The evil’s of technology.

Checking our text messages, emails, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and other social networks in a deep sea of many

Always comes first before thanking God for allowing and giving us the honor of waking up to another day of life

 Saying grace before a meal has been replaced by taking a picture of it for likes on Instagram

We have forgotten that meals aren’t bragging rights they are blessings

That there are people in third world countries who go days without eating

Who will eventually die of hunger

And here we are taking pictures of our food instead of thanking God for an unappreciated blessing

We are letting technology raise our children

Electricity is beginning to run through their veins

Their tender developing minds know nothing more than what Google is teaching them

We buy our 5 year-old children iPad’s instead of the childhood books we learned to love at that innocent age

We buy our adolescents iPhones instead of bibles

We take them to the apple store more often than we take them to church

They are beginning to think with their fingers and thumbs instead of their brains

Kids are killing themselves due to the online taunting of their peers

Bullying has been made easier by the anonymity that comes with owning these human made devices

And we witness all of this but we do nothing to stop it

Social gatherings are no longer the same

We sit in a round table surrounded by friends

The sound of laughter and a good time

Has been replaced by the sound of incoming text messages

More focused on seeing what strangers are tweeting instead of listening to the stories of our life long friends

Making eye contact has become a thing of the past everyone is looking down at their phones their faces illuminated by the brightness of their cellphone screens

Online lovers overflowing like water in a cup under a running faucet

We’ve become so attached to these strangers making them our online significant others

Men chasing the digital skirts of women who they will most likely never meet

Women investing their time into men thousands of miles away from them

Lusting over the online images of these people not remembering that not everyone is who he or she claims to be

Dating has been made easier by registering for an eHarmony account

Yet we lack the common sense to realize that we are playing Russian roulette risking our lives

Because you can’t tell a rapist, serial killer, or mentally deranged person from a normal person just by a profile picture

Our lives are quickly melting into nothing under technology’s burning flame even Dali would be stunned

The story of our lives will be composed from a mixture of our emails and Facebook posts

The legacy we will leave behind will consists of nothing more than the amount of twitter followers we acquired

Unlike our cellphones and laptops we aren’t made of glass or plastic material

Our skin melanin infused and our body composed of cells, bones, and water

We have an expiration date and one day we will die

And reality is that the pearly gates of heaven wont be as accessible as our Wi-Fi

We will have to stand before God and explain to him why we doubted the bible but we never doubted anything that we read online






Uncle Benjamin – NONSTOP


Uncle Benjamin

Its been so long since the last time I seen’em

I mean I grew up with out’em

So I really didn’t need’em

Pops never talked about’em

But used to get mad when we asked about’em

Its funny

Uncle Ben always used to answer our wish lists

Mom and Pops would smile

But he only came around during Birthdays and Christmas

I went to go look for’em once I turned 12

And I found’em in the streets

Every night past 12

Pops was getting mad

But I liked hanging out with’em

Moms was getting sad

She didn’t like what I was doing with’em

The girls always came around

When I was with Uncle Ben

I Took’em out on the town

But they always left with Uncle Ben

I used to think to myself “why’s he trying to dog me?”

The more I hung out

The more people tried to rob me

So I got me a gun

To protect me and Uncle Ben

I thought everybody liked us

Pretended to be our friend

They didn’t care about me

They just respected Uncle Ben

I never noticed but he hung out with everybody

Not just me, he was friendly

He would hang out with anybody

Who ever showed him action

Pops told me Get out the streets and get a job

Keep looking for uncle Ben

But don’t deny Uncle Abe and Uncle Jackson

Uncle Ben helped me take care of my fam

Im thankful for that

But my pops showed me how to be a man

Uncle Benjamin couldn’t teach me that



• As the moon falls and the light peeks into our daily minds those who have gone beyond the sense of life cannot bring us fortune and haven within our depths been drawn away with media of sanity for they say that tomorrow isn’t here when yesterday has died and being human has long been admired by those who cant see our integrity and style of jokes you carry in your heart, smile for yourself..


Hand in Hand


Care free a budding young man

Walks along the grass way

Gripping his mothers delicate hand

Soaking in the sunrays

But is a sponge for her knowledge,

Personality and Wisdom

Blessed on this Sunday

Carnations Bloom fully on a warm day

No Dinner or Brunch

Can repay her for the hours of pain

On my born day

With every breath I breathe

I’m thankful

For every foot print I leave

For every word I write

And every poem I read

I’m thankful

For every life I touch

And every life I change

I’m thankful

So when you see me smiling

Know that I’m thankful for something

I owe her everything

So I live my life for her

So she can WANT for NOTHING

A woman can raise a boy

But a mother can mold a man

So I would walk from here to eternity

With my mother

Hand in Hand



Just a small Poem for all the MOMS out there! Happy Mothers Day!



Walking down Main

Black Heels kiss the pavement

Holding up a 5’4 slim frame

Hypnotized by the sway in her walk

Legs toned and silky

Ankle to knee exposed

Its like her calves talk

Muscles flex with every step

Gliding across the sidewalk

Trailing this skirt that falls above her knees

She glows

Like an angel with out her wings

The sun loves her

She’s the reality of a day dream

Brown strands sweep in the breeze

Layered hair flows to the small of her back

Her body sways gracefully

As the wind brushes landscaped palm trees

It was a warm day in December

That walk down Main is the day she walked away

Her FRESH SCENT is all I remember




I’m staring at a lost soul

Speech is worthless

Creativity’s gold

He scribes across me

I bleed black scars

He’s lost with out me

He speaks in bars


He’s tapping on me

Unleashing his passion on me

Looking at me…  Looking away

Staring into the distance

Lost in translation

Speechless for instance


Finds a moment of inspiration

Clever interpretation

He’s found his motivation

Married to melodic notations


High hats break the kicks

808’s follow bass riffs

He smiles at me

Recites in harmony

Holds me high

Spits bars at me


I hear him through the speakers

Slight reverb

His voice peeks through the tweeters

FINALLY! I feel complete


The life of a BLANK SHEET