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...?

My First Feat. @ The Nuyorican Poets Cafe

Recently, I got the honorary opportunity to feat. for the 1st time at the Nuyorican (Feb. 27th) It was kinda a draining night for me. And I got more "Honest" than I ever have in any other feature performance to date. I wasn't in church, but I did, in s sense make a confession to the congregation. Below is one of the major ones I revealed, that have never done b4. I'm still, in some ways, learning to open up to connect the people a I grow in this sacred art form. I believe its one of my most personal poems to date. It hits home to me. Take from it what you will and give me some feedback.

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 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.

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 

Why at a time in my life I didn't wanna speak...so people couldn't jus listen

It may kinda surprise some people who haven't know me before I ended up knee deep in this poetry thing...but I wasn't the most talkative/conversationalist growing up. Though I've heard I still am not by a handfull of people now a days.

When I was younger, I didn't really converse much or want to with most indivisuals I wasn't related to. So most decided to label me with the "shy/quiet" stigma. And don't misconstrue as to why I was. It wasn't that I was afraid, it was that if I ain't know you well by any short measure...I just didn't feel comfirtable being open with you. There are others even some artists and celebrities(including some of your favorite movie stars and such) that are like that even up to today, despite how they act in their profession. But as the years went by, I had no choice but to be active with conversing with strangers if I were to advance and prosper to the point I'm at today. Especially concerning school, distant relatives and at the jobs I held down over the years, given how long I had work there.

I guess with those solitary, reserved yrs. I went through some, if not all that pented up feelings and frustration that came with some missed opportunities (some potential relationships, friendships...etc...) had to come out in some form.

The stigma place on me from an early age started to be lifted little by little as I became more social and progressive in my demanor with my voice and actions regaurding school and other public places....but shades of my past descretions of being the "shy one" came back in some ways. Which affected my learning proccess during my highschool years.(there were some long nights I stayed up, pondering why I was like this and couldn't jus do what seemed to be & look so simple to and for others around me) And though I never openly addmitted it to fam & the few friends I did have. I was in a session of depression. Some wondered what was going on with me...but few bothered to even ask.

I'm not sure if anyone else went through anything even similar to this...and alot of people may be thinking "suck it up and move on already!" but if you can't even phathom to understand what I went through and am talking about...then you don't and won't ever will. Its still not easy for me to understand why I do or did certain things I have done.

But I just think, like M.I.M.S. believes music is his savior....I happen to believe in P.I.M.S.(poetry is my savior) Because i can't begin to tell you what might have done, negatively within these past two and a 1/2 yrs if I hadn't fell knee deep into the art of spoken word poetry and started to realize that WHEN THE TRUTH SPEAKS...JUS LISTEN......

-honest Abe