take it slow...

My flesh is of His, beaten and bruised
however my mortal being lacks the power of Resurrection
Is that why life is determined to kill me?
But my soul will never die
I will only give you this beaten body
No value.

SMI Poetry Jam Part 2

Perfect Imperfection. God is love.

weird.

what if i didnt want to use these computers and phones, and all these other electronics because I was afraid to die. how would you educate me?

my passion is confusing me. taking me to different levels of consciousness. i am not comfortable here. i feel like the black swan.

Peace out to evolution. Revolution will be necessary.

Cover me,

Over the years I have sat back continuously brushing footsteps from my body.
I am obviously invisible because you do not see me when you step there
and even when I scream out in pain you still do not see me.
my sorrow has fallen on deaf ears once again.
and even though there is a trail of what is believed to be MY blood, you still do not look down.
Instead you slip in guilt and vengeance. And as you lay there...it comes to you.
You remember that feeling that you felt under your feet when you stepped there, and you remember hearing a faint scream of desperation....you remember the trail of blood.
As you look around, I am no longer there.
On the ground.
Wiping away footsteps.
Slipping in the The blood.
Instead it is you, alone.
Cover yourself.
Or stay down.  

1 minute of thoughts

I love you. I love you. I love God first tho, and my family, and my friends, but you are my friend so that brings you in third. I love life, when im around you. I love to talk to you, kiss you, look at you, talk about you. I hate you. I love love but I hate being in it. Could I be in love with you? is that at all possible. I dont know you. you dont know me yet we know each other so spiritually the physical was inevitable....who are you? where did u come from. love, where the fuck did you come from? go back. I dont need you. I only need to spread love I dont need to to be knee deep in love with a soul! Not even you, your soul! your fucking soul! soulmate? goalmate? dope-mate? reminisce.

Strong Minded Individuals Poetry Jam

S.M.I. Poetry Jam
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Take Me Back

Originally called the New Negro Movement, the Harlem Renaissance was a literary and intellectual flowering that fostered a new black cultural identity in the 1920s and 1930s. Critic and teacher Alain Locke described it as a “spiritual coming of age” in which the black community was able to seize upon its “first chances for group expression and self determination.”

With racism still rampant and economic opportunities scarce, creative expression was one of the few avenues available to African Americans in the early twentieth century. Chiefly literary—the birth of jazz is generally considered a separate movement—the Harlem Renaissance, according to Locke, transformed “social disillusionment to race pride.”

By Beth Rowen & Borgna Brunner
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The Great Migration.

He is my black ballerina, color undoubtedly flourishes, neck of a swan, strong and ‘20 feet tall’ in stature.

D.O.P.E Poetry Slam

we have to do what it takes to transcend, becoming stagnant is not an option. Not for me.

Head of wool, skin of leather, entagle yourself in these roots of brown.

Frustration.

Allow me to rant for a minute will you? Now I KNOW im not perfect, nobody is besides the Living God. But I have become increasingly frustrated with my surroundings. People are seeming to lack substance in America! I can't help but to reminisce on the "good old days" when families would get together and cook, pray, fellowship. When people WORKED HARD. When children were children and when people acknowlwdged the power of God. But now, its the total opposite! Everything is so trashy! There is nothing of substance. Don't get me wrong, there are a lot of people out there who feel the same way I do im sure but the masses are mistaken man, Going out here talking bout "get money, fuck bitches, fuck the world, fuck this and fuck that!" Seriously?! Now I have been through my trials and tribulations just like the next man, but I have also grown from them and not been stagnant in ignorance! That is one of the main ourposes of life...to live and to learn, then cognitive and emotional reformulation for when it comes up again. People out here don't wanna work, they want everything handed to them. Then all they worry about is money, fame, and power. Knowing damn well you can't take none of that with you! You show me the money, I show you the grave and ask where you would like it to lay because death is eminent.! We need to be focusd on the power of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ who DIED for us and wants everything good for us in life. Man we are so blessed and it's alot of people who are so ungrateful! EVERYTHING that we have was given to us by the Lord. From that car you got in this morning to the breath in your lungs. So what are you focused on this world for? Idolizing this trash ass music and money, and living for society. WAKE UP PEOPLE! THESE ARE NOT THE KEYS TO LIFE. THE KEYS TO LIFE ARE GOD AND LOVE. Love every living creature you meet and cast away judgment because it is not yours to bear. Enjoy the blue skies and sunny days while you have them becuase they are short lived. And this I know.

