Thank Thank Thank
to what you giving
Thank Thank Thank
to the song for the rhythm
Let me dance to my decisions
In a trance of a good mission
You be safe and seal yourself
in a state of forgiveness
Sign and deliver it with a kiss
watch Love turn into bliss
Don't miss out on your blessings
Catch them like baseballs & home runs
Don't stop, keep moving, and run
Faster than the 100 yard dash to your dreams
Don't give up, for theirs honor in acting out
on gifts that lift up your talents
and your riches discover your niches
Pull up your britches
Close wounds like stitches
heal yourself from the pain
Aloe Vera your intuition and brain
Understand there's lessons in everything
Grow and let heaven ring
blast those trumpets, harps, bass in things
As angelic choirs sings
in high octaves & staccatos
in Ballagio like Ballrooms
with Golden Pillars
Ballerinas & African Dancers
in all white garb
Thank God for these visions of heaven
Now rob me of my essence seven
so you can find peace in yours
No hard feelings
its a new begging
contribute to the healing
and witness peace on earth unfold
(Happy Thanksgiving)
copyright Dante G. Giray aka Divine
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
relationship status gone.
Drunk monkeys dancing in the night could not once define how much fun I had that night when we drank our teas and beach orgasms with dark presidential heneessy and the magnetisms of our movements on each other I could never hinder. Never knew. That moment dark in a club full of legs and mini skirts that I would first get to taste your lips that made me quiver the first day I laid eyes on them. Somehow I knew I had some form of intuition to your heart. Made me still have hope in love, but when you told me I love you, It scared me away. Making me come to grips with how dangerous love is. How terrifying hearts can give. An action that doesn't receive but runs in the wilderness into an abyss of dark shadows and depressed mornings. Please accept my apology as we may never speak again.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
better.
I'm not perfect
& I don't want to let that fact steer me away from driving towards perfection.
God tends to gift those good feelings,
Feelings of worthiness,
Like I'm forever blessed.
So who do you think gifts me the feelings when I feel a mess?
His name doesn't even deserve to be in this poem,
so ill let you guess.
His notions disturbs me
Cause he can take me away from heavenly states and show me an ugly reality I live in waking me up to situations I don't want to be in.
Blinded by his persuasions,
As I fall victim in his deceptions,
Calling on the Lord to get me out!
Sometimes I fear the most high is fading away,
Like an analogy of volume descending.
I know people who don't believe,
and they love to tell me its all in my head.
Maybe it is, Maybe it isn't,
I know I run this right here.
Persistence in personal missions will get me there.
To goals that have never been seen,
Maybe one day I will see my dreams,
Take pictures of them and post them to my facebook page. For it is my ambition I can never let fade away. So Ill constantly call and pray for better days.
As my only challenge will be to take the action to achieve...
(Better will always be a magnificent destination)
& I don't want to let that fact steer me away from driving towards perfection.
God tends to gift those good feelings,
Feelings of worthiness,
Like I'm forever blessed.
So who do you think gifts me the feelings when I feel a mess?
His name doesn't even deserve to be in this poem,
so ill let you guess.
His notions disturbs me
Cause he can take me away from heavenly states and show me an ugly reality I live in waking me up to situations I don't want to be in.
Blinded by his persuasions,
As I fall victim in his deceptions,
Calling on the Lord to get me out!
Sometimes I fear the most high is fading away,
Like an analogy of volume descending.
I know people who don't believe,
and they love to tell me its all in my head.
Maybe it is, Maybe it isn't,
I know I run this right here.
Persistence in personal missions will get me there.
To goals that have never been seen,
Maybe one day I will see my dreams,
Take pictures of them and post them to my facebook page. For it is my ambition I can never let fade away. So Ill constantly call and pray for better days.
As my only challenge will be to take the action to achieve...
(Better will always be a magnificent destination)
rehersals. (an earthshake poem)
August 23, 2011
1:53 pm
@ New Amsterdam Library
In the Financial District, Manhattan.
I sat on the plush leather chair
Comfortable, trying not to fall asleep.
5:00pm was the time I could be in the shelter
and I wanted to get back in Brooklyn by then
for it was hard to sleep the prior night
Due to the new room mate that moved in
my dorm, number 7 as
Alcoholic demons were speaking to him
All night, keeping me up.
& I could only ponder on bashing his head in.
So here I am, tired
@ the library like a glutton
Full off of Shrimp Quesedias, Tacos, and Guacamole and chips,
as this book sanctuary stays equipt with clean restrooms so I could shit.
Also electrical outlets so I could charge my phone and play the Angry Birds later
watching the Jersey Shore clan smush Italy on my ipod touch.
