Poetry By Harold Wesley

Storm
By Harold Wesley

There is no reciprocity for my kind
Only freedom exists in my mind
Imagine being born inside a storm
Thinking suffering is the norm
God says to hate the sin but not the sinner
Yet I sit at a table with empty plates for dinner
Mama tried to bring love to erase the pain
So abused by someone who claims to be a name
Noble was never part of his plan
Washed ashore like seaweed in the sand
Wars are fought over territory and oppression
Simpletons never learn their lessons
None of us own this place called earth
It is the place of our death and birth
We were born with nothing in our hands
So foolish is the con of man
We will soon see our peace is within
Not through the possession of sin
Through the looking glass what do you see
Visualize what it means to be free
No one can walk in my shoes
Like I can’t survive in this house of blues
My final wish is for more time to find myself
To experience inner peace before I’m put on the shelf

Taking Risks
By Harold Wesley

Ascending, lightning flashing across the night sky
Seasonal weather needs no reply
Tumultuous times never cease to remain
Like a lover scorned who lives with the pain
Fire and rain cannot exist in the same space
One will always take its place
Life dawns dreams of a better tomorrow
Yet here awaits another day of dread and sorrow
I speak into the intellect of intellectually speaking
Only way to find my voice is by seeking
Descending deeply into the throes of fear
Bows when I fight with my spear
This tongue which talks of life or death
Living as if I have no time left
Build a future raise a child
Lest you forget we were once a little wild
I’m a lion protector of my cubs
They will know I am king and feed them with love
Same weighs on the measure of a man
Wielding power from his hands
Think before this beautiful mind is contaminated
Education ought to be initiated
Look at the possibility to reflect
Never to deflect or reject
This simple truth we abandoned from our youth
How I was able to offer you proof
Imagine using more of my mind
To see what was once before me blind
Or invisible quite the simple riddle
Yet God places your table in the middle
So your enemies can see your favor
While you hate I have learned behavior
Being & Becoming is my metamorphosis
From being obscured to a can’t miss
With no ego only humility
Strengthening my new community
Being brave in the face of adversity
Now immerse yourself with me
Since no one can do this alone
Makes no difference if you youth or grown
We need each others appearance
I need the presence of your essence
Waking up in a new sphere of existence
In a constant state of repentance
My goal is to tell you it will be alright
Enjoy the day and don’t fear the night
Like the lions mighty roar
And the eagles soar
So are we when live by principle
And a life that is utterly predictable

Moment
By Harold Wesley

Opposition wanna see me fail/ they happy I’m in jail/ but only for a moment.
Likewise I wanna kiss the tears from my mamas eyes/ she will never know how many nights I cried/ but only for a moment.
I can’t explain the weight of my pain/ these demons keep attacking my brain/ but only for this moment.
Now my fate which is great/ falls in the hands of an enemy I was told to hate/ what a cold twist of fate/ in this moment.
In this moment or lifetime of mine/ my soul ached for this spiritual divine/ for this moment.
Being oppressed obsessed like an object in a glass jar/ propelling my mind to travel beyond the stars/ in this moment.
I am no longer this criminal you made me out to be/ but a man with a lighted path for you to see/ you see the finality of my existence never began nor expires with you/ so I hold on to this blind faith which is so lovingly true/
Fashioned or should I dare say destined to fulfill my purpose/ cause my life matters I am not worthless/ only for a moment.
Just a little son you must endure/ my love is perfected and you are pure/ take me with you/ don’t worry if nobody miss you/ you have me/ which means you are free/ in a moment all will be done/ don’t walk run into your service/ give people’s lives reason and purpose/ leave no one behind/ keep love in your heart and me on your mind/ stay in your element/ and never forget who was with you in this moment.

