Did I Have Something to Say?

Posted on August 1, 2011  

                                                   

                                                                                                                       

How strange; to see what resembles 

an entire generation involved in a musical style that screams of anger. Not anger at the proverbial White Man but at The Women.  It saddens me to see that Black male / female relationships still suffer but not only her. How can we sing love songs to each other if we are jealous of each other? Could it be that we are afraid of the fact, that she wheeled a power over our loins? When a man puts down a woman in word, it is a proclamation of fear, confusion, inadequacy or simply, jealousy? Why, is it necessary to call them Bitches and Woes? They can’t be hoes? Is it an affirmation of perceived conquest? When the Black Man puts down the Black Woman, is he in fact running from the Yin to his Yang or is it the Yang to his Yin? She is not called Woe-Man for naught. Left with half, it can never be whole.  Please see that there is something special about Yin and Yang, they are not the same but are one. We have so much in common; being complete; united in a plural singularity.  Half can never be a whole without the other. If so then, what do you think this means: “In us dwells the future of this whole damned race”? I think we feel from Grace. So he has raised up another nation that will obey and they are not Black or White but one People.

In the name of a unique sound and the right to say what you please, I hear very little substance in the conversation. To be free in captivity is still slavery.  Is it true then? You can take a man out of the ghetto but you can’t take the ghetto out of the men?  I ask you then, what and where is the “Ghetto”? Is it a place where people are content being thought to be less than they are? Isn’t that the definition a modern internment camp of sorts?

What started as a creative rhythm of rhyme has become created words used as secret gang language or an alternative to the American dialect called “Ebonics”?  Then the proverbial Pissing Contest, which continues to ends in destruction and more of the same absence of hope?

Diamond rings, gold capped teeth and cash has not saved too many colored babes that have died in the hood because some would be gangster wanted to earn a rep or defend a turf that does not exist but still they brand the buildings and trees with letters and symbols that so soon get “X’ed” then painted over and over and over; still. How many have died for your right to not get educated or at least learn to speak the common language. Wasn’t it yo mom-ma or her mom ma’s mom ma’s Madea?  So you laughed at your matriarch’s broken English?  So you’ve forgotten their struggle if you knew it and for what they suffered and too many died, to learn hanging on a tree. Still, the real is that you’ve forgotten who you aren’t. Then who are you? How will or can you prove your birth-right if for her you have no respect or appreciation for the right to claim all that one or more can be, and to realize that which is our inalienable right to have and pursue.                It seems as if we still don’t know what that is. So, who we are, is not the who we were or will become and who you are, is not who I am but we are all one, if not the same.

Wow.

Did I have something to say?

YES! And A Whole Lot More!

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 15 May 2002

I’ve Learned Something

I’ve learned in my few years that most folk want the same thing(s)

But not realizing that for that they wish to receive,

They must give or share with each other

But too often that we want,

We desire to possess more of than the others

So we give less in order to possess more,

In case we fail to receive enough to count as more?

We often receive gifts that are more than we need

And the surplus is to be shared if not given

But we refuse,

Then wonder why the gift spoiled before it matured.

We fail to realize that to whom much is given, much is required

If not to give away the abundance then to share that not needed.

For giving is to comprehend what is the gift

And to share is to  plant seed(s)  expecting a future harvest.

I’ve learned in my few years that most folk want the same thing(s)

But not realizing that for that they wish to receive,

They must give or share with each other

But too often that we want,

We desire to possess more of than the others

So we give less in order to possess more,

In case we fail to receive enough to count as more.

Only to receive some-thing that we did not expect.

A weed that grows with all gifts, it is called

“DOUBT”

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 29 Aug 2012

Emprisoned Spirit

Dear Kindred Spirit,

Fluttering in the wind.

A slave of life;

A prisoner

Anchored to this reality;

Oh how you wish to be free.

