath the soles of integrity

Stuck like gum to the heels-

Plummeting with every single breath you take

And every poor choice you make. Cause the choice was yours

An imposter you became…a muthafuckin fake

So Dance nigga dance…prance nigga prance

And don’t forget your pearls and blackface-

As you set back the entire race

500 years….plus

In exchange for a pocketful of small silver lined with puss

And a handful of tainted gold…

So thirsty… so very thirsty you are

But I ask you..What will make you whole?

I know your sac is somewhere dripping the manhood you left behind once

the auction block you had a helping hand to step on

looked too enticing to refuse;

A Fuse you lit with every Savion gloved move you took

Feel that burn in your throat...? Sure you do.

And love it!

Chug down the welcomed pain when thirsty enough...those

Kamikaze karma bullets you shoot from ya tongue and ya gun

are good for your "Rep" ain't they...?

There is a Johnson Chugging reality check birthed by you

That you need to come to terms with,

Just like your dick,

You stick your pride in the wrong hole

Be ready to come back with S.T.D.’s to add to those “D’s” you rolling on.

Congratulations Thirsty Sambo.

The hood continues to die slow from your bad drinking habits.

Epiphany Castro

Honest Abe

All Rights Reserved 2011

Untitled New Erotica

Can you...can you pass me your pussy cup,

so I can sip the Sugar Honey Ice Tea from your clitoris...?

I'm seeing the potential in the aura of your scent

When your soul smiles at me;

Fuck cupid and his arrows.

His shots are no good

in making our bond stick-y...

you need a mental fucking from me

Busting nuts in your 3rd eye

from this slick dic-ture.

I know you want my finger in your ass.

That'l make your moans in my ear greater.

Its ok to cum a lil in your panties now.

Just know, like Jesus,

the 2nd cuming will be a blessing later.

Blasphemus tongue I posses.

You have to admit, sin tastes diabetes sweet

when a dose of you is ingested;

please Goddess, malest me with your eyes.

Rodeo my dick to death with mama africa jymbay thighs

Your oasis of life,

makes this tree grow like no other;

so my babies feel destined to swim...

in your still waters...

Allow this motion in your ocean to continue getting you sprung.

lets go tit for tat with these lubricated emotions in the air.

stroke my soul beneath my waist til its lotion of love moisterizes

the prize you seek in hand.

My mission isn't complete though.

See, I know your far from a virgin,

but I can tell that blackberry cherry needs its essence released again

like the first time.

the way it still grins temptation towards me.

Your eyes and fingers give me direction

Oh damn this erection of solace growing again

almost the 2nd time for you to say hello to my lil friend.

Lay there while we help release the liquid frustration of your day

ease the tension in your spine reclining from the excercise of switched positions

As Objective after objective reach one after another:

-keep you aroused {Check}

-make sure you stay wet {Check}

-While I'm conducting this symphony of passion on ya body from the waist down,

working my way up...you continue providing background vocals {Check}

-Don't stop making magic happen in this room with you till your cup runneth over so many times,

damn a towel; We gone need a mop on stand by...almost there

The pulsation pattern I can hear from your hole's foundation of sticky bounties gives me a sign

that your ready...to..drown me with your sorrows all over ONE...MORE...TIME!!!! *breathes heavy*

-“Honest Abe” Abraham Benjamin [© 2011]

What A Brotha Needs (on the new album BROOKLYN'S LOST SON)

What a brotha needs....

is a woman that's down and around for me,

tell me when I'm on some bullshit when I can't even see it.

Remind a brother how destined he is for greatness.

Making it clear we can get there together.

Shameless when it comes to showing this young one love.

Be the dove to my stream.

You know you on the best team.

Show that you can be the chocolate syrup to my ice cream...sexy.

And no I'm not asking you to be swelling my melon.

At least not the one on my shoulders...

A woman, that when I go downtown

she taste like good home cooking.

Make me look up and say....good looking. :)

But wait, I'm being selfish with it.

Now I'm looking at you with tantalizing, teenage, tendencies.

And pleased to watch as our eyes-tune.

Feel the heart of me.

This bony thug's in harmony with the "V" shape your legs make when split in two.

The penetration sensations when my hips begin to THRUST.

You can feel the GUST of emotion.

Going in and out, smooth like the ocean...between your thighs.

And my butt tightens...

As my gaze heightens...

Staring into the windows of your soul

make a brother wanna lose control

and continue to solute you with my flagpole;

going for gold like an Olympic athlete

as we both compete to win in this marathon.

