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And no book gives a deeper insight into the inner life of the Negro, his struggles and his aspirations, than, The Souls of Black Folk.

quote by Ray Stannard Baker
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The Goal Of Poetry

it is simply to reach
out to people
with our verbal hands
these mental arms
and make them
look

deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
d eeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeperdeeper
deeper
deeper
deeper
deeper

too, within
themselves

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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(Insight Poem) A Question To An Understanding As You Know It

But what of the insight of these reasons, who claims to hold that light?
With a match book I push my hand firmly against it and stroke with quick flick and its lit.
Is that as easy as this insight?
Or is it harder to reach?
Is it like wisdom's gain on the train of life?
Only at the end of the ride do you get it.
Or is it somewhere in the middle?
A question to an understanding as you know it.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Book Of Black Holes

You be on yourside
I'll be on my side
In between there is a book
the book of Black Holes

You sling your arrows
I'll dodge the harrows
And then I'll record it
In the book of Black Holes

There be many pages
that goes through many stages
In the end you may find it
In the book of Black Holes

If it's a five or ten
Even a zero I win
And I have recorded it
In the book of Black Holes

Your comments cryptic
Your words haze, eliptic
And like I said goes down
In the book of Black Holes

Your choice to be insipid
Your dreams are timid
Compared to what's collected
In my book of Black Holes

poem by Midnights Voice
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That Journey isn't A Group Effort

Remember,
I should not be the feeder
That initiates your creativity.
I express from the depths of my heart.
I choose not to be the catalyst,
Of your 'originality'.

If you have aspirations,
To be innovative with 'that' to express
You must travel much deeper inside your self,
To reveal something as of yet explored.
And to do it means not to extend,
Upon that which has been developed
By one's own tears, blood and sweat.

If you have aspirations,
To be innovative with 'that' to express
You must travel much deeper inside your 'self',
To reveal something as of yet explored.
With an achieving of your own happiness to get!
Superficiality does not achieve what one expects.

You must travel much deeper inside your 'self'.
And that journey is not a group effort.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Day

The deeper and deeper I fall, deeper and deeper I seek,
Deeper and deeper I try and deeper and deeper I need
Forgive me
4x
And all I see is your face
2x
The deeper and deeper I fall, deeper and deeper I seek
Deeper and deeper I try, the deeper and deeper I need
The deeper and deeper I fail, deeper and deeper I read
Deeper and deeper I cry, the deeper and deeper I feed
Caught up in this game of life, me against you
Not doing what I should, just the things that I want to
So wrapped up, terrified of what I become
Outside Im laughing, inside Im numb
I cant see the light because it blinds me
Try to forget but my past always remidns me
Exposed, looked on by eyes of grace
Im so ashamed, dont look at my face
All I see is your face
4x
Get up by your strength, I rise up to thee
But Ill stay on my face if you will of me
Shape and mold me til your though
Humble myself, life laid down before you
I need your wisdom, so the truth I keep on living
And your love will always be a part of me
Cant do a thing, if I aint living for the kind
So dont ever leave or take your eyes off me
Its not who you are its who youre living for
Trials and tribulations will come

song performed by by P.O.D.
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Not Yet Down

I have wounds too,
Like you do.
Some just take too long
To heal they hurt
For many years,
The pain they birth
Have dried my tears.

I have scars too,
Perhaps you do.
Seems Life's battles -
They do not end
All these struggles
Where Lessons lend
Insight and some truth
There lies the fruit.

I am tired and weary
Like you, maybe.
And yet I find
Strength to punch back
One more time
In Life's Ring
Stand up
And fight!

Till I'm black and blue
But
Not
Down.

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Illuminating Tragedy Plight

I am blessed in knowing
that which I do not write
Eric Cockrell will write

we pass on the torch
in faith knowing other hands
reach out to carry on

our life race struggles
will embrace cause needs
of our brothers sisters

waiting for equality
in life opportunities
love blessed sincerity

we pass our torches
illuminating tragedy plight
government write offs

same beating yearning hearts
same aspirations dreams fears
same simple shelter food needs

we are species same
bitter sweet life experiences
litter our souls pasts

we walk a razor sharp line
crossing out our needs
to advocate humanity needs

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Chornicles of a Dark Heart Part 16 The open book's monologue

Red what is it to you black the color of death? maybe maybe not? anyone here play video games? FOR CHAOS? ring any bells help spread the taint more quickly? what might an open book write
what would a open book draw
what would an open book think
open books are predictable
so predict what the picture means
why is black black? why is red O infused? what is the meaning only you know maybe only me...

