PoeticStreetz

You Promised

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Sat, 25 Sep 2010 17:46:00 -0700

(To find out more about this poem visit: http://www.profoundt.com/pts-fables/2010/9/25/baby-scare.html)

I’m conflicted
Everything that I knew has been shifted
This burden not lifted and I am losing my mind
Incapacitated with these thoughts in my head
I can’t go to bed ….worry has lead
Me down this road, where I feel I’ll explode
And be broken into insignificant pieces
Where my life is mere thesis and used as confetti
Along the Serengeti of someone else’s journey
I am hurting ……….don’t find this disturbing
If you have never reached this point in your life……..

For the plight I endure makes me insecure
And uncertain of what is the befall me
They’re stalling………..
O Lord they’re stalling!
And won’t provide answers
This anticipation menaces like cancer,
And I am the lantern
Who’s oil is about to dwindle
O God,
My God,
Rekindle this fire
Consecrate me with the iron and rod of
Correction, cause I……
Am stressing and guessing on what you have already promised

This wait is the longest
You promised
Oh My God you promised

Me,
This daughter,
And it feels like she’s slipping
Through my fingers like water.
Please let me embark of this harbor,
Of…..
Tranquility
No one else seems to be feeling me

They have compassion but what I am asking
Is for a net of safety.
Don’t let me go crazy

My love for you is amazing and
I will still love you in spite of your decisions
But I ask that this tension be made into
Joy………
Cause……..
You promised

Like Abraham and Isaac, i’m realizing
That this is only a test
But the axe is coming down and I am at my weakest…..
Point.

I have no choice but to trust
You at this climax before the resolution
Confusion …..
Is just fusion of me being conned
Into me thinking I’ve been robbed
Of what you have already promised
And the rest is just me being tarnished
By circumstance

Nothing is just happenstance
So I ask that when you deliver
That I will learn what you were teaching
And stop reaching for my own understanding.

System Reboot

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Sat, 31 Jul 2010 12:19:00 -0700

(to be performed at a venue near you)

Some systems seem to be institutes
Of trepidation,
hiding the truth is endless
Paper-made trails of documentation and
Sanctions are made for threats to the community
Where you and me proctor tests as simple means to
Disguise the lies bureaucracy provides to make it seem like
We’re trying to make a real change
When the real change is in pockets
while sockets of social inequalities still exist
since people can’t seem to visualize this
And the greed and gluttony of officials stands as bottomless pits
We as community advocates stand corrected
Every time rejected by the youth
Who say to this system
They won’t accept it
Disgruntled we fumble at making a difference
Whether we’re standing in front of classes
Or in front of a pulpit
So we rearrange some things to satisfy job requirements
transition from one of learning to a classical conditioning environment
And raise children of this age who don’t think on their own
Get real attitudinal with them and never allow them to voice opinion
Because “you ain’t grown!”
We disown, brilliant minds
Because they spend too much time disrupting our
Mundane classes
And the problem is evident
But some of us have 20-50 vision
So we need glasses

Still we work outside of our professions
Suddenly become physicians
For a child who no longer has physical fitness
And is expected to sit for an hour and a half
You do the math….
It definitely doesn’t add up…
Still
We Diagnose and prescribe
Treat some students as magazines
We subscribe, to the minds that pacify our egos
We roll to the beat of our own drum
And become calloused with malice in our hearts
Killing dreams we, instead of impart
Depart from the mission
The mission to witness
And save,
and behave like psychotic neurotic robotic
Machines, we glean from the rules and regulations
Filled with robust language that says nothing
But how our children are becoming…….
Statistics,
Our pension is comprised of the lynching
Of youth
And it’s time to reboot
Our systems
Anytime the community
Focuses on a once a month youth convention
And expect for it to make a significant difference
I’d say we’re sadly mistaken
Like the kids repeatedly say….man, you… fakin’
Or are seriously misinformed

I urge ye therefore brethren
To go within arms reach
And teach from the depths of your soul
Cause kids can’t read and write
And frankly, that mess is getting old
We should have gotten over that when we stopped being sold
Into slavery
Now the handicap is not the man but
It’s our own lack of bravery
And it angers me
To see the perpetuation of the cycle
Like recycled old rags we hand down our trash
To the next generation
Then talk about their misbehavior as if they haven’t
Learned it from this make-shift nation

Advocates of the truth have been silenced
Because if they speak to the problems
There’s that unsettling feeling of job insecurity
And youth development is no longer the focus
But it’s workforce truancy

