when you ask me
"What is poetry?"
take a good look
it's my destiny
poetry is the muse who
comes to my rescue
saves the soul in me
from a headful of insanity
poetry is my shrink
my music, my ability to think
the air that fills my life's lungs
defining me as I speak in lyrical tongues
poetry is my evolution
my God fearing constitution
the love of my life's charm
my calm before and after the storm
poetry is my God given seed
daily reviving in me a new deed
it's the Word growing from within
the mirror reflecting my soul's sin
poetry is my conquered fear
my security when a world of danger is near
it's my philosophy, my morality
the complicated methodology of my duality
poetry is my good sense
my faith, my hope, my pretense
I can't life, it's my third eye
it's my answer to the question "Why?"
poetry is my history
my country girl life's mystery
it's my ocean and sky
my fun, my freedom, my high
poetry is my prayer of consecration
my lit path in valleys of desolation
it's my moving, my grooving
my balm, good and soothing
poetry lines my soul
God gave it to make me whole
He sent it to set me free
God made poetry my eternity
poetry is where I begin,
my end, my truth telling friend
my stoning of misery and strife
"What is poetry?" Poetry is my life!
Copyright © 2003-2006 Latorial Faison
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
Writing Poetry
by Latorial Faison
Pausing to write reality
Odes to kindred spirits who will read
Experiencing
The moments that
Remember
You
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
Pausing to write reality
Odes to kindred spirits who will read
Experiencing
The moments that
Remember
You
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Poetic Praise
by Latorial Faison
Children bow, choirs chant
Hands lift to the sky
Many are thy miraculous
Prophetic plans on high
Women weep, men meditate
For the presence of all fate
Divine answers findeth them
Thy goodness never late
Joseph dreamed, David danced
I compose for thee verse
Professing love where love abides
All because you loved me first
Copyright © February 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Children bow, choirs chant
Hands lift to the sky
Many are thy miraculous
Prophetic plans on high
Women weep, men meditate
For the presence of all fate
Divine answers findeth them
Thy goodness never late
Joseph dreamed, David danced
I compose for thee verse
Professing love where love abides
All because you loved me first
Copyright © February 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Mr. President
by Latorial Faison
Go to Iraq; bring back
Every American soldier
On your back
Remembering that slow
Goes the slaughter and wars
End
When pride is given up
Bring
Us our
Sons and daughters
Home
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
Go to Iraq; bring back
Every American soldier
On your back
Remembering that slow
Goes the slaughter and wars
End
When pride is given up
Bring
Us our
Sons and daughters
Home
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
The Struggle
by Latorial Faison
Lost and unleashed in
A weary world often
Too chaotic for the complex
On any and every day writing and
Ranting poetically
Inside mental, transcendental walls
Always in search of truths
Left untold
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
Lost and unleashed in
A weary world often
Too chaotic for the complex
On any and every day writing and
Ranting poetically
Inside mental, transcendental walls
Always in search of truths
Left untold
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
The Garden Effect
by Latorial Faison
one bite
re a r r a n g e d
the cosmos
fate
what the world fears
fell on Eden and
left
mankind looking for peace
waiting for
d e a t h
one bite
re a r r a n g e d
the cosmos
fate
what the world fears
fell on Eden and
left
mankind looking for peace
waiting for
d e a t h
Saturday, April 22, 2006
War Dreaming
by Latorial Faison
I know
too much
that galaxies
could never
separate
us
we are
the great
beyond
two hearts
sharing
one beat
and
though you
sleep
one moon
away
I
still
hear your
voice
I
still
feel your
strength
surrounding
me with
love
while we
live a dream
that
screams
to be
deferred
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
I know
too much
that galaxies
could never
separate
us
we are
the great
beyond
two hearts
sharing
one beat
and
though you
sleep
one moon
away
I
still
hear your
voice
I
still
feel your
strength
surrounding
me with
love
while we
live a dream
that
screams
to be
deferred
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
Sunday, April 16, 2006
The Resurrection
by Latorial Faison
presented Easter Sunday 2006 at Williams Temple C.O.G.I.C.
1500 N. Union Boulevard, St. Louis, Missouri
Close your eyes. Come go with me
To a remarkable place, Mount Calvary.