(added years later)

Maybe I'm the book, and maybe you're the reader
but who is you? is it not everyone
since I'm open, for all to point at laugh at, out of malice or for fun
because they know my thoughts, they know i love her? !
what did i do?
i never said i love you! ! !
how can they know?
how did i reap what i did now sow? !
The worst part
about being an open book,
is an open book can't close itself, can't have a heart
anyone can know all from just one look
there seems to be something wrong with being too open and honest
but it's too late a book can't close itself
can't move by its own accord to a shelf
an open book can never rest
so now I'm the book, so since im there just read
just read.... and watch my heart, my purpose, my soul, my life, me
watch.... watch them bleed

poem by David Knox
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Apflux

You sit here
An axe in your hand
With blood in your mind
You won't waste your time
A phase in your life
Can't quiet ignite
The flame in your heart
You're dead from the start
Black art infused
Confused, you'll lose
Black art confused
Infused, you'll lose
Black mind sees lies
Can't find a reason why
Black mind sees lies
Can't find the reason why
Pervert the truth
To kill and abuse
Pervert the truth
To kill and abuse
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Insight, insight, insight
Ignite, insight, insight
Insight, the fight
A knife will slice and dice
You'll die
a knife will slice and dice
Your mind
A knife will slice and dice
Your life
A knife will slice and dice
You'll cry
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Die, die, die, die
Life, die, die, die
Slice and dice and dice
And lie, you'll die
Your mind, you're a lie
A lie, you'll die
A knife, you'll die
A rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside a rip, a shred, a tear
Inside, ignite, insight

song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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From the Black Perspective

Why don't you write more from the 'Black' perspective?
Or the African-American point of view.
Perhaps from the 'Negro' in you.
You have several points of view,
From which to choose.
Why aren't your depictions more from this experience?

'You mean...
The isolation and pain? '

Yeasss.

'The oppression I've endured,
With little gain to claim? '

Oh! Yes, yes, yes!

'My feelings of discrimination,
Racism and hatred? '

Ooooohhh...Yesssss! Yes.

'That bitterness within me.
For being 'Black'?
And carrying it on my back.
With a torment that rips my soul? '

Oh, please. More, more, more.

'The hunger, the poverty.
The homelessness expressed...
Within my people that keeps us divided,
In a separateness?
The misery, the tears.
The sleeplessness for wishing to be white?
And the fears of being a Black man,
With no allies in sight? '

Oh...I feel your anguish!
So tragic.

'My need to tap dance to gain public acceptance?
Regardless of my burdens, tribulations and suffering? '

Please stop this.
You have driven me to tears.

'Well...
To answer your question,
I haven't given that much thought.
However...
When and if I change my mind,
I'll give you a call.
You seem to be more empathetic about that,
Than I am!
Nobody but me pays my bills.
And my creditors could care less,
How I sign my money orders or checks.
Like everybody else...
They just want to get paid.'

Is that it?

'That's it!
That's how I feel about it.
And I am free to complain and whin if I choose.
Just like you.'

Well...
Thanks anyway.
I was hoping for a deeper,
More 'probing' insight!
I'm writing a thesis for my doctorate.
And I was hoping you would co-operate,
With more venom.

'What are you seeking?
To be attacked? '

Oh, no.
Why?
Do I look as if I'm wishing to be seduced?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Du Bois marked a great stage in the history of Negro struggles when he said that Negroes could no longer accept the subordination which Booker T. Washington had preached.

quote by C.L.R. James
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I am a man of black and white

I am a man of black and white,
my name is written on the gates of the sky.
i am a man of black and white
my origin is united, yet two apart.

I speak the language of the whites,
but lost in the language of the blacks.
i am a man of black and white,
my resemblance is same with the blacks.

I am a man of black and white,
i was brought up in the land of the whites.
i am a man of black and white,
my home is in the south-east, in the abode of my black dad.

I am a man of black and white,
i love the aspirations of life.
i am a man of black and white,
although two apart, we are united as one.

poem by Randy Micheal
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Deeper, Dig Deeper

Deeper, dig deeper
Deeper, deeper, dig, dig, deeper, deeper
Get a little closer
You dont have to be afraid
You have to trust your inner pilot
Dont let it drift away
Dig a little deeper
You gotta get it in your soul
Reach out with your spirit
And let your feelings show
Deeper, deeper, dig, dig, deeper, deeper
You cant deny the feeling
That touches you inside
When youre tired and lonely
You dont have to lose your pride.
Take the time to listen
Stay a little while
Got a song to sing for you
Let the music get you higher, higher.

song performed by by Santana
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The Pace For Life.. For Death/ Do We Really Know

Why does life end?
Is it our sould that you mend?
Or just for our hearts that you send,
When our lives begin to bend.
Is it for our lives that you fend?
Our bodies that you tend.

In our minds we know,
But is it truelly we know?
Are you friend? Or are you foe?
Where is it you tell us to go?
Do we have the choice to say no?
Is ift fast or is it slow?

Through our eyes we see your face,
As black as nothing, as white as lace.
What now do we truelly face?
Are you the end of the race?
Are you the next base?
Or just here to set a pace?