And if we are absent
Our kids are strapping and lacking
True character
Or they’re branded with a label
I’d say 98% of them are fables
Just the way in which the hand rocks the cradle
Which continues the behavior
Until a kid messes up so much there’s nothing left over to savor
And its cyclical
Nothing about this set up mystical
We drug kids because we don’t want to exert
The energy to actually teach to their needs
They show us a little activity or challenge
And we say to them……
Girl please
I got mine so you gotta get yours
Never take the time to see more…..
We soar and trample our kids emotions and livelihoods
Onto classroom floors
And hoard anger and frustration
Dispense it like it’s a new found language

And parents stand by anticipating modifications
Complaining, as if they’re not the number one factors
In their child’s success, we need to adjust this redress of grievance
Stop passing the buck and deal with our own demons
Cause your behavior might make our break your kids future
Maybe if you focused more on being an example, your child wouldn’t be
Advanced in lessons of kama sutra
And the rooster….is crowing
It’s a new day and we need to start
Going…
Going with the truth
And the truth is , our minds need a systematic reboot
Reboot the way we think about
The educational process
Unlock this door to change
Like a locksmith
There is no one facet to this situation
And sitting and twiddling our thumbs
Will only cause more anguish
Patience is a commodity we can not afford
Stop looking at the surface and get to the core
It’s us…..on the crux of catastrophe
And I’ll be daggon if I sit by watching
While it’s happening

We need to begin to grasp the issues
Stop wiping away the dirt and grime of this time with soft felt tissue
and arise to the challenge
the challenge, of imbalance within the culture
social systems are devouring our children
like vultures
Yet we sit on the sidelines and ride the bench
as if we’re spectators
this ain’t the NFL or NBA
You ain’t in the limelight and even if you were
Forget the haters
Take strides toward momentous change
And let your veins flow with compassionate
Blood, whether you’re from the hood,
Suburbs or sticks
It’s all good
We should
Stand up for what we believe in
Get behind the lives of these kids
and mend the broken pieces
cause we all play a part in this system
and now that the cat’s out of the bag
the underlying issues are no longer a secret
It’s time to stand up and move with a cause
All bets are off
Our youth will not fail
That’s of course if we’re not hung up
On the concept of betrayal
Let’s sail into new horizons
The truth is before us
We don’t need to find it.
Change…..we need it!

ProfoundThought's Website

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Sat, 24 Jul 2010 22:04:00 -0700

I've been working diligently to provide you all with a site that you can easily access to find out more about who I am as a person, and my engagements. This site also gives you further opportunities to voice your opinions about certain topics.

Feel free to visit at: http://www.profoundt.com

Is this how you want to parent?

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Mon, 28 Jun 2010 13:14:00 -0700

Black Parenting

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Mon, 28 Jun 2010 11:21:00 -0700

If your child misbehaves, you know the answer,
Take out the rod and show who’s the master.
Tell him if he doesn’t follow, exactly what you say
You’ll take him out this world just like you brought him in that day
Beat the living daylights out of him until he complies
Never take out a moment to speak to his heart and mind
Don’t read research books, that’s completely absurd
Perpetuate the cycle of confusion and do what YOU learned
Cause back in the day…
Our parents didn’t tolerate disrespect
Of for that matter, any other foolishness
We did what they said
And there was no question
Never assisted our parents with character
Even if they needed the correction…
-PT

After serious reflection and contemplation I’ve come to this conclusion….Black parenting makes absolutely no sense. If you have to spank your child for the same thing over and over again, obviously the spankings aren’t working. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure that out, but many of us, act as if it does. We have been brainwashed by our own upbringings.

Our only resolve to the lack of character development within our children seems to be “the mighty rod of correction.” We say it all the time, “spare the rod, spoil the child,” but like a wise woman in church said one day… “It doesn’t say abuse the rod either.” More often than not, the dominating traits within our child(ren) are manifestations of our characters or lack thereof.

I have yet to find an African American parent that will say, “Yea, Shaniqua is lying because I have the tendency to embellish the truth while talking to my girlfriends over the phone.” It’s a harsh reality but we need to start owning our own mess. Children only mimic what they see, and what we see as microscopic in nature is actually magnified 100 times in a child’s eyes.

Spankings, time-outs or demonstrations don’t always work, and sometimes they actually backfire because you only get temporary compliance. Your child(ren) will act out when you’re not around because he/she has only learned not to make decisions around the enforcer and when I say decisions I mean exactly that…….decisions. Children have to feel free to make decisions and they will not always be what we think are correct. If they don’t feel safe enough around you to make them, they will try testing the waters in school and other environments where you have no control. Does that mean we spank or beat them?

Have you ever tried talking or working through a problem together? Yeah, I know this sounds absurd to black parents, but as absurd as it is…..it works at times. Your child not only learns critical thinking, but that you actually care. Discipline does not always have to be negative. As a matter of fact I prefer instruction rather than the word discipline. Kids hate that word and discipline implies the need to control.

