Offset

The purpose of my existence terries

I am struggling to find a sense of purpose

In a world which has taken the meaning of purpose away

I question

What reality is?

I’ve been dreaming so long

Of establishing a reality for a positive reality for myself

That my reality has become dream like

And my dreams are dry reality

Making everything for me pseudo

I am in a furious mental quarrel for my mind’s freedom

Trying to break the grips of what I fear most

Imminent failure

My mind needs its rest

untitled (I hate you)

             Written By: Luchetta (Cookee) Manus © 2013

              Poem Title: untitled

I hate what I see in the mirror

Chasing down 80 proof fears

With shot glasses of tears

My heart has been aching for years

With all my make up covering me

Inside I feel so ugly

People’s words destroy me

My heart aches to see smiling faces

Of happy people

I’m wondering why joy passed me.

I’m a square peg

Trying to fit into a round hole

Trying to hang on to truths

As they unfold

Me trying to do good

Is getting overrated and kinda old

My faith is failing

Or maybe I’m failing my faith

Either way

I’m insecure of my fate

I made many mistakes

And still making them

Me

You can’t harness the sound of thunder

Can’t predict where lightening will strike

Tell nature to stop being so damn beautiful

Can’t contain ones passions or hungers

Do the Heavens have a beginning?

Do the Heavens have an end?

Animals are happier free from captivity

Then tell me 

My friend

Why this freedom doesn’t apply to me?

Why do you attempt to control me?

Respect Me

Respect me

Respect my mind

My god made me in place and time

According to his likeness

Human race has categorized men

By religion, class, and race

Keeping men in darkness

I will not set my dignity aside

Because of the poverty

I temporarily found myself in

You don’t have to like me

But you will respect me

I will fight to maintain my dignity

I will fight to the bitter end

They say I love being poor

Government place people in the system

Where the sky is no longer the limit

More like the limit is the floor

I pray for those who can’t afford to eat

For the working in poverty

Pray for ends to meet

For people like me

For the mother who dreams were smothered

By people telling her there is nothing she can do for herself

Shattering the dreams of kids

Because of where they live

Stop the madness

Our children are our wealth

I hear them say

Give up!

You won’t make it!

I’m gonna make it

And not gonna pretend or fake it

I pray for the man with a plan

With rock in his hand

Getting his hustle on

In his mind he wrestles

Right from wrong

Going through it

Poverty is a mutha fucka

I pray for peace

Prosperity

And better luck and

A WAY OUT!

Don’t push me cause I’m close to the edge

Don’t toss me to the side because you don’t understand my struggles

You can’t grasp me

I won’t allow you to demean me

Because I don’t have as much as you do

If you was me

And I was you

Could you walk in my shoes?

Can you see my side?

If you do you would be moved

With compassion

I know I would for you

Damn my struggles

Axel Rose says, “Welcome to the jungle.”

People have become like animals

Putting down and hurting

Mentally and physically killing one another

A world lacking loyalties, peace, and how about sensitivity

I gotta bet em

I can’t join em

One day the righteous time to shine will come to be

I’m gonna stay strong

Because I still have a dream

It's Complicated

I find simplicity

In the complexity

Of things

Tryin to figure out

What my tomorrow brings

Tryin to figure out

Who I am starring at in the mirror

She no longer looks familiar

She has to go back to the basics

Of where she started

Free

Light-hearted

To a time when she was her own queen

She validated herself

Reigned with her own identity

SMH @ The Game

The more the game change

The more “I” stay the same

When recognition is given to

No talents, suckas, and lames

Selling their souls for wealth and fame

Their shame

The future game needs REAL help
Educate minds
In remembrance of times
Of conscience poetry, art, dance, rap, street rhymes
Back to the basics
The birth
The start
When we communicated the woes of the street
Give voice to the weak
Spoke of the contents of the heart

Being proud to be black
Pride we all took part
Proud to be black was the reward
Propelling our people forward

The more the game change
The more “I” stay the same
Refusing to become a
sell out, no talent, sucka, or lame
Our focus has negatively shifted
Power and money is to blame
Selling one’s soul for Earthly temporary fame
Missing Heaven’s permanent gain
Off focus
I stay the same
I can’t be changed
Or rearranged
Nor will I be disengaged
With my identity
I worked hard to become me
Physically, spiritually, and morally
The truth made me free
Release from non recognition’s prison
Talented people in them
Become conscience teachers
Let s play follow the leader
Who will be a leader

Looks Aren't Everything

Can I trade my smile in for some time alone with you?

Can I remove the shimmer from my eyes?

To create strong bonds and ties

Can my ears hear no lies?

Can my body buy your admiration and commitment?

Can my lips buy your contentment?

Can my heart buy a portion of your soul?

Release treasures untold

Beauty is nothing without someone to behold it

I’d sell it consider it sold

If it will buy me your love to have and to hold

Looks aren't Everything

Can I trade in my smile?

For time alone

With someone to call my own

Can I remove the shimmer from my eyes?

To maintain a strong bond and ties

Can my ears hear the truth?

Can my heart hear no lies?

Can I buy admiration and contentment?

Can my love buy a portion of your soul?

Release a treasure untold

Beauty is nothing without a beholder

I’d sell it

Consider it sold

If I can buy your love to have and hold

Candy

Candy

The sweetest thoughts

I had today

Were of you

You made my soul content

Made my heart and body sing

Whenever you touch me

My mind was pleasured

By everyone of your words

I always enjoy

My outta body experiences

With you today

My lover

I dream of you

While your scent

Is on my pillow

Mistress of the night

Mistress of the Night

She’s the Goddess of his day

I am the mistress of his night

The three conflicts

Emotions take flight

Her affections for him

Are sweet and endearing

When the sun is raised high

Yet are betrayed by the heat

Of our escapades

When the moon

Dances across the sky

He seeks safety from her

For his wandering soul

I harness the lust

He cannot control

Can the sun shine all the time?

Can the moon be gone?

Why can’t the moon stand alone?

Why can’t it be on its own?

I want the sun

To stop shining

I’m devising a plan

In my head

Then maybe he’d want me

The moon instead

Me lying next to him

Him and I

As he gazes into the sky

Waiting for his sun to rise

My heart sinks knowing the reason

Nothing I do for him

To make him always dwell

In the evening

While I am holding him

Kissing him

Making love to him

I stay clinging

To hope

For Sale

Give me what I want

I will give you what you desire

Beyond what you need

I aim to please

Empty yourself out for me

I want you hollow

I lead

You follow

It is good for molding you

You do what I want

You to do

Dissolve your identity

I have done this to many

You won’t need one

Enchantment

Entrapment

Be my servant

Self serving

Learn from me

And love it

Make a choice

Forfeit to me

Your identity

Your freedom

Your voice