The Poetic R
Entry #1
Title: Grandama (R.I.P. F R)
Author: R M
Date: January 15, 1996. Time: 3:08am
I remember the eyes that came
when Grandma had a comatose gaze.
I remember the sleepness nights from the fright
of what Grandma was going to see.
I remember how the eyes left
when Grandma did...
Yesterday I remembered who taught me how to play
checkers and always blew my peice
I remember the game War and Grandma's grits and grease.
Yet did I remember then to appreciate my Grandma?
Did I cause her trouble when I was young?
I can't remember ever doing anything to make myself
appear in Grandma's eyes
So many,
so many,
unanswered questions.
If only,
if only,
I was older then;
Would my questions be answers?
Yet, did I remember then to appreciate my Grandma?
Does she remember me?
What could I have done to make myself appear in her teary eyes, except be myself?
Does she remember me?
The times I treasure, that made me proud to be a member of this family.
But what makes me more important than her husband and kids?
Did I do something, Grandma would've did?
But everything I'll do
I'll do for when- I didn't remember then to appreciate my Grandma...
Entry #2
On the Dance Floor... 
I buy my drink and step onto the dancefloor
my heart pulses to the current rhythm and my eyes wonder
Things aren't the same
Back in the days we'd be grinding down to the floor
Whoa! am I glad that we don't do the electric slide anymore.
My heat sensors do an intake of the cuties in the house.
I find a spot where I am comfortable and watch other people get down.
My eyes wander and I spot a mirror-when mixed with a drink it will make me comfortable and more sure of myself.
My song is about to come on...
they are playing the beat...
I need to take the hand of the nearest man so I can get my grind on...
The tempo gets louder...Fire Burn a words without works
Enter R
Fire Burn...in my soul...
I yell the words and explode.
Damn I love this song....
You could step on my feet...
Spill liquor on me...
Feel on me...but when this song is on...
I can't go wrong.
I rotate my ass like a centipede
Why is that girl and her friends staring at me?
I grab my mound...
Slowly I go all the way down
My legs are open and I do a split on the floor
A crowd gathers around,
They want to see more...
I view the chick who was eyeing me earlier.
Maybe she's gay or just a hater.
I will play their game today and give them something to hate me for
In my mind I imagine she man on de bottom a mi.
His erect dung in his hand
Watch this bitch
Fire Burn a words without works
Fire Burn-They better learn
Imagine
Imagine
Entry #3
Title: Can Jah make me see?
Look into my eyes-
tell me what you see
Can you feel my pain?
Am I your enemy?
Love is blind...
that man took over my mind.
What I thought was love
was truely not in the past, so therefore
I need to evaluate and find out who's true.
Men will play their games if you allow them to.
Look into my eyes
think I'm a freak?
Can you feel me pain-
am I your destiny?
Would you marry a girl
who dressed this way..?
Is that what they yall see
when you look at me
scroll down...
is she just pussy
Is it a crime to have a fat mound
Men have doggish tendencies...
I proclaim...
and will until I am put in the ground!
So look into my eyes
down into my heart
do you believe in me?
Look into my eyes
Tell me what you want to see?
If this is our destiny
than it was Jah that I saw sitting on a rock
Dr.Moore said that in Haiti there's a man named Papa
Doc
Do you know your history?
we are still here
we can preserve our history
define your destiny
I want to be better than Spike Lee
Fireburn,they better learn
Look into my eyes,tell me what you see...
reggae is what I dance to..
Jamaica-is that where I hail from?
Back in the days one of my songs
was A who say me dun?
Now its Fire Burn
John Lennon said
Imagine
So Imagine
by R M.
October 6, 2000-Freestyle...2nd draft
Title: Strong Black Woman Whose Just Trying To Live Life To Da Fullest! Entry #4
Written by: R M
Primarily appeared on Black Planet under the alias: M629
LIFE IS FULL OF TWIST AND TURNS, MY MOTHER ALWAYS TOLD ME THAT FIRE BURNS...