Ask yourself, what is it that you want for your child? Do you want an obedient adolescent that listens to every wind and doctrine or one that thinks for him/herself based off their own convictions? I chose the latter but the process of getting there is still rocket science to me right now. Parenting is difficult and it takes actual work. I believe people immediately spank their kids because it’s the easiest solution, especially if you’re tired, just got in from work or are trying to keep people from thinking that you’re this soft, passive parent.

Please don’t think I’m saying spankings should be ruled out altogether. That is definitely not the case. Some things call for a spanking but you have to discern what those things are and you still have to talk to your child(ren).

Now, I haven’t completely figured out everything but I know one thing is for sure; I won’t be providing the same consequences and expecting different results.

Image found at: www.stuffnigerianpeoplelike.com/

Why I did not Blog

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 11:51:00 -0700

Fellow Readers,

It's been some time since I've been up here. As you all know, life happens and sometimes, people happen....if you get my drift. Some just know how to push those buttons and leave you in a rut, left fending for yourself, because they said something to question your character or take you out of character. Nevertheless,I can't really blame them for my own mishaps, because when it comes down to it, I am responsible for my own behavior. Sometimes it can be difficult. You may find yourself grown still acting like a child, wanting to punch someone in the face for something they did or said. Stress takes its toll on you and you don't have time or may not feel like doing anything else because, in the words of my fellow co-worker.....you're drained.

I say all this to say...."I simply did not have time to post stuff." You ever have so much crap happening to you that you thought someone was conspiring against you? I mean "A" might not even know "B" but you just feel somehow, they are connected, because there is literally, no way possible for everything to seemingly go on a decline at the same time.

You have to agree with what I'm saying. Problems are enemies to no one. You can be the wealthiest in the world and still have problems. What I don't get is why, people act like you shouldn't have them and that you should always be on your "A" game. Excuse me, unless you have supernatural abilities, you will fall off at some point. Whether it be from posting to your blog, relationship, parenting, working or what have you....you will not perfect everything in your life time. So give people a break. Let them come up for air. And most of all, give yourself one. You have to get dry mouth from talking about people so much. If you give yourself a break and provide others mercy, maybe you will avoid the white crust that forms on the cracks of your mouth from talking so much and the stench of halitosis.

Somebody said that in order for someone to want to follow a blog, you have to talk about people. How about....let's talk about our own junk. If we start there, we'll talk for days. Anyways.......

Sorry for chatting you up. Time for me to give my mouth a break..well, my fingers. I should be more current with my posts now, however,that doesn't mean my problems have subsided....it just means I now have time and energy.

image found at: www.kf6nvr.net/blog/archives/cat_work.html

Dear Imprisoned Voice

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Fri, 18 Jun 2010 11:15:00 -0700

Dear Imprisoned Voice,

I apologize for the lies that I use to disguise you, for the emotional abuse you cried through. My sincerest regrets for wanting to reject you, then conveniently upset you, by forcing you to come from beneath your hiding place.

Please once again make haste and chase any and every vulgar, irrefutable outrageous
And outlandish item discussed within your presence, because my words recently roll off my lips like heaven. But not in the sense of being a place of rest, just one of distress when the individual discovers my words to be untruthful but initially easy to digest.

I beg you dissect all that is uncovered. Find a way to overcome this lover of acceptance. Force me to release you and stop being reckless—provide you leverage and wisdom…..

Controlled from the folds within this cranium so that I can unlock you from the chains that have stained my character.

Sincerely,
ProfoundThought

(image found at: www.soldiersperspective.us/.../ )

VISUAL ADDICTION

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Wed, 19 May 2010 20:49:00 -0700

I’m inflamed by
This shallow, sadistic, sickenin’
Ritalin needing, hyper- active
Media-based society
Getting mad, can’t stand
This set-up and
The fire
We….
Cast ourselves into
On a consistent basis
It’s like we’re casing
Our own homes when we
Disown our ability
To absorb information
Some of us are disgracin’
Our ancestors
Who worked hard so we could read
People check the Internet and their blackberries
Like its air they need to breathe

It’s said if you want to keep
A person ignorant
Contain your information in a book
People don’t want to read
All they want to do is just look
Cat’s have shook nations
Through literary devices
Imagery, synecdoche personified in writing

You see this generation
Wants to see pictures and be entertained
Impressing the images from videos,
Internet and porn
Until it’s stuck in their brains
Retained the information
But can’t soak up academic courses
People running around confused
Can’t seem to make the right choices

Try to get people to read
So you place your information on the net
Post a couple pictures and videos
Just to get their palettes whet

Could you take a second
And leverage your intellect?
With reading something that’s
More than gossip or things that dilute
Consciousness?
Cause in the moment
You’re growing

And what you watch or read is how you’ll connect
And if it’s shallow and simple
That’s exactly what you’ll reflect

image found at: http://www.kazete.com.tr/images_haber/2009/03/02/internet_1.jpg

Credit Card DECLINED

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Sat, 1 May 2010 01:09:00 -0700

Ever see someone pull up to a cashier in a grocery aisle
Cart stacked up high like food was going out of style?