Can you feel the hatred that is displayed
In a world that by His hand was made?
Can you envision them mocking our Lord
As “King of the Jews” with a crown of thorns,
The Son of God hanging way up high
On a rugged cross beneath the sky?
Can you see the blood come streaming down?
Can you feel His pain? Can you here the sounds?
The Christ’s last words upon the Cross,
Shall live forever to save the lost.
“Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?”
“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”
Even through the passion of this final hour,
He took the blame that is really ours.
“Forgive them . . . they know not what they do.”
His gracious Word is forever true.
“Today shalt thou be with me in paradise”
He promised a thief who shared His demise.
We stand here, at the foot of the Cross
Where our Savior and Lord paid the ultimate cost.
It was Divine destiny. He came to fulfill it,
So said He “. . . into Thy hands I commend my spirit.”
Right then and there our Lamb, the Christ,
Was accepted by God as the ultimate Sacrifice.
“Woman, behold thy son!…behold thy mother!”
Until the very end He spoke with concern for others.
Our Messiah and Savior who walked the earth
Further proved his humanity as he uttered “I thirst.”
He was born to be the Lamb of God.
Scripture was fulfilled in the lands he trod.
But here on Calvary the hour had come.
He said “It is finished!” So it was done.
He redeemed us through death, paid our sin debt.
Now on the right hand of God the Father He sits.
He rose three days later, to the surprise of man,
Got up from the grave with all power in hand.
Power over Heaven and power over earth,
That same power that ordained His virgin birth.
What will you do when you leave the cross?
Will you wander about unsaved and lost?
Will you take the suffering of our Lord in vain?
Will you turn away when He calls your name?
Will you, like Adam and Eve, run and hide?
Will you deny the calling you feel inside?
Will you let Him take away the pain,
The anger, the hurt, the guilt and shame?
He is everything that you've never had.
He is your balm when you're in Gilead.
He came that we might have new life,
Not lives of pain, misery and strife.
We all have a date with destiny
At this historic place known as Calvary.
It’s an important place that we all must find
We must keep its memory in heart and mind.
It was there that our Lord was crucified,
Because of Him we can be whole inside.
There is only one God. There is only one way.
He gave His life for us on Resurrection Day.
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
presented Easter Sunday 2006 at Williams Temple C.O.G.I.C.
1500 N. Union Boulevard, St. Louis, Missouri
Close your eyes. Come go with me
To a remarkable place, Mount Calvary.
Can you feel the hatred that is displayed
In a world that by His hand was made?
Can you envision them mocking our Lord
As “King of the Jews” with a crown of thorns,
The Son of God hanging way up high
On a rugged cross beneath the sky?
Can you see the blood come streaming down?
Can you feel His pain? Can you here the sounds?
The Christ’s last words upon the Cross,
Shall live forever to save the lost.
“Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?”
“My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?”
Even through the passion of this final hour,
He took the blame that is really ours.
“Forgive them . . . they know not what they do.”
His gracious Word is forever true.
“Today shalt thou be with me in paradise”
He promised a thief who shared His demise.
We stand here, at the foot of the Cross
Where our Savior and Lord paid the ultimate cost.
It was Divine destiny. He came to fulfill it,
So said He “. . . into Thy hands I commend my spirit.”
Right then and there our Lamb, the Christ,
Was accepted by God as the ultimate Sacrifice.
“Woman, behold thy son!…behold thy mother!”
Until the very end He spoke with concern for others.
Our Messiah and Savior who walked the earth
Further proved his humanity as he uttered “I thirst.”
He was born to be the Lamb of God.
Scripture was fulfilled in the lands he trod.
But here on Calvary the hour had come.
He said “It is finished!” So it was done.
He redeemed us through death, paid our sin debt.
Now on the right hand of God the Father He sits.
He rose three days later, to the surprise of man,
Got up from the grave with all power in hand.
Power over Heaven and power over earth,
That same power that ordained His virgin birth.
What will you do when you leave the cross?
Will you wander about unsaved and lost?
Will you take the suffering of our Lord in vain?
Will you turn away when He calls your name?
Will you, like Adam and Eve, run and hide?
Will you deny the calling you feel inside?
Will you let Him take away the pain,
The anger, the hurt, the guilt and shame?