Suddenly I get minor flashbacks of California
I feel a subway train below my feet.
But the A train is a bock away. Odd.
I look around and see all of the books shaking.
Minor like.
Nothing Major.
But I know from being from the westcoast
that eastcost don't know nothing bout no earthquakes and I don't even know if this building could withstand one???
I'm outta here.
Who knows?
There may be some alien invasion going on outside.
Or let alone another terrorist attack.
Out in the sunshine and clouds people spill out the building.
Shocked. Questioning.
Calling Loved Ones to no avail.
Trying to check emails to find out what is the deal.
Hundreds turn into an evacuation of thousands overcrowding the streets.
I keep walking.
Witnessing everyone in calm wtf moments.
Listening to the people tell there stories,
As I walked past about 20 people that said they left there phone in the office.
One man with his good service verizon phone catches an internet feed that states VA just got hit with a 5.8 Earthquake which was felt all throughout the east coast.
Crazy I thought.
NYC Earth shakes & aftershocks.
I'm actually shocked
I decide to hail my feet across the brooklyn bridge trying to call all my loved ones:
Moms, My Brother, and Friend.
As I got a taste of what it could be if it all were to end.
(Cherish the day)
1:53 pm
@ New Amsterdam Library
In the Financial District, Manhattan.
I sat on the plush leather chair
Comfortable, trying not to fall asleep.
5:00pm was the time I could be in the shelter
and I wanted to get back in Brooklyn by then
for it was hard to sleep the prior night
Due to the new room mate that moved in
my dorm, number 7 as
Alcoholic demons were speaking to him
All night, keeping me up.
& I could only ponder on bashing his head in.
So here I am, tired
@ the library like a glutton
Full off of Shrimp Quesedias, Tacos, and Guacamole and chips,
as this book sanctuary stays equipt with clean restrooms so I could shit.
Also electrical outlets so I could charge my phone and play the Angry Birds later
watching the Jersey Shore clan smush Italy on my ipod touch.
Suddenly I get minor flashbacks of California
I feel a subway train below my feet.
But the A train is a bock away. Odd.
I look around and see all of the books shaking.
Minor like.
Nothing Major.
But I know from being from the westcoast
that eastcost don't know nothing bout no earthquakes and I don't even know if this building could withstand one???
I'm outta here.
Who knows?
There may be some alien invasion going on outside.
Or let alone another terrorist attack.
Out in the sunshine and clouds people spill out the building.
Shocked. Questioning.
Calling Loved Ones to no avail.
Trying to check emails to find out what is the deal.
Hundreds turn into an evacuation of thousands overcrowding the streets.
I keep walking.
Witnessing everyone in calm wtf moments.
Listening to the people tell there stories,
As I walked past about 20 people that said they left there phone in the office.
One man with his good service verizon phone catches an internet feed that states VA just got hit with a 5.8 Earthquake which was felt all throughout the east coast.
Crazy I thought.
NYC Earth shakes & aftershocks.
I'm actually shocked
I decide to hail my feet across the brooklyn bridge trying to call all my loved ones:
Moms, My Brother, and Friend.
As I got a taste of what it could be if it all were to end.
(Cherish the day)
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
ten golden rules.
I am a student of life, passing through trying to figure things out just like the next man or woman. I'm not perfect but I do seek for an integrity to help me be a better person everyday. I have my flaws as we all do, but that is something that I must deal with, struggle with, and try to grow away from. Lately I have been really into this book of Greek Wisdom called "The Ten Golden Rules" Ancient Wisdom from the Greek Philosophers on living the Good Life by M.A. Soupious and Panos Mourdoukoutas, It has gave me some cool insight that I would like to share with you.
Rule One: "Examine Life"
-Approach Life with a Childlike Wonder.
-Engage Life with a vengeance without preconception.
-When the mind is engaged, the soul is most alive.
-Always search for new things, new pleasures.
Rule Two: "Worry Only About the Things You Control"
-For every problem you face, ask a simple question. Such as, 'Is this problem in my Control?'
-If not, I forget all about it. On to the next problem.
-If yes, what can I do about it?
-What are my options?/ What is the required energy?
Rule Three: "Treasure Friendship"
-Friendship is a reciprocal attachment that fills the need for affiliation.
-Wealth and Power are not the basis of friendships.
-Friendship shouldn't be confused with friendly acquaintances or "utility relationships."
-Without friendship life lacks energy and meaning.
Rule Four: "Experience True Pleasure"
-Don't gratify shallow, transient, and unnatural pleasures and desires.
-Seek stable, calming pleasures that contribute to peace of mind.
-Keep your life simple.
-Seek ataraxia, the mental equilibrium that keeps you mentally and emotionally calm.
