the worst thing you can do to a young mind is to not allow it the freedom to roam and explore all of its positive possibilities. there is a very fragile mental period between adolescence and adulthood that must be dealt with delicately and with precision in order to guarantee greatness...

Poeticca

What's Your Dream Again?

what's your dream again?
cause you keep looking on the ground
what are you looking for?
a treasure you may never find (looking on the ground)
what's your dream again?
no more moving in circles
focus babe on the greater path often heard of but seldom seen
dare to dream a artist dream of your own doing while doing what's necessary to make it true
what's your dream again?
is it to be famous and rich?
to drive the dope cars and be labeled that bitch?
the self contained unit that can't see another shooting star
even if it's in her face near or far
what's your dream again?
well sign on the dotted line
make a promise to yourself in black and white
while the road will be bumpy in the end you'll get your prize
and it's when you decide to dream eyes open wide.

Poeticca

Advantages

i have an advantage over you
i can live above and below the ground
i can comb the universe in my sleep
i can revisit my past lives only with deep image concentration
i can see the scope that life is
it's a cipher and it moves in all things that live
we are all connected somehow thru the energy that draws one to another
scientific beings we are that must contact each other to explore ourselves
and once we are open to this we find it hard to point the blame
as we come to learn
that every living thing is one and the same

Poeticcca

Somewhere Out There

somewhere out there is me
somewhere out there is you
somewhere out there is the truth
somewhere out there is lies
somewhere out there birds fly
somewhere out there we search for meaning
to define ourselves through doubts and pleading
pleading with others & ourselves
to find the confidence to be ourselves
but one day we fit our skin
where nothing matters except what's within
it is then that what's out there was always in
just too afraid to openly contend


-Poeticca

I Never

i never knew how to make a man earn my love
all he had to do was cherish my physique
in that i would find a reason to hold on despite the fallacy that courting for love and lust alone may bring
but laden became my loving heart with unrest that i just may have closed myself to the love i have never been given by anyone
i never thought i could feel like this
i never thought i would come to this reality because as an adolescent my love was clothed like a church angel in waiting for a dashing fantasy to sweep my love away into an unfleshly place where we could both live in eternal ecstasy
i never knew what real love was
even after i defined foolish love i still held on to mines with the hope that my truth would overshadow a dark heart in search of a place to rest
i never knew life could come to this: a meaty substance in need of disentanglement and a silky existence
i never knew a lot of things
and now i'm starting to find out...what it's all about

-Poeticca

I Am So

i am so grounded that i am the ground and the sky
the earth lives thru the trees and the seed grew from me
i am so centered that not 1 evil force can tip me off
believe me they have tried but i am not easily broken
i am so focused one doesn't need a telescope to see space, just look into my eyes and dream-you'll see
i am so cosmic i scare me
and how can this be if i am so???

-Poeticca

Type Stereo Flow

only dreadlock sistas are poets is what they say, what they believe
not relaxer, perm, touch-up sistas
not sistas that don't want to deal with the kitchen sistas (are poets)
only sistas that brave the course tooth comb are poets
is it true that my hair is my story & my bottom line?
no, no how can this be?
because i relax my hair and i know i'm a poet
just 'cause i relax my hair don't mean i'm a mid-drift showin', pop champagne, soulja boy loving type sista, come on
but that's what you think of us
but you know what? no for real
my hair is so nappy that i just can't deal!
and lord knows anyone else's hands in it just makes me cringe and remember all my tender-headed salon days back when i was under parental supervision
see, we are a poet nappy, curly or straight, weaved up/down & braided in any style and i'm good so do me a favor next time
before you judge me on my hair just try and read my heart first

-Janus Poeticca