He is everything that you've never had.
He is your balm when you're in Gilead.
He came that we might have new life,
Not lives of pain, misery and strife.
We all have a date with destiny
At this historic place known as Calvary.
It’s an important place that we all must find
We must keep its memory in heart and mind.
It was there that our Lord was crucified,
Because of Him we can be whole inside.
There is only one God. There is only one way.
He gave His life for us on Resurrection Day.
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
Thursday, April 13, 2006
The Fate of Unity
by Latorial Faison
more than
a million have
realized that this life
really
isn't
all that it's cracked up to be
given the history of love, hate, politics, and society
every little disaster
in this world
seems to come
a little
bit closer to home
in the dark of night
to
catch us all dreaming of
how we're gonna make it
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
more than
a million have
realized that this life
really
isn't
all that it's cracked up to be
given the history of love, hate, politics, and society
every little disaster
in this world
seems to come
a little
bit closer to home
in the dark of night
to
catch us all dreaming of
how we're gonna make it
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
Twist of Humanity
by Latorial Faison
man's needs are irrational
only to lead us into temptation
never into the
eternity of
yet another god
casting
our cares and
mercy
effortlessly on
those who seek
oneness
may take us to a place
ever filled with love
not this humanity
our fathers and mothers
would scorn
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
man's needs are irrational
only to lead us into temptation
never into the
eternity of
yet another god
casting
our cares and
mercy
effortlessly on
those who seek
oneness
may take us to a place
ever filled with love
not this humanity
our fathers and mothers
would scorn
Copyright © April 2006 Latorial Faison
Saturday, April 01, 2006
For Too Many Dead Poets
by Latorial Faison
they listened
as their ears rang
with loud silence
whispered thoughts
inner children
couldn't dream of
places they couldn't go
people they'd never know
they left this world
calling it crazy
and being called so
because some days
the muse is not afraid
to die
Copyright © March 2005 Latorial D. Faison
they listened
as their ears rang
with loud silence
whispered thoughts
inner children
couldn't dream of
places they couldn't go
people they'd never know
they left this world
calling it crazy
and being called so
because some days
the muse is not afraid
to die
Copyright © March 2005 Latorial D. Faison
The Poet Writes of Fallible Fruit
by Latorial Faison
The poet writes
to exhale life's tragedy
the seven sins, hurt, pain
. . . inhumanity.
The miser lives
to destroy and delete
all of his days
. . . incomplete.
The lover longs
to sensually inhale
breath of sweet kisses
beyond the veil.
The pessimist yearns
to dare and disobey
the wishful eye
that seizes day.
The lark gives way
to sultry singing
as the world listens
to discern new meaning.
The dreamer dreams
to awake afresh
going forth to pursue
life at its best.
The liar struggles
in webs of deceit
to rend dying souls
repulsion complete.
The poet writes
to behold the blind truth
the honesty and integrity
of fallible fruit.
Copyright © 2001-2006 Latorial D. Faison
The poet writes
to exhale life's tragedy
the seven sins, hurt, pain
. . . inhumanity.
The miser lives
to destroy and delete
all of his days
. . . incomplete.
The lover longs
to sensually inhale
breath of sweet kisses
beyond the veil.
The pessimist yearns
to dare and disobey
the wishful eye
that seizes day.
The lark gives way
to sultry singing
as the world listens
to discern new meaning.
The dreamer dreams
to awake afresh
going forth to pursue
life at its best.
The liar struggles
in webs of deceit
to rend dying souls
repulsion complete.
The poet writes
to behold the blind truth
the honesty and integrity
of fallible fruit.
Copyright © 2001-2006 Latorial D. Faison
From My Cross
by Latorial Faison
Father remove these cups from me
The curse of lies, lust and trickery
Repeat after me and we shall see
If the promise of God deliverance be.
Life is laced with seduction and surprise
And the ways we're seen through others' eyes
"To err is human" -- the great disguise
Leaving scholars the world over to philosophize.
Come death to do us thy diligent deed
Carrying crowns of glory upon thy steed
For we fail to call upon thee but for greed
Having chosen the abyss from which to feed.
We utter in want "thy will be done"
Without accepting the flesh of the Son
One's left to live not as the chosen one
In denial that the Truth would ever come.
