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Feb 11, 2016

Poems From The Desert

NOTE: These are the actual poems I wrote while I was in Desert Storm just before I was blessed to walk with the Angels just like in the Poem Footprints.

To read my excerpt from Angels In The Desert, click here.

Imagination — 27 December 1990

It brings my emotion to the pad
Feelings of love, wisdom, goodness, and sad
It is its accent that distinguishes it so,
Oh how imagination has helped my mind grow!

Technology — 28 December 1990

Man’s greatest asset as a whole,
Distinguishes him from animals, Proving his superiority?
Many feel it’s been great helping Mankind,
It’s his worst enemy in the long run.

The Rubik’s Cube — 28 December 1990

I tried the Rubik’s cube, I only conceived four sides.
Intensive practice deemed me unfit, frustrated.
I looked to four sides and saw them connected,
They needed support, why didn’t I comprehend.
I saw a family of six, their life’s a Rubik’s cube.
And now I know, you can’t know completeness
Without support, wisdom, and meekness.

The Ink — 28 December 1990

Have you pondered individual moments?
I’ve searched and all I found was darkness in a pen,
Why is it always there?

The Connection — 28 December 1990

I pondered the puzzle, but it strayed when I beckoned-
The 12 disciples, the 12 churches in revelation-
Did they connect?
Maybe I’ll never know in my lifetime,
But one day will show, connection or coincidence?

Our Greatest Battle — 29 December 1990

It is our purpose to move toward goodness,
Evil seems prevalent to me.
It tempts my nature, hormones, how I’m cursed!
It’s divine discipline to defy nature and grasp goodness.

The Confession — 31 December 1990

I can’t say life is treating me right,
Nor will I say I’m living life right.
All I can say is that I still live
And thank God for everything.

The Notion — 31 December 1990

With age comes wisdom it has been said,
The more years you live, the brain goes dead.
In the game of life, all knowledge comes too soon,
For we’re ALL guilty of life’s greatest prejudice, to assume.

The Flower — 12 January 1991

For the past few years, the flower has grown
And every year as before, this flower is gone.
Before it could blossom to its full extent,
Some storms, some wind, and there it went.
The crop’s been slow the past few months,
So I’ve been watching this flower at lunch.
Each day at noon, I waited for it to bloom
And go back to work, did I wish too soon?
As I turn, an idea floods inside my mind,
It’s so heavy that I sit, I can’t waste time.
I shake at the thought, oh how could it be?
Was this about the flower or was it about me?

War — 12 January 1991

War doesn’t justify any type of peace,
It only degrades man down to beast.
I’ll dedicate my life to helping mankind,
Be it literature, poetic lines, or the rhyme.
I try to deter from whether I’m living or I’m dead,
And focus on my heart and the life that I led.

Home — 24 January 1991

Home is content with what you are
Before where you live.
Home is loving others before you
Learn to love yourself.
Because in being home, Love talks!

Love — 24 January 1991

Love is infinite, that’s all I can say.

Friends — 24 January 1991

Who can say what friends really are,
Not I said the star.
For though I sit high in the sky,
Their love surpasses even my eye.

Tripping — 24 January 1991

I sometimes think about my thoughts,
Most of my thoughts are about my thinking,
Though I think I thought I knew, then I wonder,
Why I’m thinking about these thoughts right now?

Why must — 24 January 1991

Why must man continue?
We destroyed nature time and time again,
And hid the truth behind a million religions.
Still we create inventions, to help we intend,
But our thoughts hold us from peaceful living.
Why must I continue?

Fright — 25 January 1991

Imagine the feeling of being watched
Or being near death hearing the clock?
Imagine the intense dread of déjà vu-
This is all illusions in the mind, I tell you.

Naked — 29 January 1991

I stand alone in the spirit,
Bewildered by my use of the lyric.
Whether the subject is fact or fiction,
I focus and out sprouts the clever diction.
Though I write great, Through sin it could be stripped-
Then I would be NAKED, Apart from God and his gift.

Blank — 29 January 1991

This paper was blank before I thought this out,
For I choose words over the use of the mouth.
I consider the speaker of great knowledge and logic,
Cause I won’t stand before Jesus, dubbed a false prophet.

Family ties — 18 February 1991

Friends can learn to love each other happily,
Yet it shadows the bond of a loving family.
A mother and daughter, a father and his son,
TV soaps cannot portray the actual outcome.
They are a person’s view and when we relate,
We think of our own and how to keep them straight.
We linger on bad times, our mind keeps them crisp,
Yet for each time consider that a twist-
Choose any one and walk along that path,
Is it straight is all that I will ask?

I — 18 February 1991

I am gifted, I have talent, I say this to you,
But the words come short though they’re true.
It is not of good nature to boast or emphasize,
But to be commended and to make others realize
That he really is gifted, but he behaves like he is least,
How can such a man project so much peace?
I say to mankind, within me is the light
That shines to brilliance when inspired to write.

