Sunday, June 7, 2015

#Untitled

Perhaps,
if I believed in wishes,
more would come true
Reality sets in,
shaded a grayish blue
I bring my own personal sunshine
It's the only way to be
When your heart is set on
making dreams
possibilities
All to often,
our minds trick us
Making believe
that what's out there,
is not for us
Who's to say
what promises have been made?

Like Langston said
so long ago
"Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams go, life is a barren field frozen over with snow..."

And I say,
stay the course,
although obstacles may appear
If you forget your dreams,
Or put them to the side
Even your own personal sunshine
May run and hide

©2015 Sharbi3

Wednesday, June 3, 2015

InnaDark

I am u
U r me
We r connected
U n I versally
One pla
net
Elementary
Same wavelength
Different frequency
Let's meet on the plane
Of positivity
Telekinetically
Otherwise
Vibrate
low
Miss the grand show
It'll illuminate ya flow
Yet the light's
Distractions
Keep ya blinded
Stay n DA dark
Neva'mind it


... Just let it burn


©2015 Sharbi3



Tuesday, May 19, 2015

Relatively Thinking

Every time 

I start to dwell in, 

on the heaviness of things

I remember 

how tiny 

and insignificant 

trivial matters are

When we look beyond 

our small range of vision

Thinking 

how bold and powerful we are

In the grand scheme of things

It's all just energy

Negative -

Or

Positive +

However you choose 

to fuel your inner-G

Is where you dwell

This universe is too big

This blue, green marble we're on 

is just a speck of dust 

in creation

All there is

And ever will be

Just is

And it's all

Relative


#perspective




A famous person once said, 

"What lies before us and what lies behind us are small matters compared to what lies within us. And when we bring what is within out into the world, miracles happen."

(This quote can be attributed to Henry David Thoreau or Ralph Waldo Emerson. I'll let the scholars decide.)


Sunday, April 26, 2015

Ode to Baltimore's Freddie Gray

Times, they are a 'changin
Winds are blowin' in all directions
Cross-section, interchanging alignments
Frequencies pitched higher
Are you tuned in
Or are you turned off
There is no synching
When the time has been rearranged
Keep holding on to the past
Ways of thinkin'
You'll blink twice
Then find you're sinking
Rush to the surface for air
Only to find it's stale
It's acrid, full of hate, fear and confusion
It's not an illusion
It's fate
It's the head of a snake
Backed into a corner
Only way out
Retaliate
Attack the attacker
Bite the provoker
Release the venom
Held back in wait
The only fear
To fear itself
Is hate

©2015 Sharbi3

Rise strong warriors, the time is near.
May your souls be the wind that energizes the masses. Awaken those in a perpetual state of sleep. #BlackLivesMatter

Thursday, April 9, 2015

black

Black
Black is
Black is
Black is
Black is 
Black is yellow, brown, red, green, bronze, gold, cream
Black is
Black is
Black is
Black is
Black is all the colors in the spectrum
Black is
Black is
Black is
Black is
Black is the absence of light
Black is the universe at night - sunlight
Black is
Black is
Black is
Black is
Black

©2015 Sharbi3


Thursday, December 18, 2014

writing SOMETHING cold

i wanted to write something 

 S o m E T H i N G 

 just joking, Ha! 

 listening 2 D'Angelo 
tellin' me 2 send it on
 i realize that 

do 
not 
like
winter 

 or  cold 
 it's chill y frost y

        without warmth 

 of another person near 

 2 snuggle 
chill away 
 tell me spring is on it's edge 

 that's not what I wanted to write either 

 just a sentimental feeling 

 about how much 
i actually 

hate 
winter 

 i always remember my favorite poem 
by Robert Frost                     Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening 

... i have miles to go before I sleep, 
              miles to go before I sleep 

alert to all that is going on around me 
 trying to decide 
where to focus this energy 
 manifesting in me 
 as the universe conspires 
 for me
 to bring me 
to a place 
it says is for me 
be around those 
that are (in)for me 
 want to be with me in spirit, guidance, learning,
 adding more roots to my tree 

 I do not like this time of year 
with consumerism, 
there is no cheer for me 
 celebrating a fake baby 
that did nothing for you 

or me 

not succumbing
 to a fallacy 
 bright and shining star is already present 

 within me 
 i am present, 
 gift  me 
      you are my gift 
 my treasure 
here on earth 

 but i am not seen 
 beneath the dark, cold sky 

 twinkling 
in my eyes 
 hidden by shadows 
  moonlight has yet to capture 
out side crisp night air, 
(in)side a heated space
i will lay my head down 
 dream of sandy beaches 
far away 
 where  warm waves 
of ocean caress my feet 

 i will dream away these winter blues 
believing in warmth 

 summer's radiant hues 
 i'll put on my fuzzy socks 

creating friction
remove chill from my feet 
as i cocoon myself in cotton blankets 

 did i remember to write something?

