Poetic MindState
Words for The Heart Thoughts from the SoulArchive for death
Before my Demise
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
I wanna love and be loved like never before
To toss my problems right out the door
To stand in the shadow of greatness
Or to feel the touch of a sweet caress
Before my demise I’d love to just watch the sky
And feel the raindrops as God cries
To stand at the mountaintop to observe and reflect
Or be among friends and not feel neglect
Yes, before my demise I wish life to be grand
Like an activist feels after taking a stand
A sense of accomplishment is what I seek
But I know I haven’t even reached my peak
There are many roads to travel
Many miles to drive
Many tears to shed
Many smiles to smile
Before my demise
After Death
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
After I die, I want to be dressed in an all black suit
With some new boots
While I’m drifting up to heaven
I don’t want no fears, no tears, and no sneers
Just cheers
Cause I’m finally going home
Cause earth is hell sometimes froze over
Full of shady ass bitches and trifling bastards
I wanna go where the realist have gone
To bask in the new sunlight of the truth
It’s easy to envision a world better than here
Cause this is no world where we’d like to live
We’re placed here as a test
Testing what?
I have no clue
I guess I’ll find out what’s true after death
The Forsaken City
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
The culture of deceit rises high
High enough to touch the grimy sky
Filled with the cries of the forsaken, the forgotten, the cursed
Misery coats the city streets with greed and depression
The people no longer care, for they are numb to any positive light that might shine upon them
Beautiful people, masked by the ugliness of the environment that preys upon their sanity
Forsaken, defeated, trampled by the rising cost of living
The lights struggle to stay lit; the water comes out in chunks
The leaders of the city are but figure heads with a status
They don’t know the struggle of the people
Or they do but do they really care
As long as they can sit fat at the table of success
No one else in the city matters a bit
So the crime rises and takes hold
The drugs become bold and strangles the life out of the youth
Good friends turn to enemies
And the people forget their own kind
They are just existing, not truly living
Working but not succeeding
Liking but not loving
The Hidden Genius
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
He sits and listens intently
When asked his opinion a few simple words he utters
Their amazed by his intelligence
Young features with an old soul
Not a very striking character
But when he writes words come to life
Life is made wonderful by the strokes of his pen
He tells a story of love
He spins a tale about life’s experiences
Old times and new
Lost love and life’s harsh realities
A gentleman is what his family calls him
A scholar is what his peers call him
A soldier is what his nation calls him
A lover is what his lady calls him
Simple descriptions barely scratch the surface
The depth of his personality is as deep as the ocean trench
As wide as the universe above
As bright as the high noon sun
He writes to restore
He writes to help
He writes to renew
His journey as just begun
Endless days exploring the path of his talents
Talents long hidden behind silent lips and a lively mind
Burst forth when freed spewed on the masses is knowledge and love
Deep and thoughtful
Harsh and deceitful
Loving and nurturing
Melodies and rhyme connotations expressed on blank pages
He is slowly finding his voice
Taken from the words he expresses so deeply
Soon to be heard by every living being
A hidden genius he is no more
Liquid Death
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
Into her arm goes the sweetest relief
A beautiful disaster of liquid death doubled with a touch of nose candy
She’s hitting the edge of death wishing for it to take her away
But death won’t come to the willing
Numb is the only emotion felt, not an emotion but a voidance of life while living
Independence without experience took her places she shouldn’t have gone
Introducing her to liquid death
Against the wishes of her family and friends she stood defiant
Till one day they left her crying
Neglected for so long
Wasting away in a grimy shack
With the man who took her life through Hell
Breaking her face on the nasty sheetrock walls
The slums are filled with the screaming agony of suffering
Echoing down the alleyways like a an escaping soul
A bleak existence compared to what once was
A beauty queen so long ago
With dangerous curves and southern charm
Degraded to a hood rat drug fiend
Curves lost with time
She remembers between cycles of a drunken stupor
What once was and what could have been
She remembers the good times and the bad
But nothing compares to the pain that’s felt in her current reality
She must make an escape but he entices her with her weakness for liquid death
But she must escape
Escape from him
Escape from this life
Escape from liquid death
Ghetto Dreams
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
Narrowed visions of the limitless heights of hope
Dreams deferred not dashed or shattered like glass
Head held high to the sky
Feet always grounded never caught off guard
Hopeless
Dark clouds Dark Thoughts
Altered by substances poisoning the community
These hands Those hearts hardened by this cold existence
His hands Her thighs Their minds killing the hopes of the future
Savage
The stench of failure and poverty reeks throughout the streets
Hunger pains and dope fiends screams vibrate the streets like a sick beat
Cries of the children young and old scatter the air with grief and unbearable pain
A young man dead A young woman raped harsh realities simmer in this mixing bowl of misery
Numb
Hopes Dreams fears ignored by the outside looking in
The mind set of a hustler taught to struggle and fight the hard way
A better life shown in the gleam of a child eye
Reality worsens with the smell of death
Ghetto Dreams
Balancing Force
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
A warrior lives within me
Fierce
Calm
Driven by a thirst for excitement
Uncontrollable
Stable
An indestructible power if strength and wisdom
Powerful
Meek
A divine gift not easily taken
Intelligent
Insane
Protector of lost souls; Destroyer of false hopes
Life
Death
Never Got to Say Goodbye (For my Sister)
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
A beautiful soul
So lovely a lady
Gone from the world
But not from my heart
These words I speak
Your ear will never hear
Tragedy struck at so young an age
My anger runs deep
Rage burns within
So beautiful your soul
Now floats above
My hearts in pieces
I cried that day
First time in awhile
For a moment I was you
Enduring the struggle
Shedding the tears
Feeling the pain
As the time grew short
Your last breath drawn
Peace replaced the fear in your eyes
Your tortured soul released from its earth bound prison
Memories I hold of you both good and bad
Will remain with me for eternity
Your soul finally resting
My rage is subsiding
Words never said to your living ear
I feel your spirit listening
Forever with me you will remain
My beautiful sister
Katesia Marshae Weathers
(Sept 14, 1980- Oct 27, 2007)
I love you
RIP
8 things you probably don’t know about me
By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
1. I am a lover and a fighter, which in my opinion is a good combination. I can be romantic and at the same time be the strong manly man!
2. I detest liars, especially when I can see right through your lie. There is nothing worse than a compulsive liar who isn’t even good at it!
3. I am 22 *will be 23 Oct 8* most people for some reason think I am older. Could someone please explain this to me?
4. I am a bedroom artist. Let me explain, I like to be very creative and open with my lady in the bedroom! With about 1 or 2 exceptions I will try anything once.
5. I give a very good massage; I am actually studying to be a massage therapist.
6. I am from Pine Bluff, Arkansas, yes it might not seem like it, but that’s where I was born and raised!
7. I am single and free, for some reason people still think I am married, guess everyone didn’t get the memo.
8. I love the number 8. To me it symbolizes the continuation of life and an endless cycle of birth and death.
