OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY Q.B.
	
      
       | Reboot
 Reboot   Since the inception of the fallible and corrupt disciplines to inculcate a subservient class of peoples, Psychological tyranny has been in existence, secreted in feigned bastions of education Even reaching its tentacles into the sanctum, with its glorified spires and steeples   Feeding the masses its consumerism rhetoric, numbing the senses of most creation   Placing constraints on your mind, experimenting with the equilibrium of natural cause and effect While media spins webs of deceit, government sanctioned cognizance manipulation Action and reaction, unseen forces move sheeple to and fro like mindless marionettes Woven intricacies of intellectual manacles, consigning the spirit to incapacitation   Breaking free from such thinking is a formidable mission, one not to be taken nonchalantly Those indoctrinated into the set w... | 
    
       | Overcome
 We shall overcome someday The negro chant and pray On bended knee, head bowed Pain traced across each brow   Head bowed not daring to look up For massa’s work needs be done Shining, polishing, cleaning Passing this tool to our son   Contemptible old fool Not even aware You are ol’ massa’s tool Check yourself, if you dare | 
    
       | Gone
 Where were you when I needed a friend? When the times got hard near the bitter end Where were you when the times got tough? When the pathway to happiness went from smooth to rough Where were you when the skies turned gray? The tears began to fall, my heart began to ache Where were you when my world come tumbling down? When no light shone through, all smiles turned to frowns Where were you when I would just sit and pray? Maybe God would hear me soon and end this pain I gave you my all and that was not enough You ran over my heart like a bug hit by a truck And now I must move on, gather my tattered life, mend my heart, stand tall, and be strong Perhaps one day as you sit alone, you can ponder these things… Where am I, Where have I gone? | 
    
       | what do we need
 An enchanted whisper spoken by an angelic siren of love Summoning ones heart to take heed Do not allow this feeling to wane Many inner conflicts and battles are warred, Most fragile as a small dove Turmoil amidst rationale and fleeting Dreams, enough to drive one insane Happiness…each has their own Definition of the word, none quite sure Riches, fame, security, wisdom, all of These fall within the parameters Loneliness, depression, ignorance, of these maladies Scientist has no cure The greatest enigma of all is love… Without it life is merely a pilgrimage into obliteration | 
    
       | Night
 Night The period in which darkness prevails over light No shadows are seen; creeping animals scurry along in search of A hiding place from the predators, hungry for the blood of their prey The bounty of their spoils are ill gotten, the reason for their pillage, soon forgotten Kill or be killed is their creed Reason for motivation is pure greed They feel invisible, as if no one sees God sees. The reward for their deeds…An eternity of Night | 
    
       | Reflections
 Reflections Images mirrored by the faces of mankind. The many wrinkles that line the eyes of the woman Working hard to feed the family her husband left behind His face gruesomely twisted by the heat and pain Muscles aching; sweat pouring, blood dripping from his hands. Driving himself to an early grave, nothing left to show his gain. The grey hair that winds through the lovely braids Of the grandmother, worrying and crying as she watches Her grandson, the once straight “A” student, gently being laid “To rest,” these words describe it best. For in life each waking moment was used to study, work, playing ball, trying to get paid. Ending so suddenly when someone viciously requested his jacket In the blink of an eye, these plans he had been making Are only mere thought, memory…Reflections. | 
    
       | Carousel
 On this carousel that we dolefully call life Each of have different meanings, lessons and strife Most have the ambition to reach for the brass ring Accumulating many riches, abundant power and trivial things Others are content with just enjoying the sights, music and ride Blissfully buoyant in the mere ups and downs continual rounds of life Yet still others wish this damn ride would come to a halt So as to rid ones of these nauseating and garish faults | 
    
       | Emotional Kaleidoscope
 A teardrop frozen in the looking glass of memories An emotional kaleidoscope of feelings of the moment A pinch of fear, a scoop of excitement, and a heaping helping of joy Butterflies caught in a net of nerves, heart floating above the trees   A radiant glow emanating from the angelic face The scent of love wafting, mingling with the sweet perfume Hair in curls, gently caressing the nape of the neck  A vision of loveliness to see, an epitome of Gods grace   The sirens song, a melodic tone, both alluring and sensual Dedicating love, honor, devotion to one soul, one alone Before Gods eyes, all of heaven, family and friends  To become as one, this is the vow, to love unconditionally | 
    
       | Where Am I?
 Where am I? What planet is this? When did a disagreement end up with blows from a fist? What is happening? What did I miss? When was permission given to kill innocent kids? How does this happen? Why does no one seem to care? Is the love gone from mankind’s heart or is everyone too scared? Please, dear Lord, hear the prayers of your humble sheep. Before the rulers of some foreign countries destroy us all in our sleep. | 
    
       | Different Times
 There were times not long ago when people you would meet Did not care where you came from, what city, town or street Now the times have changed and a lone black fist in the air No longer means strength, power, and unity. Does not anyone even care? When an innocent child gets its cartoon show suddenly interrupted A stray .45 slug enters its head; no one seems to be disgusted When an elderly woman sits alone and withers away from hunger The children she worked three jobs to care for are too busy or don’t care any longer If all the patriarchs of black history were alive today to see the mess we have made All of them would wonder why they fought, struggled, all of the sacrifices they gave For the lowest of the black person in this nation to achieve his or her dreams And pass along the wisdom and blessings to create a strong black society |