Interfering with the right
Thoughts
Soiled in turmoil is a soul
Lost
Sacred origin
Vainglorious in the present
Denying your better being’s presence
That Trojan horse is portrayed to evade suspicion
While excessive addictions seep through the pores of the wicked
The stench is filthy
No charge needed for the guilty
As the wheel turns
It will be hellfire’s victory
In the end
The pleasure of sin turns to pain within
An unpleasant presence wearing rationale thin
With Devilish deeds
Denying the virtues of a higher breed
Hellish seeds are planted
And horns grow from the tree
Pride has been rooted deep
Tarnishing the soul indeed
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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The Good, The Bad, The Jersey
Two more shot in Newark, a group decries city violence
Two men were shot yesterday afternoon in an apartment building in Newark's West Ward, not far from where activists were protesting a fatal Nov. 5 shooting.
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Barack connects in Jersey
Obama team taps two state leaders
Two men were shot yesterday afternoon in an apartment building in Newark's West Ward, not far from where activists were protesting a fatal Nov. 5 shooting.
Is marching against racism really the answer?
March is planned in support of Obama...
Barack connects in Jersey
Obama team taps two state leaders
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
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
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