(Spoken word) Power
by Harold Wesley 01-24-24

Education can only be defined in one word
Learning. I saw this because in order to learn
One must first be willing to be educated. It is simply
Not enough to go off of what we say, think, or feel.
No, it is bigger than that One must be willing to submit
To being humble enough to say hey teach me more, I want to
Learn more. Allow yourself this one selfish act of learning all you
Can by taking advantage of receiving this gift of education. Then
You can have this reward of accumulating a wealth of knowledge.
They say knowledge is power right? Well if that is true then
Give me this educational knowledge so I can have this power.
To understand this further, here is an example. The only way
Knowledge is power is relevant in my life is if I apply it
To my life. Meaning education is the application I must
Apply for in order to fully understand and comprehend the values
Of learning, having this information now gives me power since
I can now utilize my newfound knowledge to see and figure
Out how to change my thoughts, behaviors, and ideals that may
Have set me back had I not had the intuition to want to learn,
Yet the origins of who I am as a man compels me forward
With my thoughts which is where the term “forward thinking”
Derives cause “There is no such thing as backwards thinking
Only backwards people.” The origins of where I come from and
Who I am births the discoverial sense of self and placement
Inside this world, without education my application of applying
Anything to my life and others. I cannot be complete until
After my application for knowledge is intellectually acceptable
Within my mind first so I can then share it with others.
The spirit of education is the discovery of the unknown what
We do not know and strive to have answers for because once we
Are enlightened our past-present-and future shall reveal itself.

Stand to Reason
By Harold Wesley

What measure of man am I?

To0 speak without weep

Lay and not sleep

Who keeps my mind from living in peace?

My unknown reality

What measure of man am I?

To love flesh over soul

Heat or cold prefer young to old

Allow me to live in a cave

Being comforted by isolation

What measure of man am I?

To think without thought

Purchase what cannot be bought

Destroy this temple I will be at peace

My body is not hidden from God

What measure of man am I?

So unwise my desire to be free

God is the teacher of this master class

Who knows me so well?

What’s worse, hell or a prison cell?

The measure of man am I!

Is one who lives not die

Loves with feeling while the dead mourns

Look in my eyes so you can see

Peace is when I embrace not escape reality

Uprising
By Harold Wesley

I can’t breathe George Floyd dies another black family grieves
Save your sympathies and remorse
Lets speak about this racial discourse
White cops don’t wanna see blacks protest
Yet they quick to kill us while under arrest
Breanna Taylor, Ahmaud Arbery – how many more blacks have to die?
While the white killer klan cops don’t get asked why?
Justified they try to say
Too bad society don’t see it that way
I will always stand for social injustice
Even if it is only just us
Black people open your eyes and realise
Seeking and knowledge and understanding makes us wise
Not riots and looting; Self policing
Where we live and witness unjustified shootings
This is why we don’t stand for the national anthem
Cause in our world it is us versus them
The klansman in the police uniform
Who don’t believe in the racial equality or police reform
Back in the ‘60s it was whitey on the moon
In 2020 the White House is run by a buffoon
My beautiful black people please stop trying to be equal
What happened to George Floyd went beyond a sequel
We know how this reality movie ends
White cops and Black America will never be friends
Quit acting like they give a fuck; their racism is not surprising
Together we will win, continue the Uprising
This poem is dedicated to all the blacks who lost their lives at the hands of the White Police.

Reciprocal
By Harold Wesley“I can’t breathe” Eight Minutes Forty Six seconds, another black man killed at the knee of a Racist Klan cop.  It seems this  Act of Racist segregated violence towards Black Americans will never stop until all people open they eyes and realise that Racism is the Pandemic Virus America has no cure for.  Ahmaud Arbery, Breanna Taylor, George Floyd.  And numerous other black people that fell victim to white police and society.  How many more of my people will you kill for the thrill and not face justice, but want to enforce curfews when shit gets real.  We tried being peaceful protesters only to get slapped in the face with acquittals and dismissals from a white justice system that don’t value black lives at all.  However, let it be a black cop killing a white man in the streets, he would have been fired and arrested all at the same time and found guilty of first degree murder, sentenced to life in prison, so don’t tell me about equal justice or the system not showing favoritism towards whites. No longer will you bend blacks over and have us grab our ankles so you could fuck us with no Vaseline and expect us to take it.  No, no, fuck that.  We too strong for that to happen, we won’t be silenced.  We will fight back.  Buildings will be destroyed, people will die all for the cost of Freedom.  Freedom is always earned, never given.  Freedom is when police arrest a man and he keeps on living.  Violence is not the answer, yet you cannot expect people to be civil during civil unrest.  When Mr. Orange face in the White House says “When the looting starts  the shooting starts” he is part of the problem not the solution.  So I say to the clown, keep your vicious dogs and ominous weapons and doing photo ops in front of churches with a Bible in your hand.  Beware God sees all and knows all and you not fooling Him, nor the peaceful protesters you sprayed out the way to show that you tough.  Yet you hide in a bunker like the coward you are, cause the story is not about you but the people who is oppressed by a system your administration set up.  In November you will be dismissed.

