J.Ivy - Never Let Me Down

Sick lyrics

We are all here for a reason on a particular path
You don’t need a curriculum to know that you are part of the math
Cats think I’m delirious, but I’m so damn serious
That’s why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I’m trying to make it better for these little boys and girls
I’m not just another individual, my spirit is a part of this
That’s why I get spiritual, but I get my hymns from Him
So it’s not me, it’s He that’s lyrical
I’m not a miracle, I’m a heaven-sent instrument
My rhythmatic regimen navigates melodic notes for your soul and your mental
That’s why I’m instrumental
Vibrations is what I’m into
Yeah, I need my loot by rent day
But that is not what gives me the heart of Kunte Kinte
I’m tryina give us “us free” like Cinque
I can’t stop, that’s why I’m hot
Determination, dedication, motivation
I’m talking to you, my many inspirations
When I say I can’t, let you or self down
If I were of the highest cliff, on the highest riff
And you slipped off the side and clinched on to your life in my grip
I would never, ever let you down
And when these words are found
Let it been known that God’s penmanship has been signed with a language called love
That’s why my breath is felt by the deaf
And why my words are heard and confined to the ears of the blind
I, too, dream in color and in rhyme
So I guess I’m one of a kind in a full house
Cuz whenever I open my heart, my soul, or my mouth
A touch of God reigns out

You cry in the rain to hide your tears
Washing them away is what I fear
Hard enough to let them fall
Single drop, standing too tall.

Pray at night so I’m out of sight
Cowering but not out of fright
nor hope, just fatigue and laze
once humbled my vision now lost in haze.

Open book I trace through pages
Beautiful words travelled the ages
Receiving not beyond ones throat
Swallowing truth? Cough, splutter, choke.

This was so amazing I felt I had to post it and transcribe the words.

Oscar Brown Jr - Children of Children

The children of children by the time they’re half grown have habits like rabbits and young of their own

The children of children from their mamas laps hop down to the ground to be taken in traps

The children of children trapped by dark skins to stay in and play in a game no one wins

The children of children while still young and sweet are all damned and programmed for future defeat

The children of children are trapped by adults who fail them then jail them to hide the results

The children of children unable to cope with systems that twist them and rob them of hope

The children of children of sin and ashamed keep pairing and bearing and who do you blame

The children of children cry out every day - they beg you for rescue and what do you say?

May he rest in peace.

Peace be with you!

When I signed up for the Crazy Cycle with Families Relief I knew it would be an event to remember, and thanks to all of you I was able to raise over £2200 towards the orphanage! Don’t believe that we did it? Check out the full gallery here!

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And once again thank you to all of you for your support and encouragement – financial and otherwise!

Peace be with you

Haven’t written on here for ages. Why? Because I’ve been training for my 60 mile cycle from London to Oxford! Why? Because I want to do what I can to help orphans in Bangladesh!

Okay, well theoretically that’s true. I think I’ve done my psychological training than physical, but hey, I’m doing the cycle next Sunday so wish me luck! Actually, wait, there was something else I wanted to ask for…Oh yea, please sponsor me too!

Limbo
Like a place between places
Going somewhere but stuck at an oasis
Stopped to rest and replenish myself
Finding it impossible to regain my health.

Waiting…unsure of what is to come
Hopes for the best prepare to be undone
Plan for worst is the way they say,
Glance at the clock. Will I plan for today?

Mirage
A term well used to describe
The disappointment faced and felt inside.
Water doesn’t exist at the place first sighted
Nowhere to be seen as the fires ignited.

The truth is - there is no end,
Looking for reason to make amend
Then will be seen as the end of time arrives,
The contradiction of a mirage is like the broken sky.

I don’t write prose because it’s harder to hide
Pretend these words have a deeper meaning inside.

Riddles and mixed messages are what I promote
Like telling you my mind is tied to a rope
Running down that non-existent hill
with hopes to witness the morning chill.

The lines between fantasy and reality are blurred
Fatality appears to be my favourite word
With every action, pain incurs
so I no longer listen nor am I heard.

How can I remember when I can’t forget
Cold, but somehow not cold enough yet
The frost melts as the sun rises
The sand scarred with shut eyelids.

Honesty is key to ending this
The truth unlocks a vast abyss
Neverending
Profound
Ignorance -
destroys bliss.

Do you have a vision…
What, like can I see?
No, do you have sight of where you want to be.

I live the days as they come, he says
What happens tomorrow - I can’t guarantee today
So why bother trying to be something I’m not
Striving towards an ends only to end up in a box.

If only lessons could be learnt through words
Life is an experience to be lived, not heard
Yet schooling seems to be the preferred option
Those high horses falling nearest the bottom.

I have a rough idea of the way out
Sketched in my head is an erroneous route.
The checkpoints are determined by ’success’
To which my answers are but a guess.

Right, left, east, west…
Which direction will put my heart at rest?
“Follow this road, then take the second exit.”
Guidance is clear - but on the path I slip.
Plummet into what they call oblivion
Looking to the sky, the sun at meridian.

I once had a vision, it was clear as day
Then the night came and swept it away.
This is why I ask, if indeed you know,
For I understand why, but not the way to go.

Update: 19 Dec 08

I found a verse in the Qur’an that I feel relates to the message I was attempting to convey with this poem:

“And do they not see that We do drive rain to parched soil (bare of herbage), and produce therewith crops, providing food for their cattle and themselves? Have they not the vision?” (32:27)

Abdullah Yusuf Ali comments: The verse begins with “do they not see?”, a physical act. It ends with “have they not the vision?”, a matter of spiritual insight.

I told myself I would write tonight
So I’m not going to sleep till this page isn’t so white
Scratch my head, stroke my chin, what should I say
Sitting in this spot doesn’t exactly pay.
Yet I feel the urge to break the silence
In my head that is, I can never stop the violence
As war and peace collide in the back of my mind
Ok, I admit, that isn’t my line.
Point is, I have something on my chest
Until I get it off I won’t be able to rest but
I don’t know what it is and I can’t find any clues
Like why do I say less every time I speak to you
The only way is to end this piece,
Nothing left to say so I’m out, peace.

This is for you.

Always leaves me with a smile,
A while, since it has been there
So much better than my deadly glare.
Ironic really, the story tells
Forced, abused - pain itself.
Yet always laughing, joking with me
As if, beyond eyes, truth can see.
Fatigued with misery, dreams to be free
Can’t see the leaves, nor the roots of this tree.

Understanding is difficult, advice impossible
Every other step, is more like an obstacle.
Keep struggling I say, and remember to pray
God will guide you from going astray.
Can’t leave the house, ‘dads about’,
No doubt. Like to dress in those clothes,
Freedom of choice? Um, not really, no…

Proving innocence by saying yes
Repulsive how people second guess.
An upward strife, or downward spiral
You will win with that spirit of survival.
Dismissed the comments and kept on going
Fighting so hard your tears aren’t showing.