The Eye-opener — 18 February 1991

I have stated my beliefs and ever since
I told myself that I was convinced
My tongue spoke what it could conceive,
But my body still did not believe.
Discipline spoke to me, requested I take action,
However, negativity was my first reaction.
Now I sit and consider everything I’ve heard,
God says that actions speak louder than words.

Questions of War — 21 February 1991 1:15 am

What is its purpose my friend?
For we are doomed when it begins.
No matter who wins, we all lose,
Who will be blamed, we all were accused.
What is its purpose to begin with?
I thought peace, but that’s a myth.
Why war to peace, peace can be to peace,
A lot disagree, but hey, this is me.
For after it’s over, what is the cost?
Who takes the burden of the lives lost?
I can’t imagine, but my mind won’t forget,
Why should one leap, when he hasn’t looked yet?

The Moral — 26 February 1991

We say if you don’t use it, you lose it,
But what if you abuse it?
For what is abuse if it is put to good use?
Will good and evil ever come to a truce?

A Longing Fulfilled — 26 February 1991

We all have waited to hear one thing,
Each thought unique, every voice that sings.
A million minds thinking, every desire sinking,
Only Saudi ceased these soldiers from drinking.
But infinite roads have not begun to start
Until going home brings rejoice to our hearts.

The Screen — 26 February 1991

The screen brings us to real emotion,
Like a cloak of love, soothing as lotion.
It brings out our innermost feelings,
Who can define why love reveals?
Is it because of religion, of life, of art?
Or is it because movies relate to our heart?

Home — 26 February 1991

Home seems so far away, out of my touch-
Who knows man’s way, but someone who knows too much?
A bridge divides us all, each and every man-
A thought left desolate from our land.
Why cross into that plain, it adjusts to roam,
Because you lost the truth, which is always home.

Dreams — 26 February 1991

Dreams push me to consider can that really happen,
Is it possible that I’ll succeed in rapping?
My goal is within reach, however it begins to blur,
I look to the ground and shudder from what occurs.
Who has the power to take my goal, is it him or her-
Nope, it’s the foundation, your dream deferred.

The Wall — 26 February 1991

I’ve spoken to many different people,
Both legal and illegal, below and equal.
I’ve found love in the cruelest of them all,
It takes true love to scale the tribulating wall.
Love thy enemy and treat them friendly,
It heaps anger in them and brings about envy.

Time’s Purpose — 26 February 1991

Time as it stands before my eyes-
Changes its density, I now realize
Whenever we are face to face,
My mind is full of disgrace.
For time slows almost to an abrupt stop,
Moments are days, life resolves the clock.
Yet when time is ahead, I try to speed it up,
However that also fails, my words, I eat em up.
But whenever I pass it by and look behind,
Time didn’t speed up or slow down, it was in my mind.

Realization — 1 March 1991

It’s been a long day, but the work’s done.
Now let’s rest until the rising of the sun.
In a few weeks, I’ll go on vacation,
To know patience for a brief sensation.
But it’s over when I realize it’s begun,
There’s a time for everything under the sun.

Offended — 1 March 1991

Why must man argue over mere games?
History repeats, is it all the same?
It’s not the words, but what’s in the head-
I can’t blame either side for what was said.
All I can do is give a new outlook-
Open new pages to each man’s book.
Consider others, let your mind awaken-
Was it the words or how they were taken?

Self-worth — 1 March 1991

People look back to our great leaders.
The ministers, the militant, the peace-keepers.
When America’s faced with dilemma, why remember?
Why look back to plea free Blacks, free Blacks-
We’re here, but why tell me we should relax?

Power — 1 March 1991

There was a river, calm and cool it stood.
Daily it glistened in the deep dark woods,
For years it went untouched by mankind.
Many men stood their ground and could not find,
A reason for change, one man questioned its purity,
He threw a pebble in and he changed within.
With one thought, a pebble, and a man,
A lake’s purity changed and its span
Went beyond what anyone thought,
They didn’t see, their friend was doubt.
What is the range of power of one man-
Can he shape his world or corrupt his land?
Friend I must agree, because this was the aim,
What’s important about Jesus or the impact of Hussein?

Stress — 2 March 1991

Stress is a feeling common to all
And it’s believed to be a wall.
A wall stacked slowly, brick by brick-
Each one because you make me sick!
So now I see stress not as affliction,
But as a self-created mental condition.
Purpose of help — 2 March 1991
A man can be the greatest of all time,
But he’s still limited to his ONE mind.
For it is impossible to look at one’s self
Like artists change sketches for better health.
So that says, in essence, it seems the truth-
For God to survive, you help me, I help you.

