The Vanishing MAN ...

Place a feeling of pain

in a space where love once reigned.
Place a feeling of absence
in a spot where family once felt your presence
so goes the way of the vanishing man.
Place a feeling of oppression
upon a man who's free of corruption.
Place a feeling of fear
in the hearts of those you hold dear,
in their eyes the hold tears for
the visage of the vanishing man.
Place a feeling of deceit
that echoes through the street.
Place the cold hands of death
around the throat of life itself.

[Now stop and analyze these events]
 

In which you used your family and friends as a vent
and now your life is stretched to its final extent.
you're a ghost in the wind
who leaves behind a trail of sin.
so be it for the vanishing man...

 

by ... Steve Roman

WHATS GOING ON?

TELL ME WHATS GOING ON IN THIS WORLD TODAY?
I TURN ON THE NEWS AND SEE A LITTLE GIRL LYING DOWN
SHE WAS IN A GANG CROSSFIRE
MISTAKENLY SHOT DOWN
THEY SHOW HOW HER MOTHER,SO UPSET
CRYING BECAUSE SHE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO
THE LITTLE GIRL, WAS GETTING OFF THE BUS FROM SCHOOL
NOW HER FAMILY WILL NEVER BE THE SAME
WHY?
ALL BECAUSE OF SOME DAMN GANG
BROTHERS AND SISTERS KILLING EACH OTHER
FOR WHAT?
WE NEED TO UNITE AND GET ALONG WITH ONE ANOTHER
I TRY TO UNDERSTAND AND IT STILL DOESN'T MAKE SENSE
YOU CAN'T GO OUTSIDE CUZ YOU'RE AFRAID YOU'LL GET HIT
BY A BULLET WITH NO NAME
YOUNG KIDS KILLING EACH OTHER
BECAUSE THEY THINK IT'S A GAME
KILLING FOR THEM JORDAN SHOES
WASTE OF A LIFE
THE KICKS WEREN'T EVEN NEW
IT'S HARD LIVIN IN A NEIGHBORHOOD THAT'S ROUGH
YOU WANNA SURVIVE?
KEEP YOUR HEAD UP?
BE STRONG AND STAY TOUGH
IN THIS AREA AROUND HERE
THAT IS THE ONLY WAY YOU ARE GOING TO SURVIVE
LOOK AT THE STATISTICS
THE AVERAGE BROTHER DOESN'T LIVE TO SEE 25
PLEASE HEAR ME
THIS VIOLENCE CAN'T GO ON FOR LONG
PLEASE BROTHERS AND SISTERS
TELL ME "WHATS GOING ON?"

RAISING A FAMILY IN THE GHETTO
TRYING TO GET OUT!
A BROTHER HOMELESS
LIVING IN A CRACK HOUSE
THERE IS NOT ENOUGH FUNDING FOR THE CHILDREN IN SCHOOL
YESTERDAY, I SAW A LITTLE BOY STARVIN'
BECAUSE THERE WAS NO FOOD
IN HIS REFRIGERATOR OF HIS HOME
HIS PARENTS ARE YOUNG, SO THEY LEAVE HIM ALONE
THINGS HAVEN'T CHANGED
THEY STILL THE SAME
SINCE WAY BACK WHEN
FIGHTS AND GUNS IN SCHOOL
YOUNG FEMALES GETTING PREGNANT
HAVING KIDS BEFORE THE AGE OF 16
SHE DROPS OUT OF SCHOOL
HUH!
SEE WHAT I MEAN!
BROTHERS KILLIN
KIDS STEALIN
IF YOU CAN TELL ME WHAT'S IN YOUR YOUNG MIND
MANY OF THE BROTHERS AND SISTERS
IN PRISON DOING TIME
FOR SOME PETTY BULLSH*T
YOUR LIFE IS OVER NOW, THAT'S IT!
YOU PROVED TO YOUR PEEPS YOU HAVE NO FEAR
BUT TELL ME, WAS IT WORTH DOING 10, 20 OR 30 YEARS?
AT SUCH A IMMATURE LIFE
YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT
BROTHERS AND SISTERS
YOU SHOULD HAVE REALIZED
DOESN'T MATTER NOW
BECAUSE YOU SINGING THAT OLE PRISON SONG
LET ME KNOW "WHATS GOING ON?"