Father remove these cups from me
Selfishness, vanity, hate and disbelief
Entertwine within our spirits for the world to see
A love that's lasting, unconditional and free.
Copyrighted 2001-2006 by Latorial Faison
Father remove these cups from me
The curse of lies, lust and trickery
Repeat after me and we shall see
If the promise of God deliverance be.
Life is laced with seduction and surprise
And the ways we're seen through others' eyes
"To err is human" -- the great disguise
Leaving scholars the world over to philosophize.
Come death to do us thy diligent deed
Carrying crowns of glory upon thy steed
For we fail to call upon thee but for greed
Having chosen the abyss from which to feed.
We utter in want "thy will be done"
Without accepting the flesh of the Son
One's left to live not as the chosen one
In denial that the Truth would ever come.
Father remove these cups from me
Selfishness, vanity, hate and disbelief
Entertwine within our spirits for the world to see
A love that's lasting, unconditional and free.
Copyrighted 2001-2006 by Latorial Faison
Cycles
by Latorial Faison
I lift my head
from the palms of my hands
and extend them to you
come and be my dove
and I'll set you free
to dream, esteem
and tell little black babies
what America means
I close my eyes
as the blood trickles down
youthful cheeks and frowns
burning with desire for babies
whose babies
are not yet born
the beautiful ones
often born without a chance
Copyright © October 2005 Latorial D. Faison
I lift my head
from the palms of my hands
and extend them to you
come and be my dove
and I'll set you free
to dream, esteem
and tell little black babies
what America means
I close my eyes
as the blood trickles down
youthful cheeks and frowns
burning with desire for babies
whose babies
are not yet born
the beautiful ones
often born without a chance
Copyright © October 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Healing the Breach
by Latorial Faison
long range missiles
disarmed
biological weapons
destroyed
Iraqi egos nailed
to a cross
doctrine and patriotism
lost
evil men
evil times
evil thinking
evil minds
White House
video games
giving life, taking life
it's all the same
brand new wars
in the name of peace
where verbal lies
are healing the breach
Copyright © July 2005 Latorial D. Faison
long range missiles
disarmed
biological weapons
destroyed
Iraqi egos nailed
to a cross
doctrine and patriotism
lost
evil men
evil times
evil thinking
evil minds
White House
video games
giving life, taking life
it's all the same
brand new wars
in the name of peace
where verbal lies
are healing the breach
Copyright © July 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Orientations
by Latorial Faison
Orientations
Are they
overrated
orchestrated
confiscated
syndicated
trimmed down
to nothings
of loves and laws,
forgivings and flaws
philosophical extremes
mental notes
and conscious
streams?
Copyright © July 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Orientations
Are they
overrated
orchestrated
confiscated
syndicated
trimmed down
to nothings
of loves and laws,
forgivings and flaws
philosophical extremes
mental notes
and conscious
streams?
Copyright © July 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Epiphany
by Latorial Faison
To view rainbows for
The first time colored, not in
Strands of blacks and whites
Copyright © July 2005 Latorial D. Faison
To view rainbows for
The first time colored, not in
Strands of blacks and whites
Copyright © July 2005 Latorial D. Faison
London Bridges
by Latorial Faison
Where are the people?
Where are the bridges?
Where are the churches?
Where are the religions?
Where are the terrorists?
Where are the bombs?
Where are the leaders?
Where are the alarms?
Where are the nations?
Where are the pacts?
Where are the weapons?
Where are the facts?
Copyright © July 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Where are the people?
Where are the bridges?
Where are the churches?
Where are the religions?
Where are the terrorists?
Where are the bombs?
Where are the leaders?
Where are the alarms?
Where are the nations?
Where are the pacts?
Where are the weapons?
Where are the facts?