Idle time. Love's playground.

I approached him in the sweetest manner. Stood face to face with this man and stared past his physicality of sight right into his soul. There was light so I knew that God dwelled there. Symbolic as a green light I proceeded to take his hand into mine, I kissed it softly, knowing that the words to follow instantly became evident so I lost myself in his eyes until mine said, "You are my King, my reward, my love, and undying truth.  God dwells over you and I can feel him in your presence as I do when I fall to my knees in worship. This! is the only sign that I need, and it says "GO. WITH NO APPREHENSION. JUST FAITH." He smiled because he received this message even with no words spoken and replied with a sweet kiss to the temple. From then on the world would know of the power that was shared between these two beings because it radiated like the rays of God's sun. And it was acceptable. Amen.

For Mother's Day

As light was given to the earth, the greatest creation was soon to follow
A creation that beareth gifts no man could overpower, soul of flawless love for the offspring.
I am singing the blues of joy for this creature as hummingbirds flurry in the spring and I am in love with you. Woman. Whose womb threaded a wretch as I so that I too could inherit the KINGdom of QUEENS. Chosen to replenish the world, I am grateful for you. My queen.

no title, just realness

Catastrophic news every time I hear the news
Mother and 3 kids shot down at the bus stop,
Lil homie committed suicide cuz the laughs wouldnt stop
People stripped of their dignity, right no longer exist.
We exist, coexisting yet separated by the miles, the nations, the tongues.
Until the curtains are raised. What do we have here?
The puppeteer.
Stringing along the world as we are pawns on the chess board.
Dealers, killers, and whores are the residing. Tithing to the same leader that's touching little Bobby.
Jacking is the hobby of many because WE CAN'T AFFORD TO LIVE.
The one's that keeping they head above water gotta play the game, dressing in suits and personalities because their skin already got em disqualified. 
We are in the reciprocal of justice.
Mama worked hard to get a nigga through school.
Degree coming soon so I can pay the man back. That's right.
I'm a suma cum laude graduate to be, my accomplishments are astounding to the hood
yet i get to slave my black ass off to give the man MY rewards!
Cuz if wasn't for him I wouldnt be shit right?
People!
of all colors and creeds, recognize the greed that we follow
Cut your strings cuz I'm damn sho cutting mine.
I'm on the highest mountaintop  shouting down with my strongest tone.....
Unshackle humanity! It's insanity, calamity!
Let my people go, let my people flow, let love be the only emotion that we know.
And when it all falls down.... let my people sow.

My mind is racing. I am sweating. Constant fluttering of my heart and the butterflies you gave me from the first day.

The story of my life.

I just want to be a creative soul.

They warned you don't go home with him. His guilty FEET will never DANCE again.

Reflection of the sinner's affection.

It was the weirdest thing. I heard his voice and instantly became aware to things I had previously missed. My senses became heightened and I smelled him from where I stood. Like I often do in my dreams. I greeted the tribe that raised this King and felt the love of my own. That was power. I kissed him. He kissed me. I went on to greet his best comrades with a holy kiss and hug. God's children are we. All day. Every day. As he came towards me I felt my heart began to speed up. I wrapped my arms around his neck and I embraced him secretly never wanting to let go. So we kissed. Later on he felt me up like the blind reading brail. I lost myself in the amazement of love see because I could feel it. I could feel the emotion inside of these two beings and it sent chills up my spine. But verbage remained suppressed. Captive of pride. He stared into my eyes and I in his, as I fought back tears of joy. How could this be. How could a soul be the complete equal to mine. I'm afraid so I look away. He wrapped me up in his arms and slid his hand down to my ass. I caressed his sower. I missed you.

Dream on Dreamer

'I dont care if it is a dream, i've got to believe in something my love. what can i do, what have i got to lose? Ya know sometimes dreams do come true. Might as well dream.'

