"Welcome Back"

Ok ok ok... so I have been out of the loop for some time now. Normally I don't like to broadcast my life online but I feel it's only right since I know a few people have been checking for my new *ish and it's hasn't been up. I have been taking summer classes and working and moving and all this at once. July was a horrible month for me as far as just NOT HAVING TIME... like I say, 24 hours is just not enough... So I had to prioritize, and unfortunately, Blogging came up short on the list of "Life Decisions" but I'm back now with my normal ranting self. I'm going to post this last poem. It got me an A in the Creative writing class I took and it also won me 50 bucks at a contest my profs. entered it in... so let me know what you think and after you can say by to the poetry, well at least for a while... However I WILL be trying to step my public reading up so check for me at your local poetry reading and hit me up if you know of any open mics... enjoy


[What We Are]

What is a poet really?
I’ll tell you so you hear me.
When you read me on the page
It’s like I'm standing on a stage!
Our words ring out like the loudest sound you never got a chance to hear
But if this was a concert everyone would be there.
When my words choose to fail me I just pick up a pen.
Let the ink flow on the page, sit, and sink in...
It’s like there's honey in my quill because the words are so sweet,

Lets get rid of the scheme and throw away these measured feet.

A poet is a profit, so don’t try to stop him
Words ordained by god and lyrically proper.
So when you see me try to be me because if that were the case
The world would be better off not this shameful disgrace;
Inflation, Taxation, increased causation, heart disease, STD’s, and throw in a little gentrification, rigged elections, bill collections always calling your phone
But where’s all that personal attention when it’s time for mortgage loans?
Politicians come in to your house every four years like clock work
And the three between we wonder why we can’t find work, health insurance, a dime or a dream.
If ideology was a crack you and me are the fiends.
Just like a drug it sells itself all the they have to do is put it up on the shelf
Hilary has Haze - Obama got marijuana, and bush has picked up the rock.
For those that don’t know it means he has crack in his palm.
We need to turn off mtv AND cnn,
You want some real news look around where you live.
There are signs everywhere,
Bright like head lights.
As a people we’ve been distracted no wonder you can’t see through the vice,
And if you don’t believe me just drive around your city.
If it’s not NY, LA, Chicago or Philly,
I’m sure you have a section where you just don’t go
People struggling so hard you just call them Po’.
They can afford the O R,
So they just get sick and die
I’ll just stop right here cause I know everyone’s confused.
Kind of like wondering how you got stuck holding the fuse.
You can’t pass it to the left or the right cause nobody wants it.
How about we all grab it together,
In the end we are all tethered.
Just close your eyes and say goodbye
This was the last poem
Ever.



~J.E. Ebanks~
©2007