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

Pieces 4 Ur Heart

Pieces 4 Ur Heart

When it hits that thin line between late night and day break...

the next stanza of you is hard to start...

because in mind I'm with you,

but our bodies are apart so I hope these words connect the puzzle board of this growing love.

There comes a time in a mans life when he realizes games are for bedrooms and toys.

And Boyish tendencies only dis your Psyche.

So my agenda and mission, incite your mind with guarantees.

ignite your chakra with tantra's for dynasty lips to suck the legacy out my Ankh.

While I leave the shores of your Nile River soaked for generations to cum...and to come.

My words are the bonds I use to hold on to my sanity and lingering solace.

They massaging your heart and soul leaving a euphoric content inside

is a humbling bonus for me.

I can feel it...the clear residue of Carbon monoxide from my pupils.

My soul wants to get some air and stays scentless.

Rumbles of despair within the instinct part of my trifecta fears…

I want to love you new.

Love the inner beauty possessed but shown to the privileged few when

the door of opportunity to your hearts sanctuary is unlocked.

I'd must be shell shocked to have you believe and me conceive the notion that

I'm a poetic surgeon to help repair, and fulfill your needs...but I'll try.

Trust, this isn't AB trying to spit no game atchu...

my current mission is to polish the picture of a jewel inside your chest

and keep the frame around it from dope fiend leaning.

Since I've seen and know women, some friends, others ex's

who's aura me and other men have provoked, broke and damaged,

not delivering what they deserved right,

was blind to my neglecting ways even though

my vision is considered 20/20 in hindsight.

Just getting my mind right...on this road 2 redemption.

Like Vanessa, no man should have the power to crack your sunshine

via the mistrust and disgust of trifling brothers out there

That gives the rest of us a bad name.

But in regards of good ones...I can only speak for myself.

You know we all are far from perfect,

though I'd never want a Goddess like you to hang hopeful happiness on the shelf.

So, lets agree to say love and content solace together is all about perspective.

And if its believed you've had your "Final Fantasy"

Then every blow taking from this point on will be supper effective to your B.S. proof intuition.

After hearing these words, know that their adhesive from my lips,

was not only spoken to keep your equilibrium of faith in love...

together by the half or part,

just an offering of pieces 4 UR Heart.

Abraham Benjamin a.k.a. “Honest Abe” [© 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

Unlocked Thoughts of Random Nature

I wonder....

how can he make parapeligic promises...?

Bet his future on guarantees with checks full of emotions his ass can't cash.

No matter how much finances come to him,

still ends up monetary and morally bankrupt.

tells himself he can and will do better.

Knowing deep down its a lie not willing to admit to.

Its no wonder how many friends he makes,

is still emotionally and spiritually lost and alone.

has a tollerable relationship with family,

And can't keep a stable relationship with a girl.

Doesn't understand how he can feel so cold with warmth for loved ones lies in heart,

parts of his puzzle no piece full of words has help piece together the peace disired for the longest.

can't stop targeting his sanity with rusty razor blades and harpoon arrows self inflicted wounds to Psyche.

Sadomasachist consumed with killing his character by 2nd nature to see results come to assess his life better.

5X felon of broken hearts and bodies to come.

Has yet to be sentenced due to the fact the scent of burn notice flames have to die out b4 anything can stick.

his own happiness has a restraining order against him now.

So the torment thats been lurking again can shine proudly from the domino effect;

"BEAT IT!!! LIKE A DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIM WHO HAD IT COMING...IN THE ABUSER'S EYES!!!"

A voice tells him...

Knowing that figuring out instead of fingering out the underlining Johnson-chugging whore of a problem

that loves this attention to total collapse of his humanity,

Just waiting for when the auction block is removed from under feet so the two lynching nooses can tighten easier.

Don't cry for his welcomed pain and suffering brought all on by no one but his own doing.

his circumstances are funny as fuck in and sadder than shit all at the same time.

Talks to himself loud when alone to make sense of things. But don't we all at some point...?

"YOU LIKE EVERY OTHER DISPOSABLE MANKIND ATOM LIVING IS ON BORROWED TIME!

AND YOU ON THIS KIND OF SELF DESTRUCTION TIP...YOU SORRY SON OF A BITCH!!

HOW DARE YOU WASTE BOTH OF OUR LIMITED TIME HERE BY ALLOWING YOURSELF THIS MUCH SLACK TO FAIL AT EVERYTHING?!!"

Dropping out his first collegiate year in the school of hardknocks,

and he barely made it through the 2nd year.

Why can't he figure out the formula in the current purgatory state of his existence...?

So scared to succeed, yet amazingly not afraid to fail...

Screaming at the top of his lungs while looking at the self birthed beast of sorrows and confusion in the mirror

everyone has noticed all this time but him;

"WAKE THE HELL UP!!! THE REASON YOU FEEL LIKE EVERYBODY IS PASSING YOU BY ON AND IN SO MANY ASPECTS AND WAYS...

...IS BECAUSE THEY ARE FOOL!!

YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO AND HOW TO DIG OUT OF THIS DITCH YOUR END WILL BE ENGRAVED ACROSS UNLESS SOMETHING IS DONE."

pondering the chimes of dead relatives and ancestors ringing annoyingly

in the dessert dry congo consciousness,

blowing into his eyes...

