A STEP BACK-Hard times- THE INTERNAL TEMPEST

My written word is testament...its shouts shall echo through time. For I am, for you are, for we are the lost generation that is being found/rediscovered.

To those who do not see though their eyes are wide open... open your mind.

To You who is alive and does not live... open your heart. 

To You who speaks and cannot be heard...let your hands speak for you...

To us whose screams are nothing but whispers in the deafening silence... let our souls scream for they will be heard.

We.. We have personified word... with our minds we fueld the bombs that target the soul

Words....

Words coupled with actions can cause an unwanted attraction of senseless connotations and denotations which can and will drown the tainted soul.... 

For... For there is a wild internal tempest that rages as the winds of doubt begin to blow

And I wonder...I wander whose words or actions could calm the raging spirit which i have dubbed the internal tempest.

The winds batter the very branches of the tree that once nurtured... let not the mere mortal destroy what only He can create.

Let not a cocktail of worthless words from a damaged soul be the oxygen in your veins that slowly suffocate the tainted soul.

Let not the web of illusion capture the spirit as it takes flight...

Let My written word serve as a testament

Let its shouts echo through time...For I am, for you are, for we are the lost generation that is being found/rediscovered.

Let those who do not see though their eyes are wide open... open their minds.

 You who is alive yet does not live... open your heart

You who speaks and cannot be heard...let your hands speak for you

Let Us  whose screams are nothing but whispers in the deafening silence... let our souls scream for they will be heard.

With our words of hope can heal the broken soul...

With our actions of kindness we can calm the internal tempests

Your words of cruelty may just be the final push a broken soul needs to finally stop trying to get up...We die once BUT the SOUL DIES A THOUSAND TIMES!

The Journey Continues... The hard times- IMPERFECT SCULPTURE

There walk down memory lane is a fun,dificult and emotional journey which will be sharing with you in my diary...The Diary Of A Blaque Diamond. Like we all go through our ups and downs, many of us go through more downs than ups. This part of the diary is the painful part where one experienced days of wothlesness, betrayal, loneliness and times of anger,hatride and guilt. Take a walk with me with a clear mind, take a walk in my shoes, feel the pain felt by me and those around me... This piece was writen during the time of worthlesness... This is... THE IMPERFECT SCULPTURE.


IMPERFECT SCULPTURE

In your eyes,
In YOUR eyes I'm the figure of Imperfection
In your mind,
In YOUR mind I'm an incomplete statue...
You see yourself re-sculpturing me
Molding me into YOUR symbol of perfection!
In you heart,
I'm YOUR heart I'm nothing but a shamful burden
But deep down you see a lot of you in me!
To every one I am different...
But to YOU I am IMPERFECT
Its time you realized...
None of us are perfect.
I may be imperfect in your eyes, mind and heart
This is ME the Imperfect one.
I have my flaws where my beauty lyes...
I may have more than you but it makes me, me!
I am proud to be...
Proud to be seen through your eyes...
As THE IMPERFECT SCULPTURE
This is me... THE IMPERFECT SCULPTURE!

The Journey Continues - The Stolen Soul

There comes a time in all our lives where we reach a roadblock formed by our past and present. The feeling of emptiness overwhelms you...your heart pounds so slow you feel the air slip in and out of your body... nolonger do you feel alive, alone when surrounded by family, lost in a familure place...your soul has gone missing... your soul is...The Stolen Soul.


THE STOLEN SOUL


Walking down the path to destruction
The heart yanked from your cacoon
The mind has frozen...
Notions confused by fake emotions.
Eyes wide open...
Yet they see nothing.
Ears unblocke...
Yet they hear nothing!
Mouth moving ...
Yet you make no sound
You're in a room of torture and torment
Sitting in the chair of execution
Joints soldered together by fear
Swimming in a sea of sorrow
Yet you go no where.
You wonder why...?
Why your voice goes unheard...
Why your ears have gone deaf...
Why your eyes nolonger see...
Why your notions are confused by emotions...
Why your mind has frozen...
I'll tell you why...
Your body is an empty  cacoon without your soul.
For your soul is...
Your eyes,
Your ears,
Your heart and your voice.
Your soul has disapeared...
Your soul is...
THE STOLEN SOUL!