Confessions
By Harold Wesley

Don’t smile when you see me
What motive lies within
Death is becoming
Pain is worse than sin

Being forgiven under scrutiny
My isolation you cannot fathom
Sleep under the quiet Garth
Will I rise tomorrow

Love flees like a child’s freedom
Hate strays like a cold sore
Don’t smile when you see me
I laid with a whore.

Push aside generic prejudice
Close my eyes to meditate
Don’t smile when you see me
My soul will elevate

No more hunger pains
Simmer this boiling blood
Rain tears down upon me
Drown my sorrows in the flood

Trapped in my own path
Show me the light

Don’t smile when you see me
Pray I win this fight

Outspoken
By Harold Wesley

Petrified innocence produce less currency
Yet you continue to support the system
Who gave my enemies authority over personal thoughts
Freedom is granted never given

High esteemed diplomats want to crush the revolution
However I will stand and make noise
Can my voice with the treasured jewels
Birth people willing to die for education
The rich won’t silence me with their power
We must remove our sword from its sheath
I will fight with my family in arms
No disgrace will ever befall us Let us mystery the enemy with our volume of elements
A good Shepherd’s job is never done
Likewise a Craftsman’s tools stay ready
Patience abides inside a clean mind
While fear and chaos live with confusion
Dark shadows cannot disturb my sleep
Being of service fulfills my soul
My spirit yearns to unwind
Peace to the victim of a crime replace theories with reality
Strength comes from vulnerability
The truth will never expire
Am I not a citizen of this planet
So stop treating me like a criminal

Cuz one day you will answer to me

We are one
By Harold Wesley

People don’t panic we will overcome
Remember we are one
When adversity comes our way
We are one
No fear or virus will defeat us
In God do I put my trust
Perseverance is what I’ve shown
No longer am I alone
United we are one
Answer the call get in the fight
Social distance through the night
Remember we are one
Spreading joy and love
Weighs from above
Continue to support the doctors and nurses
Everyone who is of service
Know you are one
Fulfilling the destiny of unity
Love beyond your community
We are one
When you read this smile we’re alive
Spend time with those you love most
we are truly one
No Coronavirus will ever stop us
In God do I keep my trust

Remember we are one

Bellicose
By Harold Wesley

A body of water has no ending
Shallow thoughts seem to leave
Like an orchestra the violin plays
Will my heart beat again

Flawing past discoveries from young people
I like to believe in the openness of mind
Jackass ignorance allows them to smile
While wisdom escape the eyes of fools

Suns do not set below an ocean floor
Nor does a feather find comfort on a rock
Eagle talons carry its prey
To feast inside it’s rest

Rushing winds sings hymns in my ears
Constellations surround the moonlight
Underground shifts when the earth quakes
Another stomach grumbles mother is hungry

Pleasing to my essence the love of mysteries
Time proves to be my unavoidable foe
Age progressions gives me away
Yet the earth also births a death day

How can water that has no ending

Bring me peace when I close my eyes

Lost Black Child
By Harold Wesley

Death keeps me warm at night
My mind fights for justice
Bombs exploding in the backyard
My body tells a story
Tears fallin’ like rain on a window pane
Don’t cry lil’ man a voice whispers
An Artwork of loneliness and pain
My tattoos memorialize the fallen
Lava oozes down into the ocean
Yet I comprehend its meaning
Running inside darkness
Cannot sit still my spirit guides me
Floating by the grave of my ancestors
My family lives in my thoughts
Invisible to the touch of a spirit
Blood speaking from the earth
No Mama, no Papa around
Evil faces laughing at me
Looking tat the scars that cover my flesh
Where do I fit in? Where do I belong?
My enemies will be devoured by the truth
However present is my pain
Dark shadows reach out to possess me
I’m waking up screaming fighting these demons
Moving nowhere yet exhausted
Breathing hard yearning for relief
Water has no ending
No sun, no moon, no stars, only space
Nigger on yo feet they say to me
Flashes of whips, batans, and water hose
Locked away trapped in my own world
Release my soul when I die
On my knees I repent to God
Blinded by the tears falling
I need answers so please find melack
In an isolated place among dead bodies
Recite my testimony to visionaries
Who are my people? Where did I come from?
Pull me into your bosom