{Sadey, cousin Stanley, grandma Johanna....Jack Johnson, Joe Louis...the list goes on}

The next mode of action feels so clear, though so thunder storm cloudy, harder than hard-on brick thick uncertainty.

Guess the road starts here.

-“Honest Abe” Abraham Benjamin [© 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...?

Some Unlocked thoughts....and revelations 2

As I sit here in my room at 7:56am on a Saturday morn...can't help but, just think.

Realizing this is my first blog of self assessment this year, my future still in my hands.

Going through some internal twist and turns via my heart, mind and soul about some of the women in my life. The choices I've made, and the changes I plan to make of weighing my progress down type, bad habits. So far, I still have unshakable feelings for, this woman I've developed a soul stirring instant bond with...over that past year. They were hard to describe at first. Even though a stable friendship is apparent, something inside still wants to take it up a level in the long run. Whether she'll come to the same conclusion as my heart, only time will tell.

And my other dear female friends I've known for some time are baring burdens I empathize with, to a distinct degree. That mind weighs heavy for them. And I pray there temporary pain and struggle...subsides to a point that they can live. I love them like fam. So it hurts me too an extent when they going through it. I almost feel like my own burn notice I partly developed over some time, has my Karma, backlashing into their lives. But I don't wanna sound like I'm making their trials and tribulations bout me.

My over analyzing of things and situations and the need to get to the bottom of it, has gotten the best of me at times. But shit is crazy now a days. Plus hearing news reports about mysterious birds and animal deaths. Economic resources (including some food) is running down in short supply. Cause bad weather is doing more damage to crops than b4. Over the the next few years or so, Water levels in NYC may rise to a point to over flood the whole city. (Not a good look) I'm like WTF...? Also, apparently a new zodiac sign to astrology has given the rest a twist of fate altering the signs of most held dear since birth. Technicalities and all. smh.

Anyway, I've come to some re- revelations as well as news ones as of late.

Many of my bad habits (like most other people) can be summed up with the old adage, "If you keep doing what you been doing. You gone keep getting what you been getting". Thing is, my CP Time with people, places and things. As well as my Procrastination and for some strange reason, a fear of success to a degree...have pointed in a neg. light with that saying. Affecting my will and determination to be employed again. Affecting my financial state and also hindering my guarantee to my self, to get back to my academics and get my desired degrees (a BS in business management, AS in some discipline of engineering and a Masters in another field). But Sitting on my ass and saying it that I'd do this and that have never really been my style. So from this point I'm gone be like Nike with my actions...and JUST DO IT!! You know about it, for the most part when I'm done and ready for you to acknowledge my moves. This entry today will be my testimony and reality check to remind me....TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE! STOP FUCKING AROUND AND CREATE THE AVENUES OF ACCOMPLISHMENT AND ACHIEVEMENT TO MAKE MY ASS HAPPY ALREADY!!

I think this is an appropriate time to end this log and get to business on the grindaholic road 2 redemption. And shake this sluggish energy fully off I've felt since the year started. By the grace of the universe and almighty, with the power and means to become available, I'll be on my way to Chicago by Sunday morn/afternoon. Its about that time.

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]}

Back 2 Brooklyn Saturday and what else that has been going on.

First things first, Just a heads up, that this Saturday, July 10th. I make my return feat. at a Brooklyn Venue( in general/period) Which is rare for me. A new spot to me, which I look forward to gracing the mic and stage for a good cause.

More words for Haiti (Fundraising event)

Brooklyn Exposure

1401 Bedford ave. (Bet. St. Marks pl & Prospect Pl.)

Brooklyn, NY

Time: 3pm-8pm (Doors open @ 2:30pm)

Cover: $5 Donations

As for what else has been gong on....

I just finished doing an online interview last night. Which I updated everyone on my progress of recent projects, where I stand on how I see the future of spoken word and such. Click the link below if you wish to listen. (My interview starts around the 60 min. mark/9pm when I called in.)

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/agsupreme/2010/07/08/supreme-entertainment

Other than that, still been looking for new employment. Which I need to drag my feet less on and get on the good foot about asap. Looking towards having my own spot around early-mid 2011. So I gotta a lot of work to put in for that to happen. I'm on a mission to extinct any debt and financial woes plaguing me, with no time to waste. So, I'm not going to continue to describe how, but like Nike...just do it! None the less, while thats a work in progress...I'll make sure to keep everyone abreast of other dealings as I go along. Giving you the best of me into the new year ahead.

Peace, positivity and prosperity to you.

-"Honest" Abraham Benjamin

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Grandma's Hands

Last night when I heard this song sung,(one of most classic, timeless songs ever made...in my opinion) at Soul Sweet Sanctuary (show in south Bronx hosted by Singer/songwriter/poet/actress, Zera Preistess) reminded me of the grandma(s) in my fam, that transcended yrs. b4 my start. The ones I never got to meet. But my mom say I remind her of so much. Happy blessed Sunday my people. B-)

We are the World (25 yrs later)

I just wanted to get everyones opinion on the new version of "We Are the World" song/video for Haiti in 2010. I finished watching it a little while ago. And personally, enjoyed it. :) I hope it reaches its purpose. So if you haven't seen it. Here it is.

Have a good one my people.

-Abe

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.

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.

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

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