As we climb your mountain do we really get steaper?
As we swim in your sea does it get deeper?
Or is it our mind tha tmakes it steaper?
Or our souls that make it deeper?
Please tell me this,
Oh GrimReaper.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Little Black Book

There was a time you and I were everything
Youll never know the days and nights
I spend imagining
Yesterday is the only place
Well ever know oh oh
In my little black book
Theres someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
Youre always there to remind me
It wasnt just a dream
And baby in my heart you will always be
Picked up the phone
Didnt know
What I was gonna do
I heard your voice
I had no choice
I hang up on you
Yesterday is the only place
Well ever know oh oh
In my little black book
Theres someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
Youre always there to remind me
How it used to be
But baby in my heart
Youre still a part of me
Theres no future living in the past
You can dream but you can never go back
Oh no you will always be there
In my little black ... in my little black book
Theres someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
Youre always there to remind me
It wasnt just a dream
Were worlds apart
Youre in my heart
And there youll always be
In my little black book
Theres someone I used to know
Day by day time slips away
Where did our love go
In my little black book
Youll always be
A part of me
You always be
In my little black book

song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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The Golden Book

If life is an endless cycle,
How come it stops?

For there is no stop,
Merely a pause

Because the human mind,
Is an endless cycle of stories

Stories which are forgotten,
Remembered only when one reaches the light

The light being a golden book,
Of ones history of happiness

Within this book of eternity,
Lies a deeper truth

Life is forever
Life is endless
Life is eternal
Life is worth living

But life is limited, possibilities are endless

For life is short,
Merely a chapter in the golden book

(written by me and Andy Klenk)

poem by Paul Celano
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Negro Woman

The sky hangs heavy tonight
Like the hair of a Negro woman.
The scars of the moon are curved
Like the wrinkles on the brow of A Negro woman.
The stars twinkle tonight
Like the glaze in a Negro woman’s eyes,
Drinking the tears set flowing by an aging hurt
Gnawing at her heart.
The earth trembles tonight
Like the quiver of a Negro woman’s eye-lids cupping
tears.

poem by Lewis Grandison Alexander
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Jim Crow Cars

If within the cruel Southland you have chanced to take a ride,
You the Jim Crow cars have noticed, how they crush a Negro's pride,
How he pays a first class passage and a second class receives,
Gets the worst accommodations ev'ry friend of truth believes.

'Tis the rule that all conductors, in the service of the train,
Practice gross discriminations on the Negro—such is plain—
If a drunkard is a white man, at his mercy Negroes are,
Legalized humiliation is the Negro Jim Crow car.

'Tis a license given white men, they may go just where they please,
In the white man's car or Negro's will they move with perfect ease,
If complaint is made by Negroes the conductor will go out
Till the whites are through carousing, then he shows himself about.

They will often raise a riot, butcher up the Negroes there,
Unmolested will they quarrel, use their pistols,rant and swear,
They will smoke among the ladies though offensive the cigar;
'Tis the place to drink their whiskey, in the Negro Jim Crow car.

If a Negro shows resistance to his treatment by a tough,
At some station he's arrested for the same, though not enough,
He is thrashed or lynched or tortured as will please the demon's rage,
Mobbed, of course, by 'unknown parties,' thus is closed the darkened page.

If a lunatic is carried, white or black, it is the same,
Or a criminal is taken to the prison-house in shame,
In the Negro car he's ushered with the sheriff at his side,
Out of deference for white men in their car he scorns to ride.

We despise a Negro's manhood, says the Southland, and expect,
All supremacy for white men—black men's rights we'll not protect,
This the Negro bears with patience for the nation bows to might,
Wrong has borne aloft its colors disregarding what is right.

This is called a Christian nation, but we fail to understand,
How the teachings of the Bible can with such a system band;
Purest love that knows no evil can alone the story tell,
How to banish such abuses, how to treat a neighbor well.

poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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Deeper

A Love that is:
Deeper than the deepest Sea,
Deeper than all Love can be,
Deeper than the mystery,
That has bonded you to me.

For there is no deeper love,
Than a love that cannot be,
Yet endures the depth of Time,
With deepest melancholy.

And so, deeply I can see,
What this love has done for me,
I have travelled into space,
In a state of utter grace.

Deeper than Life's mystery,
Deeper than the sky, the sea,
Deeper than all ecstasy,
Love is Immortality.

poem by Sandra Feldman
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Deeper

I cant even look at this skin tonight
Knowing that our time here is on a while
Hold me in your arms and breathe me through
Like I know that you can only do
In your horizon, no, nothing truly dies
Never tremble with fear
Youre just married to the sun
And every second only makes it deeper
Flower pushes through the dune (? ) and blooms
It doesnt have the faintest(? ) that it is due
A virginity is making loss an open wound
In your horizon, no, nothing truly dies
Never tremble with fear
Youre just married to the sun
And every second only makes it deeper
Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper
I was alone in my room
And all I can hear
And all I can hear
Was the sound of my heart beating away
But I will follow you
Deep into the light
Beyond the death of love
Love
In your horizon, no, you will be together
Faith(? ) from this hell
Ill be married to the sun
And every second
Will only make it deeper
Deeper, deeper, deeper, deeper
Deeper, deeper
Deeper, deeper
There is a light
Deeper, light
Its deeper than the difference of light
Deeper, light
There is a light
Deeper, light
Its deeper than (..) light
Deeper, light
And I will follow you
Deeper than the death of love
Deeper than the (..) seen(? ) to the light
Its deeper than this flesh and blood
I will follow you
I will follow you
Deeper

song performed by by Live
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