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IN ANY EVENT

IN ANY EVENT
Manifesting a dream by sticking to the script on the team of the righteous what can be better than this
Probably guided although there’s a tendency to drift
The race is not to the Swift
Not to the gifted
But to all who patiently preserve will be uplifted

IN ANY EVENT
it’s not the goal but the process to which we endure
it’s not the gold but the struggle to become pure
sure to win with the love of God
rising above sin to beat the odds
what we’ll receive in return is blessings of the spirit
The ability to discern written down in lyrics
To serve as a legacy never-to-be-forgotten
A theme that can never be switched

IN ANY EVENT
we’ll make it make sense
IN ANY EVENT
By sticking to the script
IN ANY EVENT

Copyright 2020 Kenny Jacobs II
aka Kool The Poet

Black Rose

Artwork, “Black Rose,” by Donald “C-Note” Hooker

Unique and unexpected this black rose.
Its Essence is of a rock, the strength is within…
With the stiff fluffy it does not wither.
My black is beautiful, my black is tough.
Imagine it rising from the concrete?
Think of its scent?
Here, take a whiff,
the eloquent fragrance, it’s Heaven Sent!!!!
The possibilities are endless,
just visualize its song?
The month of February Marks Its Beginning.
You see, in the mind’s eye its resilience is encouraged by the spirit of Mother Nature…
Envision this complicated living, Thug the label I was giving but I didn’t want this.
Runaway slave because I refuse to be crammed in on a slave ship.
Abandoned and rejected like Jesus Christ,
not protected as an adolescent,
not loved by Society, but Still the Lord bless me,
because every time folks strut pass me:
they gawk in amazement because I’m #Mixedish…
Hope you realize you blessed?
The trials and tribulations of a ghetto kid.,
who once didn’t love his Black skin.
Still standing strong through many storms, fingerprint of God.
Nurtured by those with loving hands facilitating its growth–
re storing Justice and healing it’s wounded pedals.
Gorgeous black rose with the life blood of a million Souls Rising through its roots straight from the concrete.

By Darryl Burnside

A Healing Place

A single Hawk Glides across the sky, a sign of Hope. Alone, i stand marveling at this beautiful place. A place of healing wounds that cannot be seen. War a distant memory. The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want. Here he provides me all that I need. A quiet place. He allows me to lie down in Green Pastures, a water bearer to lead me to rest beside These Quiet Waters. A pleasant place to restore my soul. Yes, I’m considered blessed no longer stressed, even though I didn’t travel through muddy waters a search of a mother’s love. Condemned, because of my father’s past transgression. Through it all I fear no evil; for you are with me. When I bowed down on one knee, trembling in defeat, it was you who Lifted me and led me to this Pleasant place of grace and mercy. Surely healing and loving kindness shall follow me all the days of my life.

Inspired by Psalms 23

By Darryl Tyrone Burnside.

Trapped inside a pill

Trying to figure out this feeling?
This feeling is faulty and weakening
why can’t they understand?
Tell me can you understand how it feels
to be caged inside a pill?
It’s like I’m in a comatose state
I can hear you, but I give no reaction
It’s like I’m running out of time
and that’s no lie…
Tell me what’s the problem with a child running wild
but you ridicule us
cuz we can’t stay focused

See it’s a difficult task
concentrating in class
and if you laugh
shit we just might Act a Fool in class
Please I ask that you pay attention
hyperactivity without an ounce of impulse control most of us are cast to The Wind
and labeled a problem child
And please you should never call us stupid
and if you do we won’t hesitate to disrespect you
and throw some blows
just to let you know
and that was never our intentions
Now we’re forced to take a pill
That’s a contradiction
don’t shed a tear for us
cuz we really not happy here
that is not to our advantage
steady telling us it’s needed
So we’re confine to this pill….
Here’s my introduction
wasn’t well born
cause my father didn’t raise me
too busy introducing Mama to crack
It really went down like that
Sneered at behind behind my back in my teenage years
They say my intelligence low
self-esteem was broken
and that led to feelings of inadequacy
Shame and low self worth
See I rather run like super Sonic
the Hedgehog
See I was faster then most
I wish I could have told them that rest is for the weary
Big Mama kept me close
cause she sensed I was dreary
See in this disheartening state
let me be frank
it was hard for me to cope
I felt helpless
and most times like a joke
So tell me how could there be peace?
When this Ritalin wearing down
and I can finally stand on my own
I’m like catch me if you can
like Speedy Gonzalez
How can I remain in the depths of solitude
of being trapped inside a pill.