MOTHERS CRYING
BROTHERS DYING
YOU TRY TO GET A JOB
BUT EMPLOYMENT IS HARD TO COME BY
YOU FIGURE "I'LL SELL THAT ROCK"
THINK IT'S EASIER
DO IT ONCE AND I CAN HAVE A "G" IN MY POC!

MY SISTER, MY SISTER
WHY DO YOU SELL YOUR PRECIOUS SOUL?
THINK YOUR FAMILY DOESN’T GIVE A DAMN?
YOU HURT AND HAVE NO WHERE TO GO?
IN THIS WORLD, HELL IT'S AN EVERYDAY STRUGGLE
SO, YOU GOTTA JUST KEEP UP THE FIGHT!
LIKE JAY-Z ONCE RHYMED
"IT'S A HARD KNOCK LIFE!

by ...
Kodi Me'Chele.

About the Author
My name is Kodi Me'Chele. I am a comedian/entertainer/musician/author. A jack of all trades. Currently, I have released my first book called "TEARS OF A CLOWN" THE UNTOLD SPOKEN WORDS, which is a book of over 10 years of poetry and true short stories of the ups and downs and almost death experience of being in the Iraq War in 2003. Many don't see the serious side of me, and I would like a chance for people to know the real Kodi Me'Chele and what actually goes on in the mind of a comedian, who makes people laugh all the time, but yet cannot keep my own sanity in perspective. Below is all info needed as well as my published book and a excerpt from the book called "WHAT'S GOING ON." Thank you for your time!

LINK TO BOOK ON SALE "TEARS OF A CLOWN" THE UNTOLD SPOKEN WORDS:

http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/tears-of-a-clown-the-untold-spoken-words/12313222

 

Kodi Me'Chele

SOUL VIBE ENTERTAINMENT

soulvibeent@yahoo.com
Business Cell: 347.687-5195

Manipulate Man's Kind!

I intoxicate and intrigue;
Intrude in on man's mind.
The hallucination of my intoxication is a dedication to the harmonious rhythm of life...
Like a poisonous wine...A masterpiece of my mine.
The factitious fable which is your life is nothing more than a famine of reality, full of destruction and strife.
An erroneous enormity, I can't believe the audacity;
Abstain from this abstract of lies fed to you by those who are proven to be fools...Picture this; The hands, The strings...The tools.
Allow me to administer a much more diverse and sinister dimensions
comprehension of this devilish dimension. First discard of the unsightly, unsociable, and unsavory misconception that all which does not apply let apply let fly; yee shall reply to all , and on no one shall you rely!
We are soldiers of fortune, masters of our domain and we shall leave nothing the same.
Today we shall fight...fight for peace...peace of mind, or for a piece that's mine.
I shall become a way point in time. an advocate of independence revel in my vindication!
I'm the true testament to man, here i stand the master of my land
unchanged by the manipulation of mans kind.
I'll rage against the machine and bring it to a halting grind.
i am a warrior of peace and the angel of death an oxymoron in the flesh.
I'll fight for the greater good and vanquish all who oppose me.
So understand that i am the master of my destiny, and i shall never fall in line with the
manipulation of mans kind.!!!

by S. Roman

"The Closet Writer"

I’ve always had something to say
But was too afraid
My words locked away,
But no longer can I contain them
So here I am, today.

A daughter, striving to make her mom proud
A mother, struggling to give the world to her child.
A sister, loving without conditions
A friend with a shoulder, and an ear to listen.
I am a person, just like you, with something to say
But was always too afraid
My words locked away,
But no longer can I contain them
So, here I am, today.