Slavery

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if you had one moment to seize everything you ever wanted...would you capture it?.
Don't choke.

the truth dont need no proof

You know how you think you like a song when your little, then go through some shit and that song has a whole new meaning when your grown.....well i do. Even if it ends today....aint no substitute for the truth.

Then keep your tongue from speaking evil and your lips from telling lies!
Psalms 34:13

Marley Festival......Celebration of Life.

I want my voice to be so powerful and influential, they have no choice but to off me. Respect.

My Poetry Debut

Here it is. My first time behind the mic in my pursuit of spreading truth, love, and vulnerability. Special thank you to everyone that has supported me thus far and gave me the courage to do this. My team, family, friends, and inspiration....I love you. I feel something like unstoppable =)

...my mind is filled with randomness

…and our men these days just as fragile as teacups
pinky fingers up planning parties with teacups
who gon step up and help the weak up
Devil’s right hand man, praising God when the week up
Wake up. Better yet speak up
Toughen the meek up, cuz we up
but we stuck
too busy giving a fuck about Keisha
Stand up, time to give the seat up
teachas, preachas
Let’s mold our black leaders
Fear when they meet us
I’m takin victory laps like the meet up
for the hatas i put the sheet up
Only the real will move.

they say the darker the berry, the sweeter the roots. i say the darker the flesh, the deeper the roots.
                                                             -Pac

Lost and Found

My heart began to feel heavy with the pounding
literal limitations sounding at the stroke of my own drumming heart.
see, i knew from the start of the unexplainable joy and the cup that runneth over from overpour of blessings indeed
no need to seek validity in the seed of sin
complacent within my own mind and my new found self
i remember these times.
the Holy and Divine that allowed me to beam rays of sunshine in the gloomiest hour
planting seeds unconsciously to the lost and tossed in the wind
that is the power.
but what is the measure of strength required to keep these treasures
sin is sure to invade the soul of the righteous.
the sex, pain, and pleasure is addicting
conflicting
relentless
I am a witness to the devil and an occupant of his playground
swinging to the ways of the world but continuously battling the conformity
Oh angels of the most high, who catch us when we fall
keep my knees from buckling
and keep my seed from suffering
to be continued....

love jones,
you light my fire. take me higher. to a place where i desire to live with you in eternity.
                                              -love

Woman.

Adam's rib.

POWER.

How do we transcend from the norm. From the earth. From this cycle. How do we face the reality that our fate is actually set by the structure of our society....until we choose to live. Complacency is what I am afraid of. Being sucked into this whirlpool of 9 to 5's and heartache.  I am determined to obtain the privilege to spread my wings. I want to show them off. Boasting with my chest out and my head held to the heavens. Simultaneously falling on my knees and giving my highest praise to the most deserved. Ambitions of a rider is likely. I cannot see beyond the horizon because my vision has no end. My soul has no depth, and my mind has no limit. Join me on this journey to freedom and leave behind the free doom offered by the intention of greed portrayed by our leaders. I accept the power that I have been given. Will you?

Liberated.

This is the first piece I wrote when I decided to get back into writing a few months ago. I ran into inspiration at the craziest moment in my life, so this is to you.

you inspire me to empower me.
to rise to mountaintops that not even the greatest discoverer could uncover
your intellect makes my body fire electrical synapses to my nerves
and my brain awake in the cold dark crevices that we never use
your words are soothing like a warm milk bath
your vernacular breaks my heart in half and allows the God given love to flow
and surround every living creature i meet
you are political
never cynical
most importantly spiritual
you are the ying to my yang the bing to my bang
the very light that illuminates my heart
your presence is followed by a positive energy that shocks me from the follicles of my head to the soles of my feet
you never hesitate to educate the millions
i reach you teach
your beauty has no limits and your wisdom flows live a never ending stream
I stand in amazement at the maze you have created in my head
you fill me up to be all that i can be like a soldier on the front line
now im back to the front line...
you inspire me to empower me.
i am LIBERATED.