Love that lost black child

Civil Rights
By Harold Welsey

In the Segregated South you better shut your mouth
Protests and riots breaking out police know what it is about

The fight for Civil rights to end the plight of supremacy that’s white
Lynchings and beatings, hanging strange fruit in the cover of night

My words will prosper like the soulful Billie Holiday
May she rest in peace with MalcomX, John Kennedy and MLK

Look how far we have come since the civil rights movement
America had its first black president Trump needs improvement

Robert E Lee and Stonewall Jackson ain’t kin to me
Taking down they statuses won’t stop police brutality

Them Southern states is a little late on the update
Peace and unity is what makes this country great

Not this clown who turns my smile upside down
Like the history of this nation, people take a look around

The klan traded in their robes for police uniforms
No longer are they hanging blacks They throw us in prison and call it reform

So I’ma keep my head up stay educated and keep movin’ on
Because God truly blesses the child that has his own

Impeachment
By Harold Welsey

What do you think would have happened if Obama would have held back money to Ukraine or said do me a favor though.
Do you think these white republicans would have said Obama did nothing wrong? Of course not, they would say Impeach him and it would have happened quickly even some Democrats would have rushed for impeachment. However because it is Trump, they say he did nothing wrong. What he said and did is not a crime. Which affords me to say Racism is very much alive in politics, black President “Guilty” white President “Innocent.”
So don’t tell me that we are not divided among racial and political lines. Everyday more evidence comes forth about this guy in the white house who thinks that he is above the law. No way could Obama, or Bush get away with what this Buffoon gets away with. This Clown worships Dictators and enemies of America, how are these not impeachable offenses is beyond me. This perv has no respect for women or the constitution nor does he have any dignity to realise that the same people he fires are the ones that really want to help him. The injustice is that he thinks Americans are stupid and would vote for him again in 2020
I  know we may be divided by our own personal views, but I refuse to believe that we as people don’t know what is really going on. I want to impeach this guy for being a dumbass and trying to insult my intelligence. You could put lipstick on a pig but guess what? It’s still a pig. No question had Obama did those things, he would have been impeached. Even more so because he is black. So miss me with all that we don’t know bullshit. Oh you know like I know that white Supremacy would have taken Obama down. The same Supremacy that is protecting Trump so does not get impeached, but ask yourself would time protect you from impeachment. Of course not stupid cause he is all about himself.

The Ghetto
By Harold Welsey

Shut the windows, lock your doors, get on the floor
Gun shots, tires screeching, sirens blaring, just another day when you poor
The ghetto has what other people run from
Gangbangers, 14 year old pregnant girls, dope friend waling round numb
I’ve seen all of this and much worse.
Young black kid dies for stealing a woman’s purse
He had no father, so his friend called him a bastard
Since he got his face blown off his funeral was closed casket
And the white CO’s patrolling don’t make shit no better
They take the door man’s money and tell him to bring back more cheddar
So the dealers know what to do brought in some thick sistah’s to recruit
Because the Ghetto knows them white cops love some black prostitutes
From 11pm to 3am those hoes working the streets
Them pigs take them in an alley not jail so they could take they meat
Lt. Sands Grimey but this shit happens everyday, everywhere and city in between
Niggas stay hustlin bendin cornas in a gangsta lean
Cash rules everything around me and that’s a fact
Blacks love two things theirJordans and Cadillacs
In southern Cali the black and brown beef can quickly kill the mood
But that won’t stop brotha’s from pushing up on Mexican chicks and good Mexican food.
In the Ghetto life lesson is based upon observations. In situations which is why I’m alive by realizing the potential of my motivations nowadays I’m no longer about violence but peace
And like NWA I’m still not afraid to say Fuck the Police

Mr. President
By Harold Welsey

Mr President why you continue to divide the country with the hate you spread
A true le`ade`r brings people together and unites the people that are not weak

Though we are people of different faiths – backgrounds – and colors
We are still mothers – fathers – sisters – and brothers

There is no shame in not knowing everything, nor asking questions
Put your pride to the side and listen that’s you real blessin’