Haves n Have Nots

14 September 2011
The day all became clear
You sat talking about the enlightend soul who you and your has regard as a have not...
You watched,laughed and entertained the dirt being poured on the enlightend one.
Laying in a place she once called home,tears flowing as she hearz your Haves calling her a Have Not...
Funny how you forget...
Funny how you wil regret for life is a circle of cruelty...
You and Your Haves wil have your time as Have Nots.
Forget not those who have been there through out your periods of Haves and Have Nots for they are true to you.
She lay staring into space...
Her heart is bleeding...
Her spirit's screaming...
Her soul is sinking.
Now she knows where to from here.
She is proud to be...
A HAVE NOT.

Thank You-CALEY...

This is a long overdew post...Before i carry on, I would like to express my gratitude to the gentle soul CINCERE MARLEY.

Not knowing where my word would fall
You extended your ear
for in me you saw a talent i knew i had but never understood its extent.
Not knowing where it will lead
You assured me of its path
Holding you guiding hand of assurance,genuine Overstanding
You showed and continue to show the way.
For in you you i found JAH'S own sculprure... 

For she is...
she who has accepted, embraced and celebrated the artistic ideals of their sculptor is truly blessed for no other person can truly appreciate the artwork if the sculpted does not...celebrate YOU in your entirety for you are celebrated by those whose lives you have touched... in you i Embrace and Appreciate the masterpiece that is your soul, the masterpiece that shines through your outer being...in you i found Jahs' true masterpiece with locks that grace the ground when praying... 

Thank you my sistah... today i gave you your Celtic/Gaelic Name...as of today i shal refer to you as CALEY9 BRAVE WORRIOR)

The day the child of ZION graces AZANIA'S soil, true Healing shall begin...again i thank you.

The Poetic Journey continues...THE APOLOGY OF A NUBIAN PEARL

Aug 17 2009

To those who feel as though i am imposing in your lives I DEEPLY APOLOGIZE. I PROMISE to true TO ME AND ONLY ME, to care for people to a certain extent, to not stay longer where one has stayed long enough, to not ask questions where it is not necessary, to live for today for tomorrow may not be mine.and to count my words for some day they will run out.

WORDS; a powerful medium yet some know not their true power. to those who i have said a lot of meaningless yet hurtful things to I apologize, to those who i have asked too many questions I apologize, to those who i have said too much to yet they did not understand what i was saying hence plunging them into a deep state of confusion, I apologize. to you whom i offend each time i open my mouth...I apologize...for it was not my intentions, at times the truth comes out the why its meant for sugar coating it makes it seem too fake and common...STILL I APPOLOGIZE for not everyone has the ability to accept the truth.

This is my apology... THE APOLOGY OF A NUBIAN PEARL

The Rose of Rare Beauty

Growing up in a small town where popularity was determined by the wealth of your family, the cost of  the clothing you wore and parties you’d throw. I had no rich family, I had no expensive clothes, I had no expensive accessories… made the best of what I could, for me I was a rose that was yet to blossom, yet to be discovered for I was beautiful in my own right…although  in your eyes I never was the one everyone would notice…I knew I was a rose, a rose seen by a lucky few….I AM THE BLACK ROSE

 

                                                                                      BLACK ROSE

Black Rose

A rose of rare beauty  

Patience is your key

Started as a bud set in earth

Our mothers’ incubator

Nurtured, nourished in her womb

Her love and warmth hailed from above

No one knew your beauty

Black Rose

Your growth a wonder

Patience still your key

Your secret remains unknown

You stretch your body from the soil

Your face cocooned in your hands

Your season arrives

Your face begins to show

Your beauty finally shines

BLACK rose

You are true beauty

You are my wonder

Sweet lies nurtured you

Whispers from strangers gave you your shine

Black ROSE

My rose of rare beauty

Beauty that remains in the eyes beholder

Black Rose

Rose of rare beauty

You are, I am

Black Rose