brownsugatou

These days,

I collect upside down smiles

Posturing and pasted

Carelessly across my face.

Emotionally trapped,

And too discouraged

To occupy my  space.

Meanwhile,

I applaud your accomplishments

And worship the blind

Eye to my own.

Can somebody tell me,

How to name my tune?

Copyright 2012
 brownsugatou

Its both serene and

Disturbing when your

Internal fears

Lay in limbo

Cause your own

Choke hold

Won't surrender.

Defeat.

brownsugatou

Copyright 2012

(Maybe) my gift

Is not for you?

Convince me.

And stop being jealous

Of my one on one

Relationship with me.

I just write,

And stay in my lane.

I don't tinker my words

And rarely do I give my

Poetic pieces an oil change.

I write for therapy.

Call me selfish,

But my poetry will

Not speak to you

Live from the pages

Of a book or from

The innards of a

Booming speaker

Or leap from my

Lips to a mic

And whisper recklessly

In your ear.

I write for therapy.

I don't study the greats,

Yet the attraction

Is more than physical.

I write for therapy.

Gradually flickering

Off the Polaroid pictures

Within me.

Some of my ugliest life

Experiences I purge.

And when the ink dries,

Its my relief,

The way I delete,

Please stay calm,

And on your feet

(I'll freak this cliche)

Until I hit repeat.

I write for therapy.

Copyright 2012

brownsugatou

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In hindsight... this poem wasn't worth editing or finishing. Kind of similar to the relationship that inspired it. Make no mistake, I love to love.

It was all a dream.
Now I'm awake
Feeling like
The day
Before we met.
I was already tired.

Now...
Thanks to you.
My soul is lighter.
Outlook is brighter
Because I am blinded
By what didn't transpire....

Copyright 2012
brownsugatou

  This was tough. When I asked spoken word artist, Lyrical Profet, if I could feature one of his videos on my blog, he left that decision up to me. (Yikes) All I can say, is I HAD to pick three of his videos because I felt the varied layers of his passion for the art, for his craft and for people needed to be displayed.


  Hailing from Vallejo, CA, Lyrical Profet is NOT a one dimensional kinda cat when it does comes to his craft. Currently, he fulfills hosting duties at the open mic event Poetry By The Bay, (in Vallejo, CA), is owner of Profetic Lyrics (a musical writing company), and will be a spokesperson for the 3rd Annual California Music Industry Summit happening this June in Oakland, CA.  Many layers, and obviously an up and coming mover and shaker on the spoken word scene. BUT, back to sharing his craft. Below, are the three videos that I chose to feature from this talented  artist - "This Is My Prayer", "Is She More", and "You Asked For Change." I love each video piece for different reasons. All have very poignant messages. A desire to be the voice AND backbone for current social issues resonates throughout each video. All this has turned me into a Lyrical Profet fan. Enjoy!

"...but I'm thankful even if this is my last song."

-Lyrical Profet, "This Is My Prayer"

 "...here comes another Black Princess derived from the

 gutters and streets, of any town, city, or state."

- Lyrical Profet, "Is She More"

  

 "...this is beyond black, class wars separated by

 glass doors, you asked for change."

Lyrical Profet - "You Asked for Change"

 

Lyrical Profet online: www.profeticlyrics.com,
Reverbnation - Lyrical Profet

     I'm not going to lie when Whitney Houston died, I did not feel the need to rush to my blog to post the details of her death to be popular or anything like that. This woman blessed us with an unspeakable gift that I will never forget... she was there with me (and other fans of my generation) in the 80's, 90's, and now. So, as a fan I took to engaging myself in CNN and Facebooking with my friends who were also remembering and honoring Whitney. I was mourning a voice that had been a constant in my life since I was in junior high school. With the rest of her fans around the world, I too went to church today via BET and CNN and was grateful that her mother Cissy Houston allowed her fans to take part in Whitney's homecoming. 


     I'm just grateful...

GIFTED.