And trust son, when this rush done, I will BUST one!

And before my rocket fuel explodes into your myspace

dripping from your grace....

I'll bless your hole with so much soul you'll be in seizures.

Like the 2nd coming of Jesus!!

Put your mind in my hands

so I can masturbate a new beginning into existence.

Persistence is my ambition.

On the real...

My love for you has become almost as strong as a son for his mother.

As far as I'm concerned,

you can call me a motherfucker because

I'll treat you with the kind of respect the original queen of my life

that blessed this world with my presence,

so that when we get married that ring don't feel like a death sentence.

And maybe the crimes men have committed to your humanity

are plain insanity, changing on you like "Coin Star".

Because the truth is

that most men...

Would think receiving your love is a right,

but in hindsight, its a privilege.

And in one mistake can all be taken away with just cause.

Though this concept is a two-way street.

Maybe all this is just an example of what a brotha wants.

But what I'm trying to say is...you are what this brotha needs.

Abraham ''Honest Abe"' Benjamin © Copyright 2008 (Revised 2011)

Its About Love (Working title. May change and a W.I.P.)

Understand, me wanting to show you

how much my aura is burning to make your soul cum

the essence of our grandparents love.

Squirt the knowledge all down my erect mental shaft.

Leave the sticky remenance of how a man should rapture your being as a whole...

Goddess, that "teach me" how to love song by Musiq was written about us.

I can talk all the shit in world about sexual prowess,

conquering your lioness energy,

making discs in your spine quake from my back shots;

leaving back shocks, with these strokes of genious

I'm delivering.

But if there's no more than a animalistic connection...

you just getting the hack sex of

undeserving dick demons of past

fucked the shit out of you;

So is wanting more than filling the God given bowling ball holes of you so wrong...?

Brooklyn's Lost Son album update and release date

Peace my people,

Hey. Just touching base. And giving a early heads up. My album (BROOKLYN'S LOST SON: Prelude to Road 2 Redemption) production is getting closer to completion. With the release party slated for Sunday July 10th. (With a back up date just in case on tab) In Brooklyn. The location, still being locked in. I'll provide more details when available and off. facebook invite. If your around, near and/or willing to trek out to make it, I applaud and humbly thank you in advance. If you can't, for whatever reason, send love and pray for its success. Send some one on your behalf if be the case. I'll understand.

thank you for the support & listening

Honest Abe

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Freak Nasty (NYC), BK's Lost Son Album prod. update, and The D N A Project

Peace my people,

I hope this day and week has been a blessed one for you and yours with positivity and productivity. Let the almighty and universe help guide you to prosperity and solace. I realize some you may/may not be located pretty far away to make it to most of my events. But will keep you posted from time to time bout my going ons.

WHATS BEEN HAPPENING...

FREAK NASTY!! (NYC EDITION)

For the first time ever, I've been, recruted, lol. To feature at one of the hottest erotic poetry events in the tristate area! Freak Nasty! (May 26th, 2011) An interactive poetry base event with some of the best gutter mouth and minded spoken word artists NY has to offer! Which also includes music, a fashion show, naked body painted models (male & female) and not to mention one hell of an after party. lol. :-)

There will be two shows on this night:

(1) Early Show: Doors open @6pm

(I have physical tix for this show reply to this email FMI or click just below the ticket to purchase)

Freak Nasty Early show (6pm)

1 Freak Nasty Ticket $20.00 2 Freak Nasty Tickets $40.00 3 Freak Nasty Tickets $60.00

ALBUM UPDATE

Had a banger studio session this past Wednesday afternoon! Knocked out another track for BK's lost son album. Thats about 2 and 1/2 joints done so far. Looking for it to be ready in time for early summer (July is the projected time frame). The guest stars that have come through (even some of the surprise sit in ones in the studio) have lived up to there greatness that I wanted). There is a piece called, S.O.S. (Sons of Society). With a great writer/poet named Essence. Which is one of the next ones on tab to knock out. And believe me when I tell ya...its been a ride so far with this project. we bout to make some more magic happen on wax in the booth this week. Trust. Be ready for "Brooklyn's Lost Son" coming to venue, :) and a retailer near you. B-)

Oh. If I haven't mentioned it before, I've recently been looking over some album cover concepts that were done by my brother for me. Still deciding which to use as an official cover. Feel like I'm pretty close in maing the final cut. If I stay stuck on that, I still might need some feedback/input from you to decide. Now wouldn't that be something..?! YOU may get to help me decide what the official cover will be!! And wait till you see what the back looks like. :o)

As soon as I confirm some new gigs I'm working out, the show schedule will be a bit heavier then it is right now.