Rule Five: "Master Yourself"
-Resist any external force that might distort your thoughts and actions.
-Be ruthlessly honest with yourself; always critically assess your motives.
-Don't blame others for your shortcomings.
-The highest liberty is an understanding of self devoid of illusion.
Rule Six: "Avoid Excess"
-Seek Harmony, balance, and proportion
-Preserve the mean. Avoid Extremes.
-Disproportion is the thief of real happiness
-In some circumstances, less is actually more.
Rule Seven: "Be a Responsible Human Being"
-The "Grand" Dishonesty- The Self Deceiving Lie- is lethal to human happiness. It distorts and cripples every opportunity, every relationship, and every prospect for a meaningful life.
-Reproach yourself honestly and thoroughly for wrongdoing; maintain a proper spiritual hygiene; stop the blame-shifting for your errors and shortcomings.
-Be prepared to candidly confess responsibility and not assign to others a blame best assigned to yourself, and be willing to accept consequences.
Rule Eight: "Don't Be a Prosperous Fool"
-Wealth per se is no guarantee for happiness and wisdom.
-Wealth offers no immunity against error and stupidity.
-Prosperity must be ruled by wisdom.
-No amount of money, power, or privilege can deliver us from the shortcomings of a fool's existence.
Rule Nine: "Don't Do Evil to Others"
-Don't Stain your soul with evil.
-Evildoing is a dangerous habit; it harms both the victim and the victimizer.
-Victimizers become bitter, grudging, joyless, and neurotic persons
-Concentrate your efforts on constructive activities that yield tranquility and happiness.
Rule Ten: "Kindness Torward Others Tends to be Rewarded"
-Be generous to others.
-Generosity creates real oppertunities for lowering the walls that isolate and divide us.
-Kindness bestows a profound sense of satisfaction.
-Beneficence tends to return to those who do good deeds.
Here are just some meditations from the book, Not all, but a few that I just want to share with you from the book, Enjoy them, Examine Them, Check out the Book. & Always Strive for the Better you. God Bless.
Rule One: "Examine Life"
-Approach Life with a Childlike Wonder.
-Engage Life with a vengeance without preconception.
-When the mind is engaged, the soul is most alive.
-Always search for new things, new pleasures.
Rule Two: "Worry Only About the Things You Control"
-For every problem you face, ask a simple question. Such as, 'Is this problem in my Control?'
-If not, I forget all about it. On to the next problem.
-If yes, what can I do about it?
-What are my options?/ What is the required energy?
Rule Three: "Treasure Friendship"
-Friendship is a reciprocal attachment that fills the need for affiliation.
-Wealth and Power are not the basis of friendships.
-Friendship shouldn't be confused with friendly acquaintances or "utility relationships."
-Without friendship life lacks energy and meaning.
Rule Four: "Experience True Pleasure"
-Don't gratify shallow, transient, and unnatural pleasures and desires.
-Seek stable, calming pleasures that contribute to peace of mind.
-Keep your life simple.
-Seek ataraxia, the mental equilibrium that keeps you mentally and emotionally calm.
Rule Five: "Master Yourself"
-Resist any external force that might distort your thoughts and actions.
-Be ruthlessly honest with yourself; always critically assess your motives.
-Don't blame others for your shortcomings.
-The highest liberty is an understanding of self devoid of illusion.
Rule Six: "Avoid Excess"
-Seek Harmony, balance, and proportion
-Preserve the mean. Avoid Extremes.
-Disproportion is the thief of real happiness
-In some circumstances, less is actually more.
Rule Seven: "Be a Responsible Human Being"
-The "Grand" Dishonesty- The Self Deceiving Lie- is lethal to human happiness. It distorts and cripples every opportunity, every relationship, and every prospect for a meaningful life.
-Reproach yourself honestly and thoroughly for wrongdoing; maintain a proper spiritual hygiene; stop the blame-shifting for your errors and shortcomings.
-Be prepared to candidly confess responsibility and not assign to others a blame best assigned to yourself, and be willing to accept consequences.
Rule Eight: "Don't Be a Prosperous Fool"
-Wealth per se is no guarantee for happiness and wisdom.
-Wealth offers no immunity against error and stupidity.
-Prosperity must be ruled by wisdom.
-No amount of money, power, or privilege can deliver us from the shortcomings of a fool's existence.
Rule Nine: "Don't Do Evil to Others"
-Don't Stain your soul with evil.
-Evildoing is a dangerous habit; it harms both the victim and the victimizer.
-Victimizers become bitter, grudging, joyless, and neurotic persons
-Concentrate your efforts on constructive activities that yield tranquility and happiness.
Rule Ten: "Kindness Torward Others Tends to be