For 2009

This was something I wrote back in 2009. I was in the midst of valley at this time. I just want to share my past with you. Enjoy.

im a beast
im a dog
im a slave to the page in my rhyme book and all that good shit
mind steady racin tryin to keep up with the way the world turns
heart pounding, stomach dropping where does the time go
where has my mind went
why does my soul show
i am lost so i live life through another identity
that of the worlds
when will this darkness turn to light
when will these scars heal and when will these times pass
i look out of this dirty window and into my own eyes
im just like them
the music. the weed.
matter of fact just blame this on the alcohol
wait on me to run this footrace with the weight of the world on my shoulders
wait on me to crawl to tha wall on the other side
where the grass is greener
wait on me
but until then pass me the weed. the drinks and turn up my music....
ima beast
ima dog
ima slave to the page in my rhyme book and all that good shit

Ain't nothin wrong with dreamin.

 Nights that I cant remember...

With the people that I won't forget...

Dream on dreamer.

You call yourself a real bitch...that's a real shame.

A moment in time.

At this very moment I am experiencing true confusion and a sort of ambivalence. It's Friday, I ain't got no job, but I know I got shit to do! But I can't help but feel as though I need to be still. I actually wouldn't mine going to church at this very moment, going "home" and figuring out what it is I need to sacrifice because right now, in this moment, I am living for my own pleasures. Maybe I should read the "Book of Life" to stay ahead of this nursing game, or maybe I should go to the gym so that I can be acceptable in the eyes of others, maybe I should just go home and sleep. Sleep away these privledged hours that God blessed me with to love and experience moments in life. My ambivalence has turned to frustration. So again I ask, what am i supposed to be doing at this moment in my life? Maybe this is it.

Jill Scott - Love Rain - Live

"What would you attempt to do if you knew you could not fail?"
Because in all reality, we cannot fail. There is no failure in the Lord. Actually, in my mind....failure is nonexistent. It's just unexpected outcomes. So you reformulate until success is achieved.

3 L's to the Head

Love. Live. Life. [hippie nation]

We Good

Through the years, i have struggled with this big ass weight on my back
Watching these fools race to the top planting flags and shit as I conceptualize each step
being led by the strings of society  living by any means necessary just to get a dollar
while a real nigga like me is pushing against the grain
using my own heart to decipher the means of this life
the crooked man watching me from the top throwing salt on these open wounds
doing whatever to keep this dark skin from being respected
labeling my men as felons so they're  forced to push this weight
them the niggas to the left of me
single mothers need a hand and now they stuck in the system,
working two jobs, shining knobs, just so little mans dreams have a chance
I see you baby, keep pushin
behind me are the girls who gave all their power away
to these niggas that promised to stay
you fine as wine girl but yo good sense has been severed
so now you wandering, pondering, thinking... "how do i get out this shit"
keep climbin
then my men, my real men
striving to knock his crooked ass down
not giving a fuck about the negativity surrounding them knockin down the walls of Jericho
pushing on like a choo choo
i see you
damn im tired
weight tryna hold me down as im steadily watching these fools race to the top being led by the strings of society
but we just gon keep pushin
me, my niggas to the left,
my strong women to the right
and the real men over yonder
we good.

Souled Out

where do we draw the line between conquer and defeat

how do we tap into keeping the essence of our own soul

for sale or souled out

actions of another that we cannot control is the consequence of losing

Lost is the destination of the weary.

up is the equivalent of down and everything in between is nonexistent

fatally twisted in lies that we consume everyday

blood gushing insecurities

and through them all we find ourselves

seeping....

until there is nothing left

what is left but a soul lost?

-dedicated to AJF

Well Done

Despite the good times and my undeniable attraction, i respect the drive. Look at this photograph and try to find your way out of its beauty.. almost impossible.

Lord of Lords and God over the souls, while here on earth, I lied, stole, cheated, and manipulated. I had a lustful mind and a foul mouth. Once upon a time I even tried to find my own way. But despite my short comings....i LOVED. I loved like no other. Unconditionally. Everything. I was grateful for every experience and I learned from your lessons. I helped the helpless and appreciated the unappreciated. I even attempted to make disciples in my courageousness. Lord, I loved. The only thing that I knew was right. Because you loved me despite.

the book of life.

im in this hoe. my name is LaTarvia, but you will know me as cody fitzgerald. i decided to start this blog because i guess i needed an oulet. really i want to inspire and empower so this is step one. here you will find joy, sorrow, realness, and vulnerability. stay tuned.