Hey crazy boy why you acting like that
You talk funny, you walk funny why you acting so black
Angry boy why you so mad and mean mugging so hard
Paramount pictures should buy your story you who are nothing without God
You should be happy! Freedom is ringing you’re free at last
Yeah! Give them your story so the bootleggers can bootleg it and the producers can lace a soundtrack
Nutty Professor, Big Momma’s House, Madea’s Family Reunion, Color Purple and that crazy black boy
That sounds like a groupie in his myspace video blog yet he’s telling the truth boy
What can I say he gets attached like a pit bull that has tasted blood? With jaws of steel that is a metaphor representing the stereotypes of society that detain my black brotha like the hard cold grip of his past…
I guess its how unthinkingly cruel we are to animals.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
Do some hard thinking on us and them. To perhaps at least show some compassion when we haul a fish from its world as we might like an alien to be kind should we be abducted, processed and eaten.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
Been writing and burning poetry since I was a kid. Maybe 60 years.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
Alfred Lord Tennyson
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
There will always be a percentage
Of people who don’t agree with your message.
Some will love you and follow your profession;
They will chant “Tim is God,” and you’ll be their obsession.
Genre: inspirational/motivational
A Mention of Minchin
By Allison Welborn
There will always be a percentage
Of people who don’t agree with your message.
Some will love you and follow your profession;
They will chant “Tim is God,” and you’ll be their obsession.
Some will adore “White Wine in the Sun,” and agree with “The Fence,”
But will completely reject your religious stance.
And some will hate you and will never give you a chance.
Some will get out of their seat and on the toes of their feet
When I say, “What do you think of Minchin? Here, I’ll give you a beat.”
“He’s loud and obnoxious.
He’s rude and rambunctious.
He will never make it as a comedian.
He’s overly sarcastic and rudely bombastic.
He’s offensive and aggressive.
He will always be a fool, scum, a godless bohemian.
He’s racist and tasteless.
He’s ignorant and arrogant.
I’m sure he’s heard it all, that fumigant.
How dare he use the word nigger?
Whatever happened to tar and feather?
It’s shit on a page!
Get off the stage!”
To them I would say,
“Here are a few questions if I may,
Did he offend you? Are you mad?!
Did he come a little too close to home for you, lad?
If you’ve answered yes, it was probably rightly due;
Maybe you should change your hue, or get a clue.
If you heard the words that were applied,
You’d know that he was on the right side.”
They would see what they were missin’,
If they would just give it a listen.
Your music is the Xanax to my anxiety;
When I’m down, your lyrics pick me back up entirely.
Every time I wake, something emerges in my gourd.
Why, it’s you; whether it’s a line, a verse, or a chord.
Surely I haven’t been misconceived,
For this is what I have perceived . . .
“He’s articulate and accurate.
He’s crude but shampooed.
He will be a hit or miss for the religious clans.
He’s clever and a scholar.
He’s relatable and inspirational.
He will be a fucking legend to his biggest fans.
He’s considerate and elaborate.
He’s honest but modest.
He has changed some of my views, for that I am fondest.
He’s one of a kind, a true performer!
He give me chills, even if it’s summer!
Like cheddar, he only gets better with age.
For Tim Minchin will never be caged!”
They fall back in their seat, in what seems like defeat.
“I’ll give him another go, maybe there’s more to Tim than I know.”
If I’ve done my part, perhaps they’ll have a change of heart.
I may have created a brand new fixation,
All due to a mention of Minchin.
Fathers build and mothers smile
Bear their fruit to drop their seeds
Within us all lives a child
In soil rich beneath the weeds
Genre: Life
GENERATIONS
by Thomas K. Hunt
Fathers build and mothers smile
Bear their fruit to drop their seeds
Within us all lives a child
In soil rich beneath the weeds
Years of changing faces
Given eyes tell the truth
Aged lines leave subtle traces
Still, blossom from just one root
The torch we pass is everlasting
Red embers of bloodline names
Many molds from just one casting
Each one different but yet the same
Still the foe of time fights against us
Always the victor in the field
Though we struggle with mighty vengeance
We suffer a wound that never heals
Faces change to granite markers
Fleeting memories of what we were
Photographs in old footlockers
Become unfocused, faded, and blurred
Like the horizon steals the sunset
The ages rob our life of time
Yet like the sunrise in the morning
Another life is born from mine
Immortality does exist
Survived with each new fertile womb
Natures own enduring seed
Again will flower, again will bloom
I disappeared.
An exit in the other world
Walking for the tribute
Just another walk in the pain
This World is for you?
Genre: Rhyme, Love
JUST ANOTHER WALK
by Milena O. Laska
I disappeared.
An exit in the other world
Walking for the tribute
Just another walk in the pain
This World is for you?
Just another walk
On the other side
Give me your shoulder
And just another life
I need you
I want to be with you
Looking for the tribute.
I dry my tears
Armed by my fears
With their shields and spears
Killing me by loving you,
Tender Angel.
Come soon, again,
I need to be armed again,
You dont come in vain,
I need you, guarded by you,
Angel.
Mild and tender
Through this worlds thunder and rain.
Just another walk for the tribute.
Armed my fears and tears
I dream and dream and only you Angel must know
What I mean, calling you from the other side of love.
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