Let It All Out

Posted in Room By Myself with tags , , , on January 5, 2011 by Ron


Tears are God’s gift to us.  Our holy water.  They heal us as they flow.  ~Rita Schiano


Show Me A Story

Posted in Room By Myself on January 3, 2011 by Ron

What do you see?

The Test

Posted in Room By Myself, Word Is Bond with tags , , , , , , on April 20, 2010 by Ron
You told me that I am the Captain of My Faith,
The Master of My Soul
And yet…
I feel there are outside forces that are out of my control

Ever since I’ve done wrong
I swear I’ve tried my best to do right,
but time and time again
There are those forces…
bringing me plight

And I’ve been constantly reassured
Been constantly told that everything will work itself out
Been told that I’m too good for things to not go right
…in the end

And I’ve done my best to believe.
Honest to God I have.
I’ve been working on these steps for so long
And yet…
I’m still that same mouse
Looking for that damn cheese….

Let me stop myself
because I actually did find that cheese
But then those forces stepped in
Needless to say,
I had been deceived.
Now I’m like the boy at his fathers funeral
Trying my best not grieve
Acting strong for everyone else
I’m simply pulling on my sleeve
Trying to muster up all my might
For the fight will soon begin
The forces have found its way
To attend me deep within

Just like light
Our minds sometimes bend
Showing us a picture that’s really just pretend
It’s all just a test
Will you transcend or descend?
The answer lies with the person within….

I Want…U

Posted in Room By Myself, Spit Something Crazy with tags , on March 20, 2010 by Ron


The End (In The Depths of Solitude)

Posted in Room By Myself with tags , , , , , , , , on February 22, 2010 by Ron

I exist in the depths of solitude

I’m feeling like the man on the moon; no marian

And I can’t ease my soul

I’m on the side like parking

Because I can’t pay the toll

I’m walking

Through a time space

Scrambled is my mind state

I’m searching for a state to keep my mind in place.

I’m wanting…

No yearning

For a life that’s not my own

For my own I don’t throne even though it is a blessing.

Each day it’s being tested

So in the end I leave you short

I need sleep

I’m restless.

So I hope you can accept this.

And since this is how I feel…

I really hope you can respect it.

I sit on the moon in the mist of solitude

But there’s really two here,

I call it inside outside.

But I keep most on the inside

So you probably only know me on the outside.

I’m on the inside peering down from a telescope…

It’s like two minds in one soul.

I sometimes sit back in awe of the opportunities

And never accept simplicity

And in the end I’m just memories…

I Got Soul

Posted in Black Thought, Spit Something Crazy, Word Is Bond with tags , , , , , , , , on February 17, 2010 by Ron

I’ve got soul like the afro pick with the black fist
Like an innocent baby given the chance to exist

Bruh Man
Ay yo
Bruh Man
Bean pies 2 for $5
Quite the deal
Why would I lie?

I’ve Got Soul

More like a pimp
Cause I ain’t never been no hoe
It’s that slight
Lean or Dip
As I,
Stride or Stroll

If you went
Back in Time
James Brown
Sam & Dave
They’d tell you the same

It’s that
90’s Era
“Excuse Me…Come Again?”

Some say its that
Thing to make your hair Curl & Glow
Maybe it’s
Under the feet
Near the popsicle toes.

Well we know it gives you that
“And for this I am thankful”
Type of feeling
And it runs through every inch of your body like
Good Loving
It’s just so
Spiritually healing.

It sparked those
Malcolm X activists
Martin Luther King pacifists

It made
East Bay Grease,
Helped you
Rock Steady
And gave you that
Sqaure Biz
And I’m not talking about what it was
I’m talking about what it is.

It tries to leave with every sneeze
But gets pushed back with every bless

No Stress

And if any a man tries to bring it down
Look them in the face and tell them this:

My soul is NOT for sale
never fails
And there’s never a doubt whether I’ll achieve my goals
Just because of the simple fact that

The Sirens Keep Me Up At Night

Posted in Black Thought with tags , , on February 16, 2010 by Ron

The night’s so dark
but the lights make it Blue
Black on Black
White in Red, White, and Blue
I can hear the mixture of different hues
White on Black
Black on White
O, what happens when colors ignite
Black covered in Red
Then Red suddenly spreads
Adding wild effects to the Blue,
which was caused by the light.
The sirens keep me up at night