Dedicated to kids affected by ADHD, ADD and autism.

by Darryl Burnside

Blasphemy

Stagnant
at the crossroads
Trying to figure my path Cautious
as I get to walkin
Lord tell me Why You’ve forsaken meS Since the beginning it’s been rough feeling fucked with no luck

Can somebody tell me why
I can’t sleep with no lights?
Had to lay in bed
spooked
Praying to God
till I see the light

You took my brother from me!
No longer do I have a treasured friend
to confide
in, late nights

This day I’m filled with rage
inflamed
with secret hate
Would you believe?
I was out cast of 13
going through something

Desperado!
Beliefs built on tragedies
and from being ridiculed at school
Cause I couldn’t read a sentence
Excuse me
but please Bitch
Give me distance

If I told you I’m a product of the 80s
incubator baby
So my comprehension ain’t like the rest
So I acted out in school
Started breaking the rules
Now these White folks want me doped up
Hard bitten
from all these ruinous blows
Lord please
don’t let me go

Is it my FATE
to face elimination
at a fast rate
despicable me
I turned into something
I thought I’d never be
I’m on my knees
Like please
Lord Save me!
And even when I turn from you
You never left me alone
cause You cared for me
And when my family left me alone
You was there for me
Thinking about what big mama used to say:
“You was choosen to stand with Christ in the end
so take hold yah shield,
Grip your sword real tight
And stand up!”

Big mama say pray
for yours
and help those
who are too weak to help themselves

But I’m still runnin
through the city
really livin
ruthless
Cause them suckas try to kill me
Now the feeling’s mutual
21-gun salute
I’m quick to shoot
Just like in them Western movies
Used the bottle to drown my sorrows
thinkin I’ll stay shermed-up
to keep from getting wet-up
See I’m just try’n to protect my soul
they said the Lord knows your heart
cause I’m out here on my own

Gotta sleep with the chrome
cause I ain’t got no damn home
Had to do a lot of shit
that I didn’t want to
but I really had to
Survival the fittest
my inauguration to this gang living
Really started robbing
and stealing cause I hate that hungry feeling
Really trying to avoid the killing

Only robbing drug dealers
trying to stay morally correct
Although I disregard Christ
trying to stay morally correct
Although I disregard Christ
I felt his shield right above me
When them dudes hovered above me Feeling his unbounded love
had an effect on my mental state
No more blasphemy

by Darryl Burnside

MR. WARDEN

They call me Mr.Warden
and in my mansion
there are many rooms
Rooms of despair
where nobody cares
If you live or die
Where nobody cares
if you scream or cry
So addicts beware
the high you receive today
Will be the low
I’ll give tomorrow

About the Paintoem
Poem by: Donald “C-Note” Hooker
Painting by: Donald “C-Note” Hooker

“I tell people all the time how important your sketch pieces can be,” says C-Note. “The painting is an unfinished work. The poem, I was thinking about addicts, addiction, and A.A., and how if drug use don’t kill’ya; you’ll likely end up in here.”

[Editor’s Note ]: This Paintoem, like all Paintoems, are given to the public, to have free use rights, so long as acknowledgement is given to the artist(s).Links to other Paintoems:
Mprisond
My Dilemma
Tears of the Mothers
Black August-Los Angeles
More Paintoems

Mr. Warden (Paintoem) available in prints.

THE CRIMINALIZATION OF OUR AMERICAN CIVILIZATION (This Is Not A Manifesto)

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This is my homagization

of Homer’s epic poetization

of the Iliad, which receives glorification

from western civilization

and it’s in that vein of creation

I present to you my poetization

on the criminalization

of our american civilization.

When was its commencization?

Was it with Christopher Columbus, and his infestation

of small pox, on the Indian population?

Is my street spill, a revisitation

on the orgins of this american civilization

whereupon european colonization

was the dominate manifestation

and natives suffered humilation

for christian propagation

and capitalistic subjugation?

With natives being stamped with ineptation

they turned toward their own population

for labor intensification.

Their prisons they went

their street people they sent

to their european colonizations

under a system of indenturification.

Yet this prove insufficient to raise a nation.

So it was the african slave occupation

that would work the plantation

to build the nation

so is it any wonder if this is the commencization

of your nation

that it would lack cultivation

of a so-called civilization?

2.2 mil, the U.S. prison population

the most incarcerated in the history of civilization.

Parents, siblings, spouse, children, are an exponentiation

of those who also feel the effects of incarceration.