Gifts — 2 March 1991

Gifts seem given to man as a sign,
Without God, it won’t do to whine.
You can practice, yet not succeed,
The Bible is what you should heed.
Because you’ll see another’s success,
Wondering if God ever picks the best?

Traveling — 2 March 1991

I travel with a purpose and destination,
Whether county, state, another nation.
Seeing different traditions and many sights,
As varied as an entire spectrum of light,
Cultures, histories, all their lifestyles,
Some seem fit while others seem wild.
I enjoy those with which I can relate,
And those I can’t, just ponder and debate.
I hold on to my beliefs like America does Santa-
Nowhere I’ll go is as great as Atlanta!

Rap as Black Movement — 2 March 1991

I see an entire race of people that cries out,
We want Freedom are the words they shout.
The innocent blood spilled makes them believe,
That Freedom is worked for and not conceived.
Many leaders arise out of the dazed people,
Beginning the equality phase.
After their deaths, many people still weep
While the majority lulls along, fast asleep.
It took Black ghetto talent and musical influence
To awaken the Blacks, and rap music is doing it!

Hard to Change — 2 March 1991

Try to convert each card to stone,
Now taste the stench of this song.
Given to you through the ages,
Excerpts of familiar faces like pages.
The piled cards hold a lot of weight,
And it feels easier if you just wait.
It feels easier to wait than to begin,
So it is with old habits, my friend.

Existing without a purpose — 2 March 1991

What is a man like who has no ethics?
Is he different, insane, pitiful, pathetic?
Maybe a clone with thoughts embedded,
Or a bride that has mistakenly wedded?
Or a country who defends us from being beheaded?
He’s empty, like snake skin that’s been shedded.

Opinions of Others — 3 March 1991

It is a decision of what we should do,
Further my gift or worry about you?
They say I’m good, but there’s better-
Writers as common as the daily weather.
I ponder, then I begin to plea-
Why not someone else, why me?
I seek to help, but not in civil rights,
But through the pen and pad, for I write.
That is my gift to uplift man’s spiritual health,
Why consider our opinions when I know it myself?

Peace — 3 March 1991

All nations of people seek to retrieve peace,
Some scarred canine, our pursuit’s the leash.
It was never easy, take for example Morals, ethics.
Muslims will never see life as a Christian-
Consider the Jew, think he’ll listen?
So before we start to work this plan,
Peace must be found within every man.

Success — 4 March 1991

It’s a long walk to reach success
And a longer one to be the best.
However, too much running will cause you to fall
And thus, ending it all.

The same — 4 March 1991

Have you considered the word love?
Do you love with your heart or your mind?
Don’t ponder upon it though, I wonder just like you.

Overlooking God — 4 March 1991

At this moment and time,
So much is in my mind.
I am unable to decide,
What’s wrong or what’s wise?
Engulfed in this thick fog,
Between morals and America’s laws.
Just when I feel lost,
My mind thinks of the cross.
The fog lifts as the winds blow
As I happen to look below.
Darkness is all I see,
What is happening to me?
Looking around at every angle,
I am shocked to see angels!
Here for this great thing,
My ascent on my own wings.
I now rejoice, feeling fit to be wise,
But the faces of the angels tell me otherwise.

A Short Tale — 5 March 1991

Can you distinguish between the language and linguist?
French, Spanish, Portuguese, then why is English
Such a powerful medium for the world to communicate?
Because we’re a world power, what makes us so great?
Take a stand, I have to make this injustice bitter-
If they knew America, they wouldn’t even consider.

Selfish — 5 March 1991

Who says I’m a poet, who has the authority?
That question bewilders me and the majority.
I can take classes and get a hundred degrees,
Yet proclaim my status to a different species.
Many will say I was not focused, so I strayed.
A bad choice, I could have gotten paid.
But they don’t get it, here’s the question-
Who says I’m a poet, take this as a lesson.
Those degrees and money have no witness,
I decide my status, simply isn’t it my business?

What is home? — 5 March 1991

Home is not the place where I dwell,
No more than my name is Miquiel.
It ain’t physical, you ask what I mean,
How can I explain what can’t be seen?
It’s more like a feeling, straight from the heart.
It is strengthened whenever I depart.
A seemingly, sort of emotional bond,
Strong as feelings from father to son.
But maybe home is way above,
Since we won’t admit, it’s our deepest love.

Friends for Advice — 6 March 1991

Friends come to me almost every night,
Acknowledging their opinion about my fight.
Which isn’t what one usually goes through,
But whether to stop writing or to continue?
Every day, the nagging intensifies their bid,
Come on man, you used to do that as a kid!
As the years pass seemingly away,
The peer pressure brings my moral decay.
The minute I stop, one friend comes to me and says,
Hey Miquiel, what happened to those poems I read?