Friday, December 16, 2016

WHY AREN'T THINGS STILL THE SAME


If it weren’t for the successful, we could have cherished everybody
It isn’t about Black, White, hybrids, Asians; look at united struggles
It is about love for advancement and promotion of freedom to all
It is a demarcation of living the real American Dream for all as opted
If not today, why hoping it’ll come in the ideal world of tomorrow.

Freedom riders’ imagination is dead, fewer dreams are followed
Liberty is no longer spoken about, it exists in the wonderful world
Dreams are the fountain of the American love but they are in exile
It was not created to end in cells energy, but instead recharge them
When it is totally gone, we don’t differ from who we ascended from.

No need of hard labor for survival, no need of two inches’ mattress
Hard work needs to yield us good life, hard work needs to relieve us
Fewer of the street smartness, but allow more fruits for our success
Let it be about the right decision, don’t let it be of poor mannerism
Let it not be about the skin tone, let it not be about poor decisions.

Obama is about our performance, Langston freed us back then
Let us all move towards light, darkness would not be a good choice
Use our computers for reasoning, decision making, not crime making
The ‘I Have a Dream’ speech should be our motto, not our memory

Stand with America, stand with your liberty, undermine empty boosts.

Wednesday, December 7, 2016

EARLY MORNING ROUTINES

Falling down at about the finest moment of the night dream.
Wish if she could not have left with the Eastern blowing breeze.
Now see learn not to wonder in the world of liberty and peace.
For that who was meant to never wake up for me but in me.

Darken but shining internally, now there is implication to dream inside.
Battling with the superstition of failure to defeat while half dozing.
In the bloom there is what to see, wondering if I will stare at the sea.
Being wrapped in the eggshell all around me, will I see the outer me?


Staring down the road in black color spreading narrowly indeed.
How wishes wish to wish my early day of praise, it's another chance. 
Withstanding the mimicking that is a burden to keep, not to achieve.
In the night net when the connections and signals are bridged.

Never mind now, there is a cut in the sleep, it hasn't been before.
There is need to make feel like it is always worthy the price  
Coming from the heart of the canopy in the midst dark continent.
It is understood how you struggled indeed, could life be likewise?