  S O M E T H I n G 

 i 
do 

not 
like 

 winter 

 it's too cold 

my thoughts are frozen 

(c) 2014 Sharbi3

Monday, September 1, 2014

Flawed Beautiful Creatures



I first heard the song "Flawed Beautiful Creatures" by Stacy Barthe while watching an episode of Love and Hip Hop. The title and the lyrics of the song resonated deeply with me, as I see so many of us, yes US, walking around as flawed, beautiful, creatures. With the height of war and racial tension in the air, fluctuating economics and social media distractions, I wanted to share some of my thoughts.

Beware of the dream killer, beware of the negative hound, beware of the light dimmer, beware of anything or anyone that means you no good. If someone or something is not adding value to your life, remove it or distance yourself from it.

With that being said, I am so glad for all of the perfect, problemless people out there in the world. Those where nothing is wrong and everything is right. Perfect. If there are such people, I mean this sincerely and I wish them all the best. Unfortunately, there are no perfect, problemless people. No, not one. We as individuals, whether rich or poor, whatever race, whatever circumstance, whatever religion, whatever spirituality, we are humans, facing a human existence in a world of unknowns. 

I am a firm believer that everyone has a gift. We are all purpose-filled. Otherwise, we would not be here. We all deserve love just as much as the next person. Some will use their gift(s) for negative thought and/or action, some will use their gift for more positive, moral laden thought or action. Others, may never realize their gift and spend their lives seeking.

Wherever you are, is where you are supposed to be. It is not necessarily permanent. We all have a story. My story may be different from others but our stories are similar. My judgements are moot because I choose to find the good. It is a conscious decision for me to look for the good in others. Since I do not know their circumstance, who am I to judge another? 

There will always be someone, somewhere telling you that you are not worthy. You are!! You're weird. Be weird. You're too this, too that, not enough of this, too much of that, be this, not that, etc. I am so glad that the artistic child with autism wasn't told to just sit down and shut up. Instead they were given a paint brush or crayons or an instrument to hone their gift. What if Mozart, Einstein, Michelangelo, Darwin or so many other famous people throughout the world; who were geniuses were dismissed because of their perceived mental illness, awkwardness, 'crazy talk' or whatever? Just think about how much society as a whole would have missed out had Paulo Coelho never escaped from the mental institution that his parents tried to commit him to as a child, all because he wanted to be a writer? 

We cannot simply be dismissive of people who we may think are wrong because they do not follow your preconceived notions. Or act the way that we think they should act. Or look the way you think they should look. We are humans, living on a planet, suspended in space. Creation is perfect, humans are flawed, yet beautiful creatures.

Everyone's path is not the same. Some follow the path of least resistance, some make their own paths, some make a strategic effort to dodge all of the obstacles, while some others are forced into a path they did not create nor intend to travel. There will be obstacles, there will be naysayers, do not be deterred, give in to your destiny. That voice inside telling you to create the next greatest invention, or give a warm smile to a stranger, pay it forward, protest against injustice, or just be a friend to someone in need, do that. Be that. No one is born inherently evil, hate is learned ... just like love. 

Something profound I heard while taking a class on religious diversity was that God, the Creator, The Most High, Supreme Being, Allah, Jehovah, or whatever you call It or They makes EVERYTHING in pairs. Meaning that there will always be good and evil, man and woman, protons and electrons, etc. It is by choice on whether we choose to live our human existence in a negative or positive manner. Whether we choose to do good and be good. Whether we choose to add value or detract. I implore everyone to take a look at your life, just as I have at mine and make a conscious choice to use your powers for good. Don't be the dream killer. Sure there is a voice of reason, listen to it and use it, if it resonates with you. Do not be afraid to make your own path, sometimes going against the grain may be a lonely and tedious effort but it is your own purpose that is soley yours to fill. There is only one you, you flawed, beautiful creature. 







                             "Flawed Beautiful Creatures"
Sometimes we're insecure, we're fragile
Sometimes we laugh at each other to make ourselves feel better
Sometimes we lie, sometimes we say things
That we really don't mean
But in the moment, seem like the thing to do

[Chorus:]
We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures
We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures

Is it a crime if a man kills to protect his own from harm's way
Who will be the judge anyway
What would you have done if the gun was in his hands
Feet were in his shoes
Guess you'll never know what you won't do
Cause in the moment might seem like the thing to do

[Chorus:]
We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures
We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures

Sometimes we gotta loose it to find it
We gotta loose
Sometimes we win, we live a while then gotta die
Why? Why?

[Chorus:]
We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures
We're all flawed beautiful people
We're all flawed beautiful creatures."