However you must stop the hateful rhetoric you speak
And stop posting your thoughts on the internet with a tweet

You see we’re in a spiritual war that’s not political
There are powers and principalities happening which is quite literal

Mr President thank God we cannot see what is beyond our own eyes
Comprehension is beyond us so I pray for knowledge & understanding to become

Hate has no place in this space evil smiling in my face
Ready to kill me cause we’re not of the same race

Don’t blame video games or mental health
For the cause of death when NRA is your source of wealth

Please do not be foolish enough to lie to me
When we all know you support white supremacy

Mr President your words have power to influence the same very disturbed people
Their actions ay at your feet, hat a love could never be equal

So I hope you take the time to reflect and re-invent
What your job entails even though you’re not my president

Walk With Me
By Harold Welsey

On this dark road my spirit is alone
No one to call on I’m completely on my own
However present is the presence of feeling whole
Who is this that loves me as he captures my soul
Love lives past this dirty dark sinful road
Screams of people dying’ as another bomb explodes
Where am I going when my destination is unknown
Being guided by unseen forces not being shown
Floating swiftly by the graves of my ancestors
My heart is broken but the anger refuses to fester
A cooling calm renew my resolve to seek peace
Tears flowing from my eyes as I continue to release
Moving amongst the seas of an ocean breeze
Tender kisses lovingly covers my face as I feel these
Wondering why my heart is full as I continue on

No longer am I on this scary dark road walking alone.

Wake Up Call
By Harold Welsey

How many innocent people have to die before things change
This idiot stoking racial fears of minrities is fucking insane.

Saying he send his thoughts and prayers please miss me
He the same bastard that bragged about grabbing women by the pussy

And claim their is good people on both sides
This buffoon has been caught in so many lies

Maybe he doesn’t realize his words will be recorded and put on repeat
Slow to respond to real issues but quick to send out a tweet

Go to Gilroy or Texas or Ohio and tell them you send condolences
They will kick you fat ass and tell you where to stick your condolences

People are tired of the suffering and pain
Don’t you realise life is real it’s not a fucking game.

Your heart don’t go out to no one because you don’t care
But let that be a muslim killing people you would be allover the air

Saying send them back to where they came from
When you not even from America youself damn you dumb

In the words of Hillary Clinton no man that can be baited with a tweet
Should have the nuclear codes

Wake up U.S.A or watch our country continue to erode.

Resist
By Harold Welsey

Resist: The political craze that will make you change your ways
Corruption pays find your way out of the maze
Resist: The powers that speak glory to racial divisions
While the mass incarcerations manifest of our loved ones in prison
Resist: the hate groups that only wants us to fight
Because they fear inclusion of civil rights when we unite
Resist: Anyone who wants to silence the resistance
Our freedom of independence is democratic in our existence
Resist: Our oppressors no peace to my aggressors
Those who died on the right side of history is my successors
Resist: Not my raised black fist on the Government hit list
But those who want me dead cause my voice will be missed
Resist: The negative impact that’s affecting our way of life
Our voices will never be silenced no matter the suffer and strife
Resist: That oxymoron named Donald Trump he ain’t my president
He will never speak for the people that much is evident
Resist: Anyone who cannot love you unconditionally
Who only wants to use and abuse you intentionally
Resist: People who bully you and say you are a nobody
Look in the mirror and know that God loves you, you are somebody
Resist: No one who only wants to insist
Accept all Allies without prejudice continue to insist
But if anyone invades your space and gets you pissed

Don’t punch them in the face simply Resist – Resist – Resist

Venting
By Harold Wesley

You Think this life I live is a game
Every day I wake up figuring out ways not to go insane
Don’t judge me cause I take chronic to the brain
I’m livin’ a hard knocked life you can’t see my pain

My anger is white hot like a boiling pot
Don’t think for a moment this is all I got
Strip me down to nothing when will the beatings stop
Gametime is up you move you get shot

I’m all out of control witness my soul
Being in prison is a bitch now it’s a reality show
Fake ballers and snitches seem to be in control
Greenwall beefin’ with cops gone are the good CO’s

Only God knows when it will all end livin’ in sin
Too many losses so now it’s my time to win
Only way to vent is to pick up this pen
And write this poem down before I die and my new life begins