Or maybe you were waiting at a fast food restaurant
Person ahead of you took forever cause they wanted to order up the chart

Could’ve even happened while you were strolling in the mall
Somebody couldn’t foot the bill
You could tell cause they were off the wall

Fussing and cussing, saying the cashier must’ve made a mistake
No need for drama, save it for your mama, you knew the truth that would await

You just tried to gamble to see if you could handle,
One more purchase on your card
Now you have to perform,
In the midst of this storm
Because being embarrassed is hard

Now not everyone
Who pulls this stunt
Starts to scream and shout
Some of us mumble, our performance is subtle
We just say
“I got money in my account”

Shake your head
Walk away
Everyone knows the truth
Cause they’ve done it before
Will do it some more
As long as you have no proof

(image found at: www.elliscountyobserver.com/?p=10466)

Fat America

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Fri, 30 Apr 2010 21:17:00 -0700

My country tis of thee
Sweet land of pork and beans
Of thee I sing…
Land where my fathers died
From all that chicken fried
From every countryside
Let freedom ring…..

They say it’s violence that’s killing America’s people
Heart disease and diabetes is the real consistent
Impending sequel
Somehow I seem to see through,
The veil
People don’t want to own it
They just stick with the obvious details.

Somehow we’ve derailed from the truth
People are assassinating themselves
No need for John Wilkes Booth.
I root….
For the cause but also
See things from an objective perspective
All these obese individuals in America…

We need to make changes and I mean
As a collective….
Unit,
Pursuant to a severe degree of urgency
We over do it,
Go through it
Then cry emergency

(Pause)

Excess fat back, pig feet, and chitlins
Burger King, Micky Dees, Wendy’s
Just a tidbit sickenin’

We sittin’ in our kitchens
Frying everything we can
Call it southern cooking but
Expanding like rubber-bands
And….
We don’t stop until we’re knocked out
On the floor
Excess country
So use to the concept
Of “gimme more”

I implore us to ensure that our children
Are not left as orphans
Especially since we like sugar coating everything
And excreting fib endorphins

We’ve been subtly endorsing
This negative gluttonous behavior
Until we find ourselves in danger

Myself included…..

Let’s not…

Dig ourselves into an early grave
And pave
The way for our children to follow
Cause when they’re sick
What other tomorrow can we borrow?

(image was found at: http://www.babble.com/CS/blogs/strollerderby/archive/2008/12/26/they-say-schools-near-fast-food-makes-fat-kids.aspx)

Dez Bryant....Is Your Mother A Prostitute?

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Thu, 29 Apr 2010 20:28:00 -0700

(this image was found at: http://www.miamiherald.com/2010/04/28/1601113/miami-dolphins-gm-apologizes-to.html)

Stop!
And rewind
Please just take a moment and allow me
To replay that line…..
“Is your mother a prostitute?”

Somebody must have said
That prostitution is hereditary
I’m still trying to figure out
If asking a question of that latitude is ordinary

And who has the balls to come out
And ask someone’s most sacred business?
As a result of Ireland’s negligence
It’s now full blown and broadcast on television

I wish you would ask me what my mother did……..

That doesn’t have anything to do with
All the hard work, blood, sweat, and tears I put in.

Just to make it this far, then to be humiliated….
I don’t care what your concerns are
Your interview was over-rated!

Imagine walking in a job interview to work at a school
And then have them ask about all the dudes..
Your mother slept with.

Perhaps they should question
Whether you sister is trickin’
And if she’s not
What kind of positions….
She likes in bed

I mean there’s no limit to what
They should be able to ask
Working for the NFL
Gives them a free pass…..

To harass and make you feel less of a person.

Props to Bryant
He could have been in there cursing
Cause that…….
Was a cheap shot

Anybody feel different?