BUT YOU KNOW WE AS PEOPLE NEVA LEARN/
MY HEART IS FRAGILE/THAT`S WHY WHEN MEN CHANGE/ IT DOESN`T TAKE A WHILE/
FOR ME TO KICK THEM TO THE CURVE/ WHY DO ALL MEN ON AND OFF THE INTERNET/ WANT TO GET THEIR SWERVE ON/
DON`T YOU READ STATISTICS?/
PEEPS IN AFRICA IS DYING/ BUT YET MEN HERE ARE STILL TRYING/
TO CLIMB ON TOP/ HIT IT FROM THE BACK/ TALKING ALL THAT SMACK/ GOD TELL THEM IT IS NOT RIGHT/
CAN I KEEP IT TIGHT?/ OR AM I THE SAME WAY/ WANT TO TALK DURING THE DAY/ AND HUMP AT NIGHT/
ITS NOT WONDER I CAN`T GET MR. RIGHT/ WHAT AM I DOING WRONG?/ LORD YOUR MY STRENGTH!!!/ BECAUSE MEN KEEP ON PLAYIN ME TO THE TENTH!
Title: "What picture does he see?" Author: Unknown Entry #5
What picture does He see?
Does He see His own reflection,
Or does He just see me?
Does He see His likeness,
The product of His hand.
Or just another Christian,
Who never took a stand.
Does He see a child of God,
A child that He set free.
Living life to honor Him,
Or does He just see me?
What about the other folks,
I meet along the way.
Do I show them Jesus,
To brighten up their day?
When someone looks into my eyes,
Can they truly see.
That calm and gentle peace of God,
That dwells inside of me.
When I reach out and shake a hand,
Is He right there in my grip?
Can they feel that strength from God,
That steadies when I slip?
When folks are in my presence,
Do they know His Spirit's there?
Can they see that He's the one,
Who guides me everywhere.
When other people think of me,
What is on their mind.
Do they think of Jesus Christ,
So gentle and so kind?
I try to be like Jesus,
Every single day.
Spreading love and kindness,
All along my way.
I'm afraid that I have failed,
I could not pass the test.
Deep inside my heart I know,
I haven't done my best.
I have had to fight my flesh,
Since the day that I was born.
It's always causing trouble,
And being such a thorn.
That's why His Spirit dwells in me,
He's helping me to learn.
In every situation,
Where I need to turn.
He knew I'd never pass the test,
That's why He took my place.
He gave His life to save my soul,
He suffered my disgrace.
Now I try to be like Him,
I must present Him well.
So other folks will want His gift,
And turn their backs on hell.
Other folks should see the joy,
That Christ has given me.
They should want to have it too,
Especially since it's free.
They should begin to ask me,
What is it they must do.
Just how it is they go about,
Getting Jesus too.
Then I get to tell them,
This wondrous gift is free.
It only takes a humble heart,
A prayer on bended knee.
Someday when I'm face to face,
With the Lord who set me free.
Will He see His own reflection,
Or will He just see me?
Entry #6-Works in Progress
Title: "Time to hold on"
It's all about my art in life Trying to be myself and defend the things that I feel.
Is it possible for me to walk the street not caring what people say.
How about it if you go through what I go through everyday?
But life is art and art is life.
Expression through my dedication through my prayer, I finally did something different with my hair.
Creativity, mobility of my people, sexuality, religiousity, vitality, mortality....just some of those ultimate questions in life.
But life is art and art is life.
I read a book today while studying for an exam.
JOHN MBITI (INTRODUCTION TO AFRICAN RELIGION, 1991, OXFORD) SAID, I AM BECAUSE WE ARE AND SINCE WE ARE, THEREFORE I AM.
Confused about the creation of man
My beliefs are not profound.
But my LOVE for the LORD can NEVER be knocked down.
I have gotten high before.
Will that stop me from entering the door to Eternal Peace?
Lord you have to let me know.
I don't believe in Adam & Eve.
I don't believe that the reason for trouble and trife is because Eve ate from the tree
Woman can't be the source of doom.
Why? Ain't a man yet not even my JESUS that didn't pass through a Womb
(To be continued...)