Damn right I’m mad I’m outraged living in a cafe
Where these white folks analyze my rage
Call me uncooperative because I refuse to engage
My story ain’t over to know more turn the page

A Prayer Request
By Harold Wesley

Dear Heavenly Father I come to you on bended knee
In hopes you will hear by voice and answer my pleas

I know you busy Lord by doing so much
Please bless me with your presence with a slight touch

Thank you Jesus for allowing me to sense you near
Through these lips of clay I speak without fear

I praise ya by saying Hallelujah to thy name
Your cooling spirit removes my doubt, stress and pain

Father forgive me for not calling you more
I promise to do my best and prepare for this spiritual war

Thank you Jesus for never leaving nor forsaking me
By your blood I am healed and have the victory

Give me the power to rebuke Satan and all his devices
I’m on is hit list but dare him to try this

Dear Heavenly Father, remember the widow, fatherless and stranger
They need your loving protection to keep them from danger

When I speak to you I pray for my words to be abundant
Let not my prayers to you Lord ever be redundant

Keep me covered with your precious holy blood
Continue to turn me away from sinning and keep me good

You know my ways and hold the keys to my heart
I love you forever like you loved me from the start

God grant me the patience of your servant Job
Bless me the courage to forever stand bold

Hear me Jesus please show me the way

I love you with my heart, soul, mind and strength each and every day

Burdened by Love
By Harold Wesley

Love is defined by the communion of two becoming one
What whispers qualify me to know your secrets
Purify the promise to ease love with an open heart
Being and becoming present in the eyes of your lover

Lovemaking filled with passion blesses the marriage bed
Pleasure each other in a way the pleases the creator
Revolutionizing the senses agrees with the quest of discovery
Requesting action which soothes the rhythm of life

Possess no one who is not worthy of possession
Pursue just causes that will have an impact on your life
Perfection only exist when God’s love guides the relationship
Love remakes the vision within your mind

Laugh be joyful and never go to sleep with hate in your heart
Dismiss carnal lust that will destroy your peace
Keep a sound mind, body, and spirit and take nothing for granted
Never close the door on someone who only wants to love you

My Story
By Harold Wesley

All my life I had to do Right, I Left home on my own Then I seen The Light, Having Bill Gates Drams Wasn’t Easy As It seemed, so I Learned The value of A Dollar And kept Myself Clean

Even Though I was young And Doing Wrong I knew That At home is where I Didn’t be long, but Don’t Get me wrong I Love my family But Between You And I They Didn’t understand me

So I Rebelled And stayed out in the streets and their was even a time when I slept on the concrete and after that I vowed to never again to come to that and I haven’t been back, The streets are hell but not worse than jail you just have to follow the program and you’ll do swell have your girl send you mail with pictures included you can talk to cats but keep yourself secluded

This is my story

I’ve seen people get caught up too many times so I stay to myself for sometime to unwind, I’m not trying to be around the tension and stress, because that’s when you see things start to manifest, right before your eyes then you realize when somebody blast ya saprise – saprise you should always pay attention to what’s going on I don’t care if you do or belong. This is my story.

We all have choices, like we all have two voices
Your good and bad conscious yes two choices
Love vs. evil good vs. bad
It’s okay to do for people but get had
I’m glad that this is the life I chose
To turn my life around before it comes to a close
End of my story

Is Your Pain Like Mine?
By Harold Wesley

Is your like mine?  Do you hurt all the time?
Can you not find comfort. Is there no peace of mind?
You ever been blind? Do you make mistakes?  Have you
Ever committed a crime? Are you free from sin?
IS your closet clean, what you hiding in the dark?
What’s behind the scenes? What makes you better than me?
Are you unfallable? What ya think your shit don’t stink?
Are you God?  Why are you judging me? Do you know what
It’s like to live my life? Have you felt despair? Have you
Suffered through strife? Are you my flesh & blood? Who are you
To criticize me? Don’t you have flaws, is there blemishes in
your eyes? Are you a hypocrite? Are you honest with yourself?
Have you walked in my shoes? Have you  felr what I’ve felt?
Can you carry my burdens? Can you read my mind?
Can you answer this question, is your pain like mine?