More have been added none the less recently check it on the bottom.

Bare with me my people.

THE DNA PROJECT

The Werdsman & Honest Abe are The D.N.A Project (The David and Abraham Project)

Debut Album Release Date:TBA

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Unlocked Thought of the day: Thank the almighty (also if spiritual and not an atheist) and universe for offering you a clean slate. And they will thank you back karmically with positive vibes/energy toward your progress.

Updated show schedule below.

Better weather has come and stay safe!! Summer is almost here! thanks again for all your support. :o)

-Honest Abe

Unlocked thoughts of a Prophet's Temple concept & how it will be released

Unlocked thoughts of a Prophet's Temple concept & how it will be released

1st CHAMBER UNLOCKED

My book,(Unlocked thoughts of a Prophet's Temple) if you were unaware, will be "unlocked" soon. In parts anyway. I've decided that I'll be releasing my 5 chapter chapbook, for now, with each chapter as separated books themselves. The first one slated to be ready during this winter 2011(February) at the latest. And will be subtitled: "Humble Beginnings". Final preparation is in affect(including cover design and any last minute editing/proof reading as needed). It will be release under publishing company, 2 Pens & Lint. Followed by the other chapters (Which I call each through out the book, "Chambers") 2nd Chamber: Cussing a Curse wit Worse Verse; 3rd Chamber: L.O.L. (Lessons of Love); 4th Chamber: Spoken Soldier and 5th, Final Chamber: Unlocked Thoughts of a Prophets Temple. Those last two Chambers will be release as 1 book together since the last chamber will have nothing else but, the title poem in it.

If your also clueless as to what my book will be about, basically it is, : a look into my trials and tribulations as a said, "Prophet/soothsayer" with affirmations, passages and poems to express them in a creative understanding form. Over almost the past 3 decades and mainly the past half decade of things I went through. So in some aspect you can say its part autobiographical.

Sometime down the line I may/will re-release a revise version of my book as 1 solid book with all "Chambers" included. At a date TBD. There are other books in the works beside this one which you may dig to. But more about that another time. Just know the first of 5 will be out soon. And I look forward to your feedback. Now I know whats probably on you mind too, the question of, "Why not just release the whole book instead of in parts...?" Well, that was the original idea at first. But, It would have taken longer than I'd planned,(not that I was planning to/am rushing it out without thoroughly making sure everything's on point) and didn't have the financial resources to put it out as a full book. Then, after some friendly input to release the project in parts to save money...I was still a lil hesitant, but looked as the best avenue to take. Then thought bout it again, minus it just being a cost effective move. The bulb in my head went off, telling me it would be good marketing to follow this route as well. So from there, I ran with it.

Peace and thank you for listening,

Abraham "Honest Abe" Benjamin

Truth Commission Movement © Copyright 2011

L.O.L. (Lessons of love) final draft of a new piece in my Book (Unlocked thoughts of a Prophet's Temple)

L.O.L. (Lessons of Love)

FOR A LONG TIME NOW,

I’VE FELT MY HAPPINESS WAS ENGAGED

TO THE ANGEL OF DEATH;

AND SHE ONLY PAID ATTENTION TO ME WHEN

HER FIANCÉ WASN’T AROUND

ALL OF US ATTENDED THE SCHOOL OF HARD KNOCKS,

AT THE UNIVERSITY OF LIFE

ONE OF MY MAJOR COURSES

WAS ONE OF MANY CLASSES IN

LESSONS OF LOVE;

THIS BANDIT BROTHER FROM BROOKLYN

WAS WET BEHIND THE EARS

WHEN IT CAME TO THIS SUBJECT,

NERVOUS AS SHIT.

NOT KNOWING WHAT TO EXPECT

THE NOVICE IN ME EXPERIENCED MORE LUST THAN LOVE.

ONE OF THE LESSONS I'VE LEARN SO FAR IS,

THAT HALF THE WOMEN I'VE MET OR KNOWN

HAVE THE PREMISCONCEPTION THAT,

JUST BECAUSE I WRITE AND PERFORM POETRY

THAT ANYTHING I SPIT AT THEM IS BS INSINCERE GAME;

AND NOT GENERALLY FROM THE HEART

IF THAT’S THE CASE,

TELL ME WHAT WOULD YOU CALL MISOGYNISTIC LYRICS

FROM A "RAPPER" THAT’S DESIGNED TO

MAKE YOUR LEGS PART FOR THEM...?