Free from that to which you are chained;

Chained so securely;

So that in your convulsive, spasmodic dance

You will not happen upon your quest

Knowing that death is not a place to be

But a transition to be made,

From one reality to the next.

How far, Dear Spirit can you see;

From your fluttering perch so high?

How soon will you rest from your lack of control?

Fore it’s by another’s hand you are thrown

But know, not ever away.

The direction to which is merely a tease

A taste but never a swirl,

A sip but never a gulp!  Gulp…gulp, gulp-gulp-gulp-gulp…

Oh how you wish to be free.

But freedom is in the moment

To see,

To comprehend that what is, is.

To learn from all that is seen

And heard above that clamorous roar

Of indecision and greed.

Dear Kindred Spirit,

Fluttering in the wind.

A slave of life;

A prisoner

Anchored to this reality;

Oh how you wish to be free.

Free from that to which you are chained;

Chained so securely;

So that in your convulsive, spasmodic dance

You will not happen upon your quest

Knowing that death is not a place to be

But a transition to be made,

As I move

FROM ONE REALITY TO ANOTHER

By

Sammie L. Carter

Copyright 4 a.m. Wed. 2/16/2011

Rat

I WAS ADRIFT

I was falling into the abyss when your voice I heard

And my soul you caught by reminding me that I’m not alone.

Oh, to be loved as the creator intended each to be.

And that none should fall by the way as a song unsung.

Never missed nor sometimes thought of

But remembered

And that memory acted upon.

What a feat to undertake;

To reach out into the darkness,

To raise one’s soul out of the time line

And glare into the universe that is all encompassing

To glimpse a shooting star,

Which was and is my soul.

And with determined intent you pressed that electronic trigger

And snared me with a tagline

Anchoring me to your loving concern

You redirected my trajectory

By reminding me of the whole of which I am a part

And as a shining star you’ve become that beacon

That beckons me home.

Home

The whole of which I am a part

And to know that when I am not

I will be missed.

BUT NOW I’m HOME

By

Sammie L. Carter

June 30, 2011

Thank YOU Lynn

ANOTHER CONVERSATION

“We have the power to make a mess or a Masterpiece.

  The earth has existed about 4 Billion years. Man Kind has been here about
10 Million years but modern Man has achieved and destroyed all that you see and have heard roomer-ed in the last 3,000 years! That includes very good things and very bad things. The point is we have the ability to do great things, if we choose to.”

Sam373 said this on March 11, 2011 at 12:04 pm | Reply (edit) “

I believe that time need not be an enemy; it could be a saving grace, in deed.

We are created in the image of the eternal but placed in a temporal university to learn. And being that our actions are temporal, our mess needs not last forever.

Knowledge has been placed in us, although we deny it, as if ignorance after the fact is an excuse.  I offer a simple definition for this concept called “Knowledge”: It is the accumulation of facts. True to the intent, it has been left to us to agree upon word meanings that describe or refer to elements of information. When we then use a specific word or combination of words to refer to a specific body of information and\or reasoning, we are said to “Understand”.  This is a necessary step toward learning to “Communicate” When we have amassed enough words that we have agreed to use in defining and describing our interaction with each other as well as the effect of that interaction,  we are said to “Comprehend” the lesson we have learned.

Life is a moot court of sorts.  Some speak to the predetermined ness of it but still there are decisions to be made at every crossroad of redefinition or when ever new information or experience is added to the knowledge bank. We must note the repetitiveness of the experiences and the consequences that follow; I think this is called “Wisdom”?  Still, we must choose to continue or change in some way the direction we travel or the way we interact with our environment and those life forms we encounter along that way. Still, “predetermination” applies more with the syllabus of this “Life Course” in which we are enrolled than in the decisions we make along the way. Therefore, one might reason that there is possibly a predetermined amount of information to assimilate in this class. This information registers in me as knowledge, understanding and comprehension of the information experiences assimilated along this way.

            Author: Sammie L.Carter