Copyright © July 2005 Latorial D. Faison
A Spiritual Decision
by Latorial Faison
The Master knows me inside out
My thoughts, my ways, without a doubt
So why do I forget He's there
When life brings me to pain and despair
I err and stray and hide from Him
Afraid to seek Him when the way grows dim
For he proposes the narrow and the straight
In hopes that I will choose to enter His gate
It's trickery . . . this life of material things
That causes me to forget about earning my wings
That I might one day fly away from here
Above worldly moments to a lifetime so dear
Teach me daily to be small and kind
Show me Your way, a real treasure to find
Lord You know me inside and out
And yes, you love me without a doubt
But at some point, it's all up to me
To take up my cross and follow thee
Copyright © July 2005 Latorial D. Faison
The Master knows me inside out
My thoughts, my ways, without a doubt
So why do I forget He's there
When life brings me to pain and despair
I err and stray and hide from Him
Afraid to seek Him when the way grows dim
For he proposes the narrow and the straight
In hopes that I will choose to enter His gate
It's trickery . . . this life of material things
That causes me to forget about earning my wings
That I might one day fly away from here
Above worldly moments to a lifetime so dear
Teach me daily to be small and kind
Show me Your way, a real treasure to find
Lord You know me inside and out
And yes, you love me without a doubt
But at some point, it's all up to me
To take up my cross and follow thee
Copyright © July 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Chains of Command
by Latorial Faison
You can get a lot of thinking done
when there's time to do it. Today's
headlines bombarded my thoughts:
mistreatment of Iraqi prisoners,
the Heinz papers released, the usual
. . . Bush, Cheyney and Rumsfeld
working co-herently to squash any
thoughts of presidential impeachment
ie. simultaneously making a fortune
and saving their asses (smile). I'll
tell you. I'm still trying to figure out
why America would even allow anybody to
be a Commander-in-Chief without having
had a real military command in the U.S.
Armed forces. White people are still
doing the damndest things. They make the
rules, disobey the rules, and then change
the rules. It's the circle of life.
Almost 3 years to the anniversary of 9/11,
and still no justice for the terroristic
slaughter that befell our nation. I'm about
preached out on this one. Every preacher,
pastor, philosopher and primary spokesperson
seems to have the right idea, the right
message, the right lead, the right reaction.
I'm following my heart. I'm listening to
the voices of the dead. And they tell me
that both politics and religion are overrated.
That's a shame, because it's what life offers
to us all. It is what life has offered me.
One day it stood before me with a Bible in
one hand and a white man's world in the other.
I'm still not sure whether I've chosen either
hand without wanting to reap the benefits of
the other. You call it human. I call it crazy.
I call it confusing, mixed up, messed up . . .
a damned shame. This is what we are made of,
what we face each day we wake up, chains of command
changing the command to chains for the man.
Copyright © May 2005 Latorial D. Faison
You can get a lot of thinking done
when there's time to do it. Today's
headlines bombarded my thoughts:
mistreatment of Iraqi prisoners,
the Heinz papers released, the usual
. . . Bush, Cheyney and Rumsfeld
working co-herently to squash any
thoughts of presidential impeachment
ie. simultaneously making a fortune
and saving their asses (smile). I'll
tell you. I'm still trying to figure out
why America would even allow anybody to
be a Commander-in-Chief without having
had a real military command in the U.S.
Armed forces. White people are still
doing the damndest things. They make the
rules, disobey the rules, and then change
the rules. It's the circle of life.
Almost 3 years to the anniversary of 9/11,
and still no justice for the terroristic
slaughter that befell our nation. I'm about
preached out on this one. Every preacher,
pastor, philosopher and primary spokesperson
seems to have the right idea, the right
message, the right lead, the right reaction.
I'm following my heart. I'm listening to
the voices of the dead. And they tell me
that both politics and religion are overrated.
That's a shame, because it's what life offers
to us all. It is what life has offered me.
One day it stood before me with a Bible in
one hand and a white man's world in the other.
I'm still not sure whether I've chosen either
hand without wanting to reap the benefits of
the other. You call it human. I call it crazy.
I call it confusing, mixed up, messed up . . .
a damned shame. This is what we are made of,
what we face each day we wake up, chains of command
changing the command to chains for the man.