Please DO Stop the Music

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Tue, 20 Apr 2010 22:42:00 -0700

(soon to be peformed at a venue near you)

Nowadays the shackles of bondage are imperceptible
Embedded in the chambers of conscience
Gradually penetrating the inseparable
Mind, spirit, body and soul
Streams of melodies seamlessly
Travel the airwaves and load
Megabites of information
That corrupt your hardrive
Making you think you’re a
G, thug, beauty queen or that you’re barely alive
And it’s infiltrating everyone’s system
Need to be injected with that so called truth serum
Viruses uploaded, you don’t know it
Constantly siphoning your identity
With every encounter, you’re devoured and become a different being

Brainwashed by its seductive and soothing caress
Oppositional defiance a direct result
Of being held under duress
Because if it were a cop
You’d be imprisoned by its words
Never to escape it
In constant contact, like germs
And the only sanitizer is to embrace the positive kind
Music hits the soul, so you gotta peep the vibe

Because it will have you in instant transition
Happy at one moment,
The second…realizing what your missing
Ever listened
to a love song to put you in the mood
Amp up the volume of demolition lyrics
To make sure you’re fueled?

Try playing a sad love song
You’ll immediately reminisce the frustration
Caused by your significant other
Or if you’re single,
Fantasize a situation

And all you have to do
Is touch that dial,
or change your Cd to hear what you wish he’d say to you

(sings)
“It started when we were younger you were my….
My booooooo….”
Loved………… you, feel warm and cozy inside
Until you hear these lines

(Sings)
“You look so dumb right now, standing outside my house
Trying to apologize
You’re so ugly when you cry
Puhlease just cut it out”

And that’s when things go south
You just get deranged and start thinking about

Sings

"I bust the windows out your car
Know that I did it cause my broken heart"

Next thing you know your angry
Maybe, just maybe that’s why your safety is impaired

Especially if you’re a dude
And all you do is swear….

Sings
"You can’t man em then you mop em
You can’t stand them
Then you drop em
Cause we pop em like a Orville redenbacher
Mother---"

What?
Maybe that’s why you got relational problems
And we got babies without fathers
And mothers who harbor resentment
Insecure with low self-esteem
And kids who are inches…..
Away from the slammer
Better get on your knees
And just pray to make it today
Like MC hammer

Cause music is corrupting
And un-tucking us from our prepared
Beds of freedom
Cursing God in various lines of genre
Talking bout how we don’t need Him

But the enemy
Finds the inner me
Through the energy of a beat
Comprised and put together by those who
Expunge their heartfelt emotions
Onto loose leaf
As we repeat
the words
The words
The words
Ya heard….
Ya heard
Ya heard

Ya heard
Ya heard
Ya heard
The words
The words
The words

See….
All I had to do was put it in a jingle
Now you’ll have it stuck in your brain
On the train singing this
Lethal
Dose of gibberish
Since it had a catchy tune
Some of you argue the point
Music has no impact
Ya’ll just hot air balloons….

Don’t assume
You can’t be motivated by lyrics
If that’s the case
Why do people want to hear it?

Won’t you play Lil’ Wayne or use his lyrics
As a hymnal
Romance your spouse
With “I hate you so much right now”
And try to re-kindle
An ounce of relationship
You were trying to bring back to life

Or

Maybe they should play the slow version
Of amazing grace at a wedding
Take away all the sound
Off the reels and movie settings

Cause music doesn’t impact

We can see tv without sound
Just be intrigued by words coming out mouths
I beg to differ
Unlike you
I won’t live in denial

How bout
You re-shelve your cds, mp3s and cases
See if your life takes a positive turn
When you start erasing
Negativity and lust from your going through
Your auditory sense
Maybe you be less inclined
To pop a nine or raise up your fist

(sings) Cause music makes the world go round
Try adding to it a positive sound

And see the difference

The Irony of Our Nation's Capital....Washington DC

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Mon, 12 Apr 2010 11:41:00 -0700

It’s ludicrous
How we’re doing this
To our own people

Slowing down
The pace of our race
And the taste for blood
Is on the palettes of many
Bloodthirsty vampires in thug apparel
They really
Don’t care about those ensnared
They just keep on sinning ….

I envy
Those who find peace
And sleep
While the streets
Are invaded
If you can carry burdens
Then man
I’m heavy laden

They say life is what you make it
But I take it
A lot of people out here
Haven’t made it much
Or they’ve been touched
By a rush of bad luck
Where $1 buck requires due diligence
And I know they’re sick of this……

Selfish society
While capital hill
Sees these acts as mere improprieties
And we silently
Pass them by
With our judging eyes
And say it’s pathetic
When easily our love could be their anesthetic but…
We let it …

Continue on its course
In all sorts
And build forts around them
Hear shots ricochet
And we allow them
And for those who try to escape
We drown them
In oxymoronic jargon

Like you can’t get foodstamps
If you’re homeless
That’s as bogus
As spokeless wheels to a bike
That’s like saying here’s a handout…..
To lift you from poverty

Sike!
We didn’t mean it really
You get out the hood?
You…..
Don’t be silly

And if that isn’t enough
We say stuff like
They depend on the government
Too much
Probably wouldn’t
If getting off the system
Wasn’t so darn tough

I must
Be going
But let this be a word
To the prudent…..
If ever a moment arises
Where you lose a loved one, a job etc
You could be going through this…..