You’re hauled-off to your local police station

without some rational explanation

you’re then given legal representation

to defend against a State’s accusation

of some penal code violation.

You’re lacking in bail funding capitalization

so you make an OR application

but the judge has some reservation

so you’re given over to the bailiff, for pre-trial incarceration.

After relocation

to a larger jail holding station

you’ll hear detainee conversation

of police report falsification

and witness testimony fabrication

to cheat you out of an adjudication

that will lead to your liberation.

Now you’re filled with frustration

from a lack of attorney-client communication

so you’re not filled with adulation

in the outcome of a jury deliberation.

Now it’s trial commencization

and the D.A.’s presentation

of the State’s accusation

of your alleged penal code violation

but because of your attorney’s lack of preparation

you’re given poor advocation

of the factual characterization

of what really happened with this situation

regarding the State’s accusation

so now the court issues its proclamation

from your negative jury ajudication

you’re eligible for rehabilitation

so you ask the judge for probation

but the D.A. doesn’t like this recommendation

so slithery-tongue prosecutorial persuasion

is spewed without hesitation

and you’re given years of incarceration

now lack of familial participation

will lead to inner feelings of alienation

that will further hearten your subjugation

and this is just one narration

Like the criminalization

thru politicalization

against those who seek euphoration

for their alleviation

to stressful american situations

by illicit foreign importation

of naroctic stimulation

for self-medication

Why are they stressing over the nature of the narcotic’ legalization

Are we not the Zolof Nation!

So what difference does it make how you seek your intoxication?

This is no way for a nation

to treat a spiritually devoid population

But why did I have such expectations?

Was it due, to my rationalization

of America’s constitutionalization

written towards man’s higher aspirations?

However, due to poor implementation

why should anyone believe in that documentation?

Sorid violations

of systematization

of womanhood molestations

are too numerous for citation

The preventation

of women representation

regarding congressional delegation

is just one manifestation

of this vilification

to constitutional implementation

Let’s not talk about the brutalization

of the black population

thru white intimidation

and his racial segregation

Tho lacking in sophistication

it did lead to black intepidation

thank God for white motivation

for national reconciliation

thru civil rights passation

and restoration

of our haloed constitutional documentation

So take this into consideration

Go visit another State on vacation

then leave out on probation

this is what we do as a nation

this criminalization

of our American civilization

and always a history of demonization

on the next population

of immigration

But for my final observation

It regards poor funding in education

for the eradication

of the minority population

Blacks statistically 12% of U.S. population

but 50% of its incarceration

Tupac citations

ain’t got shit, on my enunication

in this undercover operation

to conceal my true representation

for this was a manifestation

on the criminalization

of our American civilization

by Donald “C-Note” Hooker

Here is the audio version:
THE CRIMINALIZATION OF OUR AMERICAN CIVILIZATION (This Is Not A Manifesto)

[Editor’s Note]: For more epic poems by this poet:
It Must End!: BLACK FEMALE BOYCOTTS AGAINST BLACK MEN IN THE PEN
STRADIVARIUS: Play Her Like
CAN’T BLACK LIVES MATTER TOO???
The World’s Greatest Threat: Being Black With Self-Respect

Here are audio links:
It Must End!: BLACK FEMALE BOYCOTTS AGAINST BLACK MEN IN THE PEN
STRADIVARIUS: Play Her Like
CAN’T BLACK LIVES MATTER TOO???

WHEN WE WERE MEN

When we were men.

The world was defined through our own eyes. We controlled the fate of others and destiny of our own lives.

We were the world spiritual leaders, standard setters, nation builders, and beauty definers.

We were the world rulers conquerors, and solution finders.

When we were men.

But, those were the days back then.

Today our lives are governed by other men Beauty is no longer dark.

The opposite of ourselves in our own eyes is today’s beauty mark.

We have lost sight of our vision abilities.

No more responsible men of self-respect. But those who forsake their families.

No more days of conquering men or at least the power of independence among world leaders.

But a day of pacifist and compromisers depending on the minds of others.

No more men of God teaching us the 360 degrees of the sacred Arts & Sciences.

Just spiritual pretenders and religious puppets flaunting another man’s ignorances.

Our sixty foot egos that once stood but has since crumbled into dust.

We sons of Pharaoh’s who roam the earth confused while helpless.

Like pawns in a chess game our lives our played like toys

For we have lost our self-respect in this world as men

For today WE ARE BOYS

by Tut’shkm-Peth