Copyright © May 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Traces of War
by Latorial Faison
they have been strewn all about me
my bed, my children, my home, my life
dusty pieces of denial that cling to us
as my children wander into our kitchen
for cool glasses of milk and into our arms
for comfort, the memories stick like grit
as we caress one another from head to toe
we still feel the fear of yesterdays filled with
so much unknown, uncertainty, unrest
there are too many sands of sadness, yet
we pick up the pieces every day to move
on from what carried us so far away
Copyright © May 2005 Latorial D. Faison
they have been strewn all about me
my bed, my children, my home, my life
dusty pieces of denial that cling to us
as my children wander into our kitchen
for cool glasses of milk and into our arms
for comfort, the memories stick like grit
as we caress one another from head to toe
we still feel the fear of yesterdays filled with
so much unknown, uncertainty, unrest
there are too many sands of sadness, yet
we pick up the pieces every day to move
on from what carried us so far away
Copyright © May 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Where to Now America?
by Latorial Faison
Where to Now America?
Do we avenge perished souls
Exemplify a peaceful nation
Listen to God, pray for solace
Play politics or wage war
Do we tear up lands, tear down walls
And strive to build them back up again
Do we hide behind creeds and patriotism
Or press on with greed and cynicism
Where to now America?
Our actions and intentions are unclear
While half the world fears an end is near
Are we chess players with partisan orders
Claiming countries, moving men across borders?
To humanity, to money, to leadership or to love
To east, to west, to intelligence or to ignorance
To salvation, to destruction, to right or to wrong
To honor, to shame, to peace or to war
Where to now America?
Copyright © January 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Where to Now America?
Do we avenge perished souls
Exemplify a peaceful nation
Listen to God, pray for solace
Play politics or wage war
Do we tear up lands, tear down walls
And strive to build them back up again
Do we hide behind creeds and patriotism
Or press on with greed and cynicism
Where to now America?
Our actions and intentions are unclear
While half the world fears an end is near
Are we chess players with partisan orders
Claiming countries, moving men across borders?
To humanity, to money, to leadership or to love
To east, to west, to intelligence or to ignorance
To salvation, to destruction, to right or to wrong
To honor, to shame, to peace or to war
Where to now America?
Copyright © January 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Holocaust Memories
by Latorial Faison
mine are mostly
those written
in Arnie's poems
or Anne Frank's diary
children going "left"
to concentration camps
while parents go "right"
to some other Hitler's hell
young Jewish boys
growing up to be set free
to only God knows what
life, death or both
Holocaust memories tell
how real the hatred
how ugly the people
who practice it
so much time passes
between sad moments
that I can hardly feel
the joy of liberation
but I always remember
the people, the promise
lands of abundance
lives of freedom
Copyright © 2005 Latorial D. Faison
mine are mostly
those written
in Arnie's poems
or Anne Frank's diary
children going "left"
to concentration camps
while parents go "right"
to some other Hitler's hell
young Jewish boys
growing up to be set free
to only God knows what
life, death or both
Holocaust memories tell
how real the hatred
how ugly the people
who practice it
so much time passes
between sad moments
that I can hardly feel
the joy of liberation
but I always remember
the people, the promise
lands of abundance
lives of freedom
Copyright © 2005 Latorial D. Faison
What is a Tsunami?
by Latorial Faison
too many bodies
to know how many
to look for
or where to even
look
twenty thousand
fifty thousand
maybe even one hundred thousand
people perishing
plunging to their deaths
on one of the most deceiftul days
the world has ever known
a day of less
clueless, childless
parentless, spouseless
homeless
not just an ordinary day
Copyright © 2004-2006 Latorial D. Faison
too many bodies
to know how many
to look for
or where to even
look
twenty thousand
fifty thousand
maybe even one hundred thousand
people perishing
plunging to their deaths
on one of the most deceiftul days
the world has ever known
a day of less
clueless, childless
parentless, spouseless
homeless
not just an ordinary day
Copyright © 2004-2006 Latorial D. Faison
Where Have You Been All of My Life?
by Latorial Faison
Where have you been
All of my life?
Held up in another state
With four kids and a wife?
For years you've been ducking
And dodging a secret
What I want to know is
"How in hell could you keep it?"
When I was little
I wanted to know your name
Now that I'm grown
I want you to share the blame
Or is it the stain
The shame or the pain
That causes a grown man
To become so lame
No matter the reasons
They're all just words
Lies travel in packs
Cowards in herds
If I'm angry, disgusted
Or just a little pissed
Just add it all up
It equals being dismissed
Disregarded, discarded
Left to find my own way
Lies, lies and more lies
Haunt me everyday
When I come to myself
Every trace of you
Burns within my skin
Rendering lies true
Where have you been
All of my life?