Show some love.

The Traffic Demon

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Sat, 10 Apr 2010 09:55:00 -0700

If you ever think you’re perfect
And never make any mistakes
Take a drive at 5pm one day
You’ll literally pump your brakes

Because traffic does some things to you
To make you extremely surprised,
Sit and have to wait long enough
Your new self will arise

Dark stormy clouds will stretch
As you make your transformation
You’ll forget all your extensive vocabulary
And resort to new found language

And as the veins in your head pop
Sweat pours, while you become more stressed
Before you know it, you have to own it
That traffic demon has you possessed

See, other possessed people
Only makes the situation worst.
Never knew the dexterity of your middle finger
Or that you would even curse

Holiness is out the window,
Along with your religion
For a moment, you completely forget
That you’re responsible for your own decisions

Cutting people off,
And oh, the things you think in your head
How many people you want to slap
And how many cars you’ll dent in

Sitting in traffic
Makes you lose every portion of your natural state
Try being in it when you’re tired
Or running extremely late

So if you know anyone
Who thinks they can never be wrong
Have them drive you somewhere when it’s rush hour
They’ll sing another song.

Note: picture found at www.virginiaplaces.org/transportation/index.html

Fighting Lessons

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Fri, 9 Apr 2010 10:01:00 -0700

Now I’m not an advocate of fighting
You see, I do most of mine in writing
But every now and then,
Some people need to be clocked
And rocked off their socks
Since they’re always poppin’ off at the mouth

They joust with their words
But how many know what they say
Are simply adjectives and not verbs?
Because all they do is talk and
Talk so much junk
That they ignite and spark
A reaction out of people..

They tend to make their verbiage lethal
So they won’t have to follow up
With all the stuff
They say they can do
And as a spectator…
You,

Just wait for the right individual to conclude
Their rude
Disposition
End dissension by creating tension between
Their face and a fist

They get on your nerves so badly
You insist on keeping tabs
To make sure someone whoops that…

Trash talk out of them
And when the moment arrives
You realize
How much you anticipated
You’ve waited and…
How elated you are
When you see David beat Goliath
And the giant….
Is no more
He’s wallowing in self-pity and
And knocking on mercy’s door
Picking up remnants of his face from the floor

Trying to regain whatever pride he had
But you know from this moment on they can no longer
Break bad

You’ve planned what you would say
For this very event
Yet all you can do is sit in the midst
Of everyone else and laugh or sit in awe

You think to yourself…he’s changed forever

Rape Games

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Thu, 1 Apr 2010 10:01:00 -0700

This world is raising sexual predators
When they create characters
Through virtual media to exploit women
And what we live in
Becomes a staging ground
Where the sounds of violence
Rise with a thunderous applause
Cause the jaws of apprehension
Become a hand clap of praise
And the sage that is raised
Is knowledgeable in ways to violate

While the eye gate is constantly viewed
As being in no ways used to create an impression
That’s the deception in the message
And it’s no longer subliminal
It’s literal with tasteless acts
That trap the metaphysical

People will subject themselves to
Lust and fleshly cravings
And will become overdrawn with aggression
Like insufficient funds in savings
There will be no peace on the streets
And sleep will be a hard commodity to come by

As I lift up these eyes
No longer surprised
At the despicable things people do
My views seem misconstrued
For those who assume….
Anything is fair game when it comes to making big bucks,
But anything at the expense of moral collateral
Should be rushed into corners where
No light gives way
Since that’s exactly from whence they came

People rise up

Shut down the overly excessive
And greedy mongrels

Arise
World that appears
To seek out trouble

Open your eyes and ears
To hear and see vicious conniving designs
Protest against criminal intent
My people
Arise

Debt Collectors

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 16:17:00 -0700

I received a call today
That warranted my attention
See it had a local number on it
Which meant I didn’t need intervention
No masking my voice
Or ignoring the call
I thought it was a friend
Didn’t question it at all.

So I picked up the phone
Especially since it was my cell
Long distance usually means, collector,
Telemarketer or jail

When I picked up the line
My stomach sat in my throat
Cause when they started talking
I knew it wasn’t a joke

“Hello, may I speak to Bethesda Smithen?”

First off that’s not me
Should have capitalized on them
Not saying my name properly

Could have told them many things
Like they had the wrong person,
But I went on talking with them
Without even rehearsin’….

My regular man voice, or Chinese dialect
Or real ghetto slang like they speak in the projects
But instead I said like a moron….

“Speaking”

And that’s when they started seeking…
For what they would never acquire
This time I didn’t fake or make the mistake
Of becoming a liar

“I don’t have the money and
My insurance should have paid.”

