Shaka’s Collected Poems
'What's Left'
After the goodbyes, the disconnects, the return to senders and the no collect calls are allowed?
What's left after the 'Dear John's', Dear Mary's and no forwarding addresses?
What's left after the has been, never was and should of been?
What's left after I love you, but I care for you but, well maybe we just be friends - but?
What's left after a diagnosis of, a misdiagnosis of, dehumanization and mistreatment of only to discover that your condition is now...
What's left, when bigotry, xenophobia, homophobia and sexism passes for being politically correct? When ignorance gets promoted to the level of intelligence?
The Answer - Staying Strong and Never Surrendering to the madness, repression and oppression in which you're subjected to!!!
Dare to Struggle - Dare to Win
Musings...
Revolutionary, Evolutionary, Visionary, what does it all mean in the everyday scene? It makes you wonder is this a dream or are we making progress despite what it seem?
Imagine lockdowned 23 hrs a day in a supermax prison. Locked down, thrown down, bounced around and a frown is just a frown.
Where even the word comrade becomes a drag.
A friend, what does it mean when existing in the abyss of a living hell; where even a yell does no good?
Ten Toes Down!!
Hmmm....
Resistance, Rebellion and Revolution
What does it all mean
when you step on the scene
amongst friends
whether its for sex, money or power
No politics - just politricks
moving amongst a mass of
tricks
all seeking that next hit
wishing I was 10ft tall
so I can crush em all
the death dealers, dream killas and
mind stealers, can you feel me
can you see me, smell me and yet
deep down you don't even hear me......
(the end)
Love
Love is like a flower that needs
constant nurturing in order to
grow and blossom.
Left in darkness without sunlight it cannot blossom.
Left in dry soil without water it cannot grow.
Love manifest itself in many forms, but in whatever form it manifest, it must be nurtured and cultivated.
To another year of finding strength and solace in one another and our family.
Aluta Continua!!
-The Beast-
Trapped in this beast
hearing the roar of a wickedness left unseen.
Having come full circle
from the hightec to the projects
from the torture chamber to the soap opera where death and disease plays hide & seek.
Gangsta's, A.B.'s, wannabe's and those who don't know who we be.
Dinosaurs, aging vets and the last of a dying breed now who shall we read?
Rebels
Rebels with Minds
Rebels with spines
Rebels with a cause Rebels without pause, who ultimately hurts Us all.
Yeah the Beast, the same ol Bitch!!
SS 7/27/05
The Pen Is a Weapon......
For one who is oppressed and has a conscious mind the act of writing is a subversive act. This especially applies to someone in prison trapped behind enemy lines.
The art and desire to write ,like the desire to scream, must come from a place, a space of liberation. A liberatory act of resistance. Writing for me has always been therapeutic, a salve against the blows and wounds inflicted by abusive power. It has also been a tool, a weapon if you will, to bludgeon and beat back the beast who strives to steal my mind and crush my soul while destroying my spirit and will to live and/or fight.
When I was young and my approach to fighting my battles were always physical. I never new that little letters matched together to form words and sentences could have the power of an atom bomb. The power to shape minds, move mountains and topple oppressive regimes.
Who knew that men n women with fancy titles, in skirts and ties, with an array of weapons and devices at their fingertips would plot, plan and scheme on how to silence those words, to erase, to delete, to prohibit the writing or speaking of those words. Tyranny knows no bounds.
Why do such ppl fear such from an oldman trapped in a concrete box behind a solid steel door? Because those little tiny letters, characters that created words that leads to sentences and paragraphs give birth to KNOWLEDGE.
Knowledge in the hands of the oppressed, the dispossessed, the disinherited, the disenchanted is like cryptonite to those who wield oppressive power.
Free your mind and the rest will come!! Dare to Struggle - Dare to Win
Shaka Shakur.1996207@jpay.com