I've been through hell
unloading this strife
Even if I live
Even if you die
A question remains
That no one explains
"Why?"
Copyright © April 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Where have you been
All of my life?
Held up in another state
With four kids and a wife?
For years you've been ducking
And dodging a secret
What I want to know is
"How in hell could you keep it?"
When I was little
I wanted to know your name
Now that I'm grown
I want you to share the blame
Or is it the stain
The shame or the pain
That causes a grown man
To become so lame
No matter the reasons
They're all just words
Lies travel in packs
Cowards in herds
If I'm angry, disgusted
Or just a little pissed
Just add it all up
It equals being dismissed
Disregarded, discarded
Left to find my own way
Lies, lies and more lies
Haunt me everyday
When I come to myself
Every trace of you
Burns within my skin
Rendering lies true
Where have you been
All of my life?
I've been through hell
unloading this strife
Even if I live
Even if you die
A question remains
That no one explains
"Why?"
Copyright © April 2005 Latorial D. Faison
Inner Thoughts
by Latorial Faison
I can't let you in
that would be a sin
and I'd have to confess it
all over again
tainting your smile
with two lips' denial
that's a trip
nobody calls worthwhile
too often I keep me
bottled up inside
where layers of life
are a great place to hide
my fears, my foes
the hurts and the woes
of common place, everyday
stompings and blows
it's no mystery, just history
a mere reality
that people in my life
may never understand me
Copyright © 2004-2006 Latorial D. Faison
I can't let you in
that would be a sin
and I'd have to confess it
all over again
tainting your smile
with two lips' denial
that's a trip
nobody calls worthwhile
too often I keep me
bottled up inside
where layers of life
are a great place to hide
my fears, my foes
the hurts and the woes
of common place, everyday
stompings and blows
it's no mystery, just history
a mere reality
that people in my life
may never understand me
Copyright © 2004-2006 Latorial D. Faison
Individuality
by Latorial Faison
let me
be
and I'll
be
myself
while
watching you
be
someone
else
I'll pray
let's pray
for new
words
to say
our styles
new trials
and
individuality
Copyright © 2004-2006 Latorial D. Faison
let me
be
and I'll
be
myself
while
watching you
be
someone
else
I'll pray
let's pray
for new
words
to say
our styles
new trials
and
individuality
Copyright © 2004-2006 Latorial D. Faison
Unknown
by Latorial Faison
we've got way too many people
walking and talking inside us
people the world will never know
and it's an ironic sadness
a stillness that calms the craziness
that meddles with our minds
to deceive and leave our eyes
ego tripping . . .
There's nothing shallow in between
but the spirit man they've never seen
who calls my real world make believe
making reality of all my dreams
white folks can't explain it
black folks call it crazy
I just call it what it is . . .
unknown
Copyright © 2004-2006 Latorial D. Faison
we've got way too many people
walking and talking inside us
people the world will never know
and it's an ironic sadness
a stillness that calms the craziness
that meddles with our minds
to deceive and leave our eyes
ego tripping . . .
There's nothing shallow in between
but the spirit man they've never seen
who calls my real world make believe
making reality of all my dreams
white folks can't explain it
black folks call it crazy
I just call it what it is . . .
unknown
Copyright © 2004-2006 Latorial D. Faison
The Street
by Latorial Faison
don't think I'll ever
understand the street
what about it makes
brothers get knee deep
in love and trouble
sworn in by fast money
drama and drugs
on the double
education is overrated
honest jobs a joke
the topic of interest
"whose got the next smoke"
cruising and smoozing
on the boulevard
living ain't easy
so you gotta be hard
there are no friends
just enemies in this game
next thing you know, the
feds are changing your name
Copyright © May 2005 Latorial D. Faison
don't think I'll ever
understand the street
what about it makes
brothers get knee deep
in love and trouble
sworn in by fast money
drama and drugs
on the double
education is overrated
honest jobs a joke
the topic of interest
"whose got the next smoke"
cruising and smoozing
on the boulevard
living ain't easy
so you gotta be hard
there are no friends
just enemies in this game
next thing you know, the
feds are changing your name
Copyright © May 2005 Latorial D. Faison
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