“Well you can pay it now and take it up with
Them later to receive refund.”
That’s when I started to become…..
Angry

What part didn’t you understand?
Is it when I said I don’t have the money

Or…….

When I said I don’t have the money?

Cause when I said I don’t have it
That means I can’t pay to get a reimbursement
Dummy!

Are you hard of hearing
Or just plain stupid
I think it’s more ignorant
Cause that when they start
Getting ruthless
Talking loud and
Making threats about collections
But how many know I’m not stressing
The message
They’re conveying
Even if I had the money
And I told you I didn’t
That means I made up my mind
And I ain’t paying

But they don’t get it
So sometimes you have to provide
Interpretations
Like giving straight flagrant statements

And some people resort to using four letter
Words
I chose to make them proactive
By using verbs

Speak up!
I can’t hear you
Somethings wrong with your phone
Fix it
And then call me back

Economic Surprises

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Tue, 30 Mar 2010 21:48:00 -0700

I was so elated today
That I had money in my account
Ate a full meal
Cleaned up my house
Went to kiss my babies and
Was doing oh so fine
Until I checked out my account
That said I didn’t have a dime
Instead I only got
Three red numbers.

Like sitting in the heat
With no water in the summer
Man I’m thirstin’ for money
And I just got paid
Now I’m mad at the rich
Who always got it made
Looking at movies
Mad at the stars
Cause they don’t have to be pressed
About bills and jobs
Every second of the day
To me is a surprise
And I don’t mean
When you walk in the house
And open your eyes….
To find out your having a party

Instead you find out,
You ain’t got no lights
And all you can eat for dinner
Is beans and rice
Kids need clothes
Baby needs milk
Can’t past the rental office
Cause you full of guilt
You’re back in your rent
You’ve been payin’ a little at a time
Praying to God
They won’t say that line….
You got until…

So you curse the government
They’ve done this to me
Got a sister or brother struggling hard to take care
Family

You’ve thought about it once
Then you think about it twice
I’m gonna quit my job
So I can get that nice….
Welfare check, section-8, Medicaid, and food stamps
Working Sucks!

To Haiti With Love

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Mon, 22 Mar 2010 21:08:00 -0700

(Close your mind’s eye for a moment
And walk with me through the Haiti aftermath)

Imagine the roof above
Becoming the ground you would tread upon,
In a matter of minutes.
And in an instant….
Fear had a relentless leash on your psyche.

And everything that you owned or place you called home
Seeped like sand in the crevices of your hands.

Can you see yourself?

Lying beside
Countless bodies that died,
As if you signed up to fight in a war?

Cause every step that you make
Is a deep intake……..
Of the stench of death that looms through the air…

Nowhere….is safe

Can you envision…
Your home being prison
And the people you live with
Going insane?

You want it to cease
But your nightmare remains….

See…

Hell is no longer a figment
Its now just inches
Away from your fingers…your nose,
And where darkness folds, it scoffs
While good memories taunt your emotional state.

Still you think of a getaway place in your head
To take your mind off the bread
That could possibly satisfy your hunger

Your daughter….

Is your fondest thought
But also the saddest

And as you remember your daughter’s cries
You look up your eyes
To hold back your tears of grief….,
Cover yourself with a cemented sheet
You use for comfort
Thinking why have I suffered
This terrible catastrophe.

Netanyahu to Biden

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Tue, 16 Mar 2010 20:46:00 -0700

I don't know if you have paid attention
But when the Iranian president spoke
No one seemed to listen
And now this tirade of US fame
Has faded into the background
When Iran and Israel speak
The world better listen,
'Cause they're talking real loud.

And this ain't no
You stole my girl/boy type of deal
This got God's name written all over it
Like when the waters congealed,
Peace was still and cats was lookin'
Like...what manner of man is this.....
Prophesies being fulfilled.

And I hope you get the gist of what I'm saying
Peeps serious about who they think God is
Will blow up stuff to prove who He is to them,
Cause they ain't playing
Israel saying they're building more stuff in East Jerusalem
Thought we had our grasp on them
And now we're losing them.

And I hope you know what this implies
Tension gon' rise, and blood's gon' find its
Way onto dry soil
Yet we been sitting around
Twiddling our fingers
Like this tea pot's not about to boil
Constantly covering it up with aluminum foil
And placing it into the microwave.

How many know that's a homemade hand grenade
About to blow,
Cause it's exactly what we're making
When we pretend like we don't know

Open your ears,
And I hope they're not itchin'
Since everything I'm about to say
You might not want to hear mentioned

This world is so close
To being at its end
Like a writer when he/she has fully captured
His/her voice and finally
Drops down the pen.