Day of Pain
By Harold Wesley

They say Jesus walks with me, I say no, he carries me
Over this world, where it’s so cold.  Drug get sold
Children suffer, fathers institutionalized by 25 years old
In their life he’s gone, mother’s future is to OD on dope
She’s lost searchin for direction, to the streets she go
Young sistas get paid to satisfy a lonely man’s erection
Ye we label her a ho, young brothas banging against each other
Pistols they hodl can you blame them though?  It’s been
Going on so long.  They see no wrong. It’s a form of
Separation and more misplaced hatred and the government
claims they fighting terrorist supposedly with weapons of mass
Destruction.  When they hold the same views I see this
As corruption.  They got money for wars but can’t feed and
house the poor . But they could place troops on Boarders block
those from a better life for they kids and wife, stopping
people from getting a piece of the American pie what I’m
seeing ain’t right.  It’s a fear and more of a power control
I see this through my soul as the truth unfolds within me
My spirit continues to grow.  Why is it that I’m young
But feel so old? I ask him “Am I ready to go?” Jesus
whispers back to me ,”no.” he still has plans for me on this road
As he guides me ans show to tomorrow another youngsta misguided
The wrong path he follows, another day of a mother’s sorrow more

Flying hollows with no name, just another day of pain

Democracy Poem
By Harold Wesley

Why can’t people understand the freedom of living in
a free society? You see when hate speaks only the
ignorant listens. Weakness is a disease Doctors have
no cure for, so I rise above what’s wrong by doing right.
Freedom is my best friend in times of turmoil.
That’s what makes America great. The beauty of God’s
people within us and all around us. The society I love
 is very diverse with people of all colors from various
walks of life. Sometimes evil wins like President Trump
but his victory is short lived. I’m all for the gentrification
of love, inclusion and unity. Let’s not leave out the Asylum
seekers protected by the constitution. In a democratic
society people have the right to live as they see fit
As long as they accept the good and bad consequences
of their actions. Freedom of speech comes with a price
Freedom of religion comes with a price, and depending
on what side of the law you fall on will decide how
steep a price you will pay. It is my duty, my responsibility.
My moral obligation to be the best version of myself
First as a black man, second as an American.
I stand on the shoulders of my Ancestors blood and
Spirit, so today my voice will be heard. Democracy
is when each one of us live our best to enrich
the lives of others. We live in a land of opportunity
So why not be opportunistic? Embrace being present.
The socialism we love is freedom to express our views
without malice and hate. We all have the right to
our own opinion so why the disrespect? Our rights  and
liberties is not for sale or compromise nor is there
any place for racism. Yet hate somewhere else because
if you offended me, then my actions will have consequences

and I will be free to continue living in a democracy.

Picking up The Pieces
By Harold Wesley

Like a jigsaw puzzle not yet finished
Life’s toll upon one’s soul can be quickly diminished

Pieces of me will always be incomplete
Whole as I may feel eventually my heart will no longer beat

Down in the dumps yet I continue to rise
Another piece of my life in order slowly becoming wise

Patience is a virtue my mind chose to investigate
Endurance manifested by the ability to love not hate

That’s when your spirit will be enriched by the theory of relativity
Molded pieces of people fit together in the essence of unity

Like fire and ice that’s hot and cold
No one should ever feel alone always stand bold

Life is social not an isolated event
Born into sin so on my knees I repent

Becoming who you are brings about true freedom to heal
Being present in time makes life real

Picking up the pieces of life can be done

In order to complete the puzzle you have to start with one – piece

Desires of the Flesh
By Harold Wesley

Raw passionate intense intimate pleasurable satisfaction
Our human bodies arave these interactions
What is desirable to the eyes makes our blood rush
The attraction of what I find wanting makes me wanna touch
The bite of your lower lip indicates something exciting
Your body and smile in your eyes is very inviting
I wanna love you and rock that body all night long
My passion is everlastin’ and my back is strong
Hot, drippin, and wet a moment you will never forget
In the throes of sexual fulfillment two bodies become one flesh
The swell of your breast as  you catch your breath
Surrendering my heart & soul to you I’m the last one left
Your pouting full lips are always so kissable
The curvy body of your being is tenderly permissible
I push my love inside with dignity and pride
Your eyes blazin with the victory as  you enjoy th3e ride
Completion is absolut like the end of creation
Which is manifested upon full penetration
Hold me never let go I’m trapped my heart is yours
A tear drops from my eyes as I’m knockin’ on heavens door
Temptation will always come in the form of a test
Now I understand why people have desires of the flesh

