Verse and Style: Insomnia's Influence Part .05

Foreword my upcoming publication: Written Against Cultural Stagnation By: Anthony Pearson

Written against Cultural Stagnation is based on the idea that the world around us is growing and changing right before our eyes. It’s the idea that we have an obligation to our ourselves and our families to grow and change with the times. This is the idea that we are at a point in American history by “accident”. This is a time where we all must take responsibility for our actions, whether right or wrong. This is the idea that to be human is to err, while recognizing that all errors have lessons to provide. It’s the idea that a positive train of thought will be the driving force of a nation headed in a new direction. This is an idea written specifically at the same time universally. This is a short journey through the thought process of a young Black male from Irvington, NJ. The objective is to express my thoughts on a range of topics, which I feel are relevant to our everyday lives in society, through poetry and prose. Written Against Cultural Stagnation is my release. This is my first published collection and in many ways it has come at a perfect time for me personally. We have been thrust into a time where many aspects of society which were deemed as “taboo” have been at the forefront of this country’s conversation. Whether we like it or not, we are forced into forming a round table of thoughts and feelings regarding some of the most critical issues involving not only us but the US as a whole. I am a true believer in things happening for reasons. So with that being said, welcome to Written Against Cultural Stagnation. Proving evolution is constant.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Insomnia's Influence Part .05

I flip this page
gaze in a
blurry vision
focused
on target
I've got to hit it
by any means
Malcolm couldn’t have said clearer
Pac’s gone
none left to call leaders.
Why even point at a person
seek self
that's wealth that keeps earning
the world's turning
we’re burning
still we keep on learning
how to maneuver
No order
fake soldiers
end up useless
Think
for yourself
on your feet
or sink
so deep
with no concrete
to land on
I stand on
my two feet
getting my man on
I stand strong
5’7 and all
heart
no bark
a hawk
stark on pages
Dirty New Jerzy
you heard Newark shattered its crime-rate
blind hate
fury
rules over City Hall
Corey’s all nervous
still built that Arena
while the grieving heard
sound like an arena
Brothers dying
Mother’s crying
Sisters trying
to hold on
keep heads up
weathering storms.

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Brick City Blues by: A. Pearson

In a city where negativity brews
the energies of frustration and desperation fuse
creating a loss for words, so much for the good news
ironically, I’ve seen Blood members singing the blues
In a city where time changes by the hour
one minute it’s calm, the next second tears shower
creating puddles of pain, the pavement receives flowers
while candles illuminate a situation that towers
Over a city where at anytime attitudes can ooze
into the cracks of rationality, when that happens we all lose
It’s created a monster, the cauldron pot stews
a mixture wicked in its intention, which path will we choose
In a city which is ours, holding historical power
though over the decades we became sour
where tasteless acts of rage devours
mind frames of young brains, change is about us.

*from Written Against Cultural Stagnation