I hope you are well aware of the warning signs
Guess people are fine
As long as the sun shines
In their region.
Just like people don't care about the homeless
Until they're outdoors freezing

We may be in peace right now
But that doesn't mean it will stay that way
Sometimes when the sun is out
Immediately, the clouds turn gray
And......
A storm brews.

More coming soon, cause I'm out!

Caylee Anthony Case

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Fri, 12 Mar 2010 00:26:00 -0800

How Could You?

Flames of anger
Have singed my soul
Hell must have frozen over
Because this chick is bold
Thinking she can have evidence
Removed from her slate
Anytime you make a meal
Don’t you serve the plate?
So eat your entrée because you’ve prepared
It well,
Made your bed so lie in it
Just know it’s in jail
Won’t be too comfy
And won’t be for too long
Cause the same torment you provided
Will be your sad song

No need to deny
We know that you did it
You didn’t promptly look for your child
And I aint talking minutes
You waited a month……

You waited a month????????

I just had to repeat
Cant get it out of my mind
That you would delete
Such a beautiful innocent child
To whom you gave breath
Turned her into ashes in places un-kept

Kill your own child
And feel no remorse?

(Pause)

I just had to pause
To re-route this course

Caylee baby,
We’re sorry we didn’t hear your cries
And hope the pain is taken away from
Those angel eyes
I know that the heavens
Have removed all your hurt
But the people down here
Will continue to do work
To see that justice is issued
We love you baby Caylee
And will truly miss you!

California teacher accused of sex with 14-year-old

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Thu, 11 Mar 2010 15:24:00 -0800

Sex-Ed?

When you send your children to school

You expect them to get an education

Not lay naked, in obscure places

With the very teacher you expected to hold sacred...

The core values of integrity, and respect.

Now it seems teachers are mindless,

With projects,

Of anatomy.

Allow me to speak candidly.

Anytime a 33-year-old woman

Is having sex with a 14-year-old male,

Then unveils the details after having

Prevailed over the frail mind of

The innocent,

There is a limitless

Amount of ignorance

Flooding the gates of our institutions of learning

Kids are earning

A's in sexual education sermons

My mind's racing

And I'm pacing the floor

Cause I have a six-year-old

And will break the neck of anyone

Who's tryna prey on...

My child.

As a whole system

We need to place lanterns

On this menacing cancer

Called disaster.

Cause our woes

Will become like wet clothes

Left to mold

And what will unfold is a beast

Greater than we can imagine

If we don't conquer this,

Sickening concepts

Will be embedded in our fabric.

Let's advocate for our youth.

Response to: Archdiocese defends decision to deny children because of lesbian parents

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Wed, 10 Mar 2010 11:14:00 -0800

Condescending individuals
Who consider themselves to be Christian
That's why when the real ones speak up
No one's willing to listen
How can the very gospel of loving one another
Cause us to discriminate and ridicule each other?

There are things that we view as being sinful acts
Reject the sin, not the people
Those are the riveting facts....
Found in the bible, the book where Christ hung with the sinners
If we had it all together, why would He need to forgive us?
The mere fact that you judged, says you don't completely understand
That you are not perfect and have reason to be banned
From God's favor, just like the rest of society
Yet you try to defend your reasons
With the very improprieties
That you say you detest, and will not permit
Then I guess no one should enroll or even enlist

Cause all are subject to sin
That's why Christ died
The lamb of God slain and humbly crucified

The church doesn't have to agree
In order to embrace
Loving someone regardless of their decisions
Is how you erase
Barriers of injustice and feelings of inequity...
Separately,
We are nothing
If we can not convey
The love of God, with compassion
And in a loving way!

What's Next?

bathsheb@hotmail.com (ProfoundThought) — Tue, 9 Mar 2010 22:01:00 -0800

The world seems to be providing us ecological clues
From Hurricane Katrina, Haiti, to Tsunamis infused
Green house gases igniting the globe
Cats in the Middle East say they want to make it explode
Children and families living in destitution
Can't drink the water cause people constantly pollutin'
And that ain't the half, cause we contribute to this,
Never step back to savor the gift.

Instead, sit and ponder the next item to buy
While pedophiles try to lure kids with candy and lies
And all of this technology is starting to backfire,
So focused on The Touch, we forgot the touch in which we're hardwired
People don't have time for people anymore
I see us everyday, throwing a cold shoulder to the poor

Kids killin' kids
And schoolhouse violence
Subliminal messages of hatred
In the music but we buy it
Then say we can't understand when our children misbehave
A generation of delinquents
Even to the depraved

Somebody said I'm wrong
But I think this world's at its demise
Its corroded and molded
Like a dead corspe consumed in maggots and flies
I can't bare to see it continue on this path
And if it does, what will be the aftermath?

You tell me.