Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds
Or bends with the remover to remove.
Oh no! it is an ever-fixed mark that looks at temptests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth's unknown although its height be taken.
Love's not time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
within his bending sickle's compass come;
love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
but bears it out even till the end of doom:
If this be error and upon me proved
Then I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

-William Shakespear

May we love with the audacity of a Shakespearian sonnet.

War of Words

The gravity of words wrapped in the brevity of time
weighs heavy on my heart in pursuit of my mind
As sentences pull me into their core
and break me down like I've broken them before
They deconstruct me to discover why I've constructed them
While I borrow their letters and put my trust in them
as we put our trust in God.

I am the general to their army, revolution to their cause
We charge against oppressors
To put them on blast we blast bombs of expression
Words as ammunition, I pull the trigger to my pen and--
Flood the battlefield with ink bullets
POETIC WARFARE

We told you that it's war here
because we will not be complacent to your occupation
We will not let you steal the hearts of nations,
erasing compassion to replace it with hatred
We will not be left waiting for your promised revelations that will never come
We stand firm when you tell us to run
with enough courage to throw stones down the barrels of your guns

My army and I are one
Essence intertwined, poetically inclined
designed to invade your mind with rhymes
and make you pay mind to your mind
fine tuning perception until you see signs in the signs

We break words to break nerves of those who try to break us
That's why I cook verses in my basement
Elements full of boiling statements
Waiting to be fed to hungry nations deprived of soul food
I put my creations into their palms so they can hold food
I write their stories of liberation with the same pen I use to liberate them

Words will be put in their appropriate cages--withing lines of pages
I put syllables behind bars, breaking grammatical norms
they are my prisioners of war
We manipulate existing structures that confine us, strive to define us
As we find us behind bars that align us
Unifying as freedom fighters

We live outside our cells breaking shackles of prisions
We are the listners, the observers, the voices
We are the senses making sentences out of senitments to erase the senselessness
We are the temperment that calmed your nerve when your temper went
Same ones that taught you struggle for your benefit

We are the knowledge that taught you corruption is the currency of most of the world's presidents
but knowledge comes with the responsibility of self betterment
To be better than the self that resisted resistance in the face of your spiritual-psychosocial-emotional afflictions
See these depictions are beyond diction
They are affirmations of our commitment to truth
Where troops fight superficality with substance,
opression with justice

Words are weapons of the struggle
They can self-destruct if you let them muffle
They can paralyze ambitions with the same pen that wrote them
if you don't provoke them into action
For what good is a lyrical bomb if you don't know how to blast it?
Revolutions are never passive.
We need to actively dissect the lessons of our introspections
and wage war on those that work against us

Tell them with conviction: "your word is out and you can't protect it
So ink will be shed on your deception
Our veins are full, we load our pens as we inject them,
and drain your MTV and CNN...the venom that we were drenched in,
You're greatest weapon, expression, is now in our possesion.
So where are your armaments? infecting our arteries or aimed back with no pardoning?

We will not apologize for reclaiming our freedom
We speak because our silences applaud your treason
We refuse to be reasons for the prepetuation of misinfomation
Reducation is the primary strategy in our mission
So we launch missles of wisdom
Hoping to find minds in search of provision
Minds in starvation from the famine of your control"

So this. is. war.
A war. of. words.
Because words have weight.
Their value is in their mass.
So don't purchase a heavy weapon if you lack the strength to grasp.