I am a woman of many faces,
Progressive.
Evolved.
I won’t take no for an answer,
I dare to reach for the stars.
I was a closet writer
Never revealing what I wanted to say,
Always too afraid,
My words locked away,
But no longer can I contain them
So, here I am….Now….Today.

by ... Mel G.

ONE DAY

One day I was me.
I had always been me, never liking that girl, overwhelmed by inaccurate perceptions of the world.

I had the inner city blues, and thought a hero wasn’t nothing but a sandwich; so I walked around with my eyes wide shut, wouldn’t let nobody hug me. So I walked around with my insides out, wouldn’t let nobody love me.

One day I was me.
I had always been me, never liking that girl, overwhelmed by inaccurate perceptions of the world.

So I hated the skin I was in and negated the notion of having self worth. Illegitimate child I was anyways, a bastard they called me at birth. Afraid to smile cause people’s cruelty had lead me to be deceived. What others said when they looked at me, I had started to believe; not light enough, not smart enough, too tall or just too skinny; allowing other people to diminish what was in me. Allowing other people to decide how high I could soar. One night my nana came to me in a dream and said “sweet baby you are worth so much more”. She held me tight like she used to do when I was just a little girl. She was mean Joe Green and protected me from the perils of the world. I laid there in her arms and shared with her how much I truly missed her, and how I wished she was alive so I could hug and kiss her. I told her how the world was weighing down on me like bricks. In seconds flat she vanished from my sight but left me this: “Likened in His image you are magnificently constructed, cause God don’t make no junk. Be strong and don’t be weary Nana didn’t raise no punks. There’s some special stuff you have that God made custom just for you; mean folk will try to trick you into thinking that’s not true. Don’t be dismayed by what folk say cause in the end you’ll see. The hatred that they spew stems from the seeds of jealousy. You are beautiful and there is nothing in this world that you can’t do. The only person who can stop you from going forth boldly is you. You are a treasure sweetie, keep holding His unchanging hand and you will see, and in your darkest hour praise will confuse the enemy. Do you know why God didn’t make you first? Because He saved the best for last! Put your whole heart in His hands and He will heal you from your past. Pray without ceasing and the battle is already won. God is watching over you beyond the footprints of the Son.

See one day I was me
I had always been me, but I didn’t know me
I had always been me, but God had to show me
I had always been me, but I couldn’t see me
I had always been me, but I couldn’t be me
I had always been me, but God had to free me


Then one day I was me and my spirit met God, and impossible obstacles were no longer hard, and giants would fall at the sight of my glow, Satan under my feet, I rejected defeat. People tried and they tried to figure out how I could smile with sincerity through every disparity, “what you smiling about?” they would say. If you only knew what God brought me through you would smile from your heart the same way. I am worshiping Him through the way I treat others, the way that I walk and I talk, and I move. The pep in my step and the sugar in my voice are because God has just been so sweet. So I stunt like my daddy, cause He’s shown me favor, His word is hidden in my heart and I hasten to savor. I am more than a conquer I am a champion, so I choose to spread joy as a habit. Everything that God said he would do in my life I have faith that I already have it. He has engraved in my palms the 27th Psalm, so when I lift my hands up, “Whom shall I fear?” He whispered in my ears peace and restoration from Heaven, saturated my spirit with Hebrew 11. I am expecting the evidence of things not yet seen. So I walk in my purpose exuding the grace and integrity of a Queen. I am in essence the very core of a woman at the pinnacle of virtuosity. I am dynamic, and humbly bold. Each stride that I take leaves a small trail of gold. I have flowers in my pockets. I have honey in my lips. I have wisdom in my purse and Africa is in my hips. I have courage in my present, and strength follows me from my past. When my haters emerge, toss my head back and laugh; still smiling, still moving, still living my life like it is golden!


One day I was me.
I had always been me, never liking that girl, overwhelmed by inaccurate perceptions of the world. One day I was me and I kissed me and hugged me. One day I was me and decided to love me. One day I was me and decided to love me. One day I was me and decided to love me.

By ... Ashinna Cole