What About Us
By Harold Wesley

Why am I forgotten? How come my love is dismissed
The blessing and curses of life so many tortured souls missed

Is it true that people fear what they don’t understand?
Then why is there a pattern of white cops killing innocent black men

What about us? The forgotten in prison left to rotten
My own death, burial and resurrection like God’s only begotten

One day there will be no shame, no more blame or pain
Talking to God in prayer tears fallin’ cleanses my soul like rain

People who say they my family love me unconditionally
Don’t fully grasp the inception of prison reality

When that phone rings and they ask do you want his bodily remains
Will make you realise that shit is real not a game

I speak only for the humble and meek
Whose path is onward to knowledge and wisdom who seek

One day soon I will kiss the tears from my Momma’s eyes
Don’t blame God and ask why I’ll be at peace when I die

But for now I keep my feet on the ground
Wishin’ I wouldn’t have to hear screamin or foreign sounds

Ignore those who voice outrage and can’t keep quiet
True wisdom sparks silence not violence use your brain the real riot

For those stuck inside this hellish prison maze
Relapse the padlocks from your mind then amaze

Only in God do I put my trust

Because at the end of the day he will never say what about us

Angel with the Broken Wings
By Harold Wesley

This is a story about an angel with broken wings
That came to me in a dream
And said I know all I have seen all things

Yet I couldn’t get over the fact that his wings
Was old, broken, and dirty
Knowing my thoughts he replied in the eyes of God
I was deemed worthy

So I asked my angel why do you look like you are in
Suffering and pain
He replied you will bear many trials and tribulations
In your life before calling his name

Then he continued to say when that bullet whizzed
Passed your head and you should been dead
I took that shot so you could live and I also
Pleaded before God to spare your life which is why you live

I was with you in that house where you was sellin crack
I was your light in the dark that had your back

When you was out partying and having a good time
I was alone fighting satan and his demons while
I wasn’t a thought in your mind

So I said to my angel you went through all that to keep
Me livin’?
Yes he responded quickly because even though you sinnin’
Jesus is love and God is forgivin’

Now he continued I’ma tell you why I look the way
I do
Because your life was rough and I fought for you every
Step of the way

God told me to protect you from the moment you come
Out of your mothers womb
And I must continue to protect you till you rest in the tomb

You know none of these things for they are unseen
And when yo make it to heaven I will be healed and my wings will be clean

But how do you know my fate? He cut me off
And said God is in charge God is reat

Remember how i told you from the beginning
I have seen all things? Who do you think been
With you this whole time in prison protecting you
Me the angel with broken wings

Now I must leave you and continue to fight the evil one
So I hope you can cope

But you said you would neer leave that’s when I awoke

Body of Christ 
By Harold Wesley

The Lord Jesus was beaten over and over and over again
An innocent man punished for my sins
They mocked him, spit on him, ripped flesh from his skin
Called him vile names and beat him again and again
Not once did he cry out or scream in pain
God’s work was being fulfilled, Christ would soon reign
They made him carry his cross, and put a crown of thorns on his head
Jesus did nothing wrong, yet the people wanted him dead
They hammered thick nails through his hands and feet
Blood cascading down his body splashing on the concrete
Blood and water flowed when they pierced his side
Satan thought he had the victory when Jesus died
The Earth went dark The vile in the temple split in two
Now we can talk to God directly that’s how much Jesus loves you
Who else walks with holes in his feet and hands
Because of the love of Jesus I’m one changed man
Humiliated, beaten, battered and bruised
Who else woulda took that kind of punishment when they are
Being falsely accused
They came and stole him away like a thief in the night
Jesus spoke scripture so his disciples would flee and not have to fight
Satan entered the man with the money Judas to do his wish
Then he betrayed Jesus the saviour with a kiss
I hate what Jesus went through but happy he conquered death
He rose on the third day and for that I have my breath
None of us today wouldn’t have been able to endure his torture and plight
Yet here we stand alive with choices because of his strifes
I am not worthy of God’s love through his son
I confessed my sins to Christ now my new life has begun
Protect me from the Evil one because he ain’t nothing nice
Embrace me into your family the body of Christ