ADOLESCENT LYRICISTS THAT RAPE THE MC ARTFORM;

JUST TO GET YOUR NIPPLES HARD AND PANTIES WARM.

SEE, THERE WAS A TIME WHEN

MY HAPPINESS ACTUALLY GAVE ME THE TIME A DAY.

IT CAME TO ME AT POINTS IN THE FORM OF A FRIEND,

LOVER AND IN UNISON;

HAD SACRED DESIRE DAY DREAMS,

FROM THOSE DAYS TO THIS MOMENT

I'VE FELT THAT SHE WAS, WHAT A BROTHER NEEDS.

NOW I ADMIT IT,

I'M NO SAINT.

MORE LIKE AN OFF/ON SINNER,

I’M KIND OF A FLIRT.

BUT, FOR THE MOST PART I CAN BE ONE IN A FRIENDLY WAY.

THOUGH I'D BE LYING TO YOU BY SAYING,

THAT VERB, IN MY VOCABULARY DIDN'T COME WITH A PRICE TO PAY.

SINGLE OR ATTACTCHED;

WHEN ME AND KARMA BROKE UP A WHILE BACK,

SHE LEFT A SCARLET LETTER BURN NOTICE

IN THE CHEST OF MY AURA.

HAPPINESS BECAME DISTANT WHEN SHE FOUND OUT

AND READ THE SCARLET NOTICE OF PAIN

LEFT ME ALONE ON CAMPUS!

SO THESE WORDS ARE MOSTLY WHAT I USE TO STAY SANE.

SOME FORCE OF UNGODLY NATURE I BIRTHED DONE DAMNED US!

MAYBE THIS IS WHY MY LAST DISTANT LOVER AND FRIEND LEFT ME.

MAYBE MY LACK OF ABILITY TO PROVIDE THE BARE NECESSITIES

OF A RELATIONSHIP DOOMED IT FROM THE START.

SO MY BOOKS ARE ALWAYS OPEN...

THAT POSSIBLY ONE DAY I'LL GET THE FORMULA RIGHT.

THESE LESSONS OF LOVE AREN'T ALWAYS EASY TO LEARN.

PEEP THE CANDLES OF MY HEARTS WINDOW SILL

BURNING AT BOTH ENDS;

I NEED SORROW NOT TO BE CONSIDERED MY SO CALLED "SIDE CHICK"

MAKING IT HARD TO BEGIN A FRESH LOVE AFFAIR

HAPPINESS & I CAN BARE FRUIT THAT’S NOT STRANGE.

HOW THE HELL CAN SHE BE A PART OF MY FUTURE

WHEN THE 3 MAJOR TESTS; TRUST, COMMITMENT, AND LOYALTY

DON'T SHOW UP AS "PASSED" ON MY TRANSCRIPT...?

IT’S A DAMN TRIP HOW MY GOOD INTENTIONS

TURN INTO BAD HABIT TRAITS IN SOMEONE ELSE'S EYES!!

THIS IS NOT THE RANTING OF INSECURE MARTYRISM

TO CLAIM DESPERATE SYMPATHY,

LIKE ANY REAL MAN, IT JUST FUCKS ME UP

MENTALLY AND EMOTIONALLY

WHEN THE TRUTH SPEAKS THEIR SOUL

BUT I’M LOOKED AT AS A BOY CRYING WOLF.

SO HOW CAN A MAN BREAK DOWN A WALL

OF AN OVER PROTECTED HEART,

WHEN SHE USES HIS ALLEGED HEART BREAKING ACTIONS TO COME,

TO ADD MORE BRICKS...?!

IT’S LIKE I'M DAMNED IF I DO,

AND I'M DAMNED IF I DON'T!

SEE, ALL I HAVE IS HOPE.

AND APPARENTLY MORE STUDYING TO DO,

BEFORE I CAN TRY TO PURSUE HAPPINESS

IN THE FORM OF LOVE AGAIN…

TILL THEN,

MY CURRENT G.P.A. WILL KEEP MAKING IT CLEAR TO ME,

"YOU ARE NOT READY!"

^{-“Honest Abe” Abraham Benjamin [© 2010]}