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

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!!

Time....

Some of us treat it like life should be as...gift. By living in the present, and using the length of it wisely being worth wild. Others treat it like pest that eat your existence clock out of house and home. Letting it make and take you instead of the opposite. I wouldn't call myself an expert, but am a student of life, history...and by some peoples standards, bad timing. 

From my experience, time is a double edged sword. I start everyday I wake up as optimistic as the next man. Thinking I can have a great day today, with my plans firmy in place. Brush, shave, shower, dress and keep an eye on the clock. Having the feeling I'm gonna make it out of here when I need to. For the most part, I do. But never know what surprises are in store for me throughout the day. But somes days, time, makes me rush. Trailblazing like a road runner with no brakes. Knowing whats at stake if I stop it will be a waste. Waiting to enjoy the sweet taste of satisfaction when I've arrive to my destination tardy-less. Cause even with the speed of a demon and lack of patience, time is the acquaintence of no man. I've let it creep up on me too many times to count(when it came to school, work, and doing shows.) and it became, like me, my own worst enemy.

I've done my best to avoid the plagues of my history repeating itself. But like everyone else walking this earth, I'm not perfect. Fact is, at times, mistakes have to beat hard heads till they cum to the realization to learn from them. I guess in some aspect, you can call it trial and error. Life is a experiental process and God is the scientist. As far as I'm concerned, we're concockted in his holy lab, and are following his scientific method. I don't mean to get too religious on people, but thats what I believe. High school was a scientific experiment test for me. I failed it on more than one occasion, due in part to self-diaria procrastination. Once I figured out the right formula and got through it...most of my friends had moved on and I lost touch with a lot of them. 

If you linger on times past which can't be altered...father time will have you...mind body and soul. I've seen how its affected people I know. Thats why its so neccesary to set your own time table. Like when you lose some one close to you or not close, but you do know them(by disease, accident, murder...or was God's will to take them cause it was their "TIME"). Events like this(assassination of black leaders and admirable men and women of the past century, Garvey, Adam clayton powell, malcom, medgar, Lincoln, martin, Coretta, Huey newton, Kennedy, Tubman, Ossie Davis...the list goes on) make you reevaluate time, you existence and what you plan to do with both while your here.

Life is a process. And we are all a work in progress. Also should be graceful enough to open our eyes when a new day arrives to see you've been granted a new opportunity...to use time to your advantage to make history in your lifetime. I'm not trying to preech. I just firmly believe that when I wake up every day, if I haven't done at least one thing productive, prosperous, and positive by the end of it....I've just wasted 24hrs by being in this world.

But whoever reads this may just see it as the ramblings of poet/man that don't know what he's talking about. Take my inciteful message for what it is. I'm just hopefull someone sees where I'm coming from and it helps him/her in some way, shape or form. The truth has spoken....thankyou for listening. 

-Honest Abe