Marshall "Soulful" Jones

Whats good people. Sometime last week thanks to a sleepless night I took my phone out and someone (I dont remember who) had posted a link. So I an my oh so curious self clicked on i. Ended up being a youtube video and I waited for it to load oh so slowly (using the net on a cellphone and all). Anyways long story short i came across this POET (an ARTIST). Not saying I have seen many poets performing or that I've read that much poetry but sometimes all it takes is one thing to capture you and I was capturing by MARSHALL "SOULFUL" JONES.Thanks to his work I have honestly thought of shutting down my blog and calling it quits. Apart from the fact I still have never said one of my pieces outloud I feel like a talentless dwib next to this guy. And its weird cause i never really thought about performing my work till abiut a few months ago and now I doubt I ever will.
First of all the energy in his performance struck me. But yet it was the underlying passion. It seeped out of him like a new born spring bursting to make its way to the surface and leave its mark on this Earth. I was captivated enough to watch each of his performances without even moving an inch. Yeah yeah I know it sounds like a lil girl with a crush on the classroom hottie. But I was raised up to admit when I see or find something good and appreciate it. His poetry touched me. It is something that I can relate to and is in within my sphere of life. I urge anyone who can watch his performances or get mor e of his work (hope you hook me up) to do so. Down below is a link to one of his performances entitled,"Spelling Father." He was able to say everything and more Id like to and made me appreciate things more.


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JjH0jmAiU7k
Jah Bless

The Dark Light (Written by Lolande Lema)

Im shattered
Battered
Trapped in a maze
Amazed on how am flat-splattered
Crazed in a daze
Purple haze of regret
Flows as it grows
In my system
I made a bet but the spreading never slows
Spider legs crawling in me
Forcing a deep black shadow
Am sunk
Stuck
Without luck
Like nasty fingers on a quick buck
Call Chuck
Cause my thermometer just broke but my fever is getting hotter
Am drowning although my head clearly out the water
I still will and feel that
I have to
Act to
Change my ways
And for that
I now ask you
How COULD you change?
And WOULD you rearrange the masterplan
Cause you know you can
So you SHOULD
Age the maturity and purity of the soul
To satisfy the mind on the WHOLE

Who are you?

Who are you to tell me I am not up to par and unworthy
Who are you to tell me that my race or skin tone makes me inferior?
Who are you to say that I will amount to nothing and I am of no value
Who are you to put shackles on my neck and ankles?
Who are you to keep my body strong and yet break my mind?
Put me in a mental prison, chain me to the wall and make me immobile
Making me a slave within myself
Who are you to say I am ugly when beauty radiates from every core of my being
When my mind paints colors even on the bleakest of canvases and my words bring warmth to the coldest of hearts
Who are you to tell me?
What I may do or not do what I should look or be like
Who I may or not be with
What class of people I should hang out with
Who are you to tell me I am a burden and of no consequence
That I shouldn’t have been born when my life is priceless and a blessing
Who are you to tell me my child is a punishment of my actions while they are a gift
Who are you to point a finger at me?
Do you not know that 3 point right back at you
Who are you to lay your hands on me
Using the power of your might to confine me
Leave all the scars on my skin that you want
Here I will even turn the other cheek
I will give you the bats to even break my bones
But you will not leave a single mark on my heart
Who are you to judge others and condemn them
Because his with him and shes with her
And he used to be her and she used to be him
Or she likes him and her and he likes her and him
And they are happy as is? 
Who are you to spew poison from your mouth
Twist and turn words into venom
Sadness
Envy
Greed
Loathing
Contempt
Vengeance
All the decrepit things encompassed into one
Controlling you like a blind fool
Project them towards me
Cast them from yourself and throw them at me all you want
It will not bring me down
For I can sit here and speak these words
Blocking your negative aura
Feeling no hate or sadness
Not even anger
But rather I feel sorrow
You are alone
So I walk away with a throbbing heart in my chest
With head held up high
So next time before you speak your words
Flex your might
When you set out to hurt and destroy
When you want to feel superior by bringing those around you down
Look into the mirror and ask this
Who are you?

She

She is special and unique
She is intelligent and slick
She is the kind that is rare
Not the type that blossoms anywhere
Like the only flower
That still stands after a forest fire
Magnificent with a radiating power
She is all you'll think of every minute of the hour
Gazing into her eyes will capture you more than a meteor shower
She would never hurt you in the fear of seeing your eyes wet
With a style and finesse that could make any guy sweat
Her lips look as if they are burning red hot
One kiss could make your blood stop
A love as such should be a crime
I pray she'll always be mine
Till the end of the hands of time

Jah Bless

What is to dream if your with me? (Written by Lolande Lema)

What is to dream if you are with me?
Turning my darkness into light
As we share a pillow at night
Knowing that truly
We are free as spiritual melodies
Honestly its not about him
You
Her or me
As we sail on sunrising oceans
And float on sunsetting clouds
Laying beneath the moonlight
Smelling the essence of emotions
I praise the way you erase my stress
When its a mess you smile and I feel I am blessed
You are a bend less motion
A potion
My endless hour
My power
My red light to mark my caution
The rare scent of a million flowers
My jewel
My hightest peak as I dream of success
My downfall
My all
And thats why it hurts in my chest

Thought I should mention

Rummaging through my old things I ended up finding things Id written way back when.Most if not all have no titles.So Im going to literally title them NO TITLE.That will be my new writing series.My old works when I was still naivety and innocent

A very good read

I came acrooss this yesterday on facebook I wrote about how things in this world are relative.Anyways its a very good read.
Professor : You are a Christian, aren’t you, son ?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, you believe in GOD ?
Student : Absolutely, sir.
Professor : Is GOD good ?
Student : Sure.
Professor: Is GOD all powerful?
Student : Yes.
Professor: My brother died of cancer even though
he prayed to GOD to heal him. Most of us would
attempt to help others who are ill. But GOD didn’t.
How is this GOD good then? Hmm?
(Student was silent.)
Professor: You can’t answer, can you ? Let’s start
again, young fella. Is GOD good?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Is satan good ?
Student : No.
Professor: Where does satan come from ?
Student : From … GOD …
Professor: That’s right. Tell me son, is there evil in
this world?
Student : Yes.
Professor: Evil is everywhere, isn’t it ? And GOD did
make everything. Correct?
Student : Yes.
Professor: So who created evil ?
(Student did not answer.)
Professor: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred?
Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the
world, don’t they?
Student : Yes, sir.
Professor: So, who created them ?
(Student had no answer.)
Professor: Science says you have 5 Senses you use
to identify and observe the world around you. Tell
me, son, have you ever seen GOD?
Student : No, sir.
Professor: Tell us if you have ever heard your GOD?
Student : No , sir. Professor: Have you ever felt your GOD, tasted your
GOD, smelt your GOD? Have you ever had any
sensory perception of GOD for that matter? Student : No, sir. I’m afraid I haven’t. Professor: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student : Yes.
Professor : According to Empirical, Testable,
Demonstrable Protocol, Science says your GOD
doesn’t exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student : Nothing. I only have my faith. Professor: Yes, faith. And that is the problem
Science has.
Student : Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Professor: Yes.
Student : And is there such a thing as cold?
Professor: Yes.
Student : No, sir. There isn’t.
(The lecture theater became very quiet with this
turn of events.)
Student : Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more
heat, superheat, mega heat, white heat, a little heat
or no heat. But we don’t have anything called cold.
We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no
heat, but we can’t go any further after that. There
is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot
measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the
opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There was pin-drop silence in the lecture theater.)
Student : What about darkness, Professor? Is there
such a thing as darkness?
Professor: Yes. What is night if there isn’t
darkness?
Student : You’re wrong again, sir. Darkness is the
absence of something. You can have low light,
normal light, bright light, flashing light. But if you
have no light constantly, you have nothing and its
called darkness, isn’t it? In reality, darkness isn’t. If
it is, well you would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn’t you?
Professor: So what is the point you are making,
young man ?
Student : Sir, my point is your philosophical
premise is flawed. Professor: Flawed ? Can you explain how? Student : Sir, you are working on the premise of
duality. You argue there is life and then there is
death, a good GOD and a bad GOD. You are viewing
the concept of GOD as something finite, something
we can measure. Sir, Science can’t even explain a
thought. It uses electricity and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either one.
To view death as the opposite of life is to be
ignorant of the fact that death cannot exist as a
substantive thing. Death is not the opposite of life: just the absence of
it. Now tell me, Professor, do you teach your
students that they evolved from a monkey?
Professor: If you are referring to the natural
evolutionary process, yes, of course, I do.
Student : Have you ever observed evolution with
your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shook his head with a smile,
beginning to realize where the argument was
going.)
Student : Since no one has ever observed the
process of evolution at work and cannot even
prove that this process is an on-going endeavor.
Are you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you
not a scientist but a preacher?
(The class was in uproar.)
Student : Is there anyone in the class who has ever
seen the Professor’s brain?
(The class broke out into laughter. )
Student : Is there anyone here who has ever heard
the Professor’s brain, felt it, touched or smelt it? No
one appears to have done so. So, according to the
established Rules of Empirical, Stable, Demonstrable
Protocol, Science says that you have no brain, sir.
With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir? (The room was silent. The Professor stared at the
student, his face unfathomable.)
Professor: I guess you’ll have to take them on faith,
son.
Student : That is it sir … Exactly ! The link between
man & GOD is FAITH. That is all that keeps things
alive and moving. P.S. I believe you have enjoyed the conversation. And
if so, you’ll probably want your friends / colleagues
to enjoy the same, won’t you? Forward this to increase their knowledge … or
FAITH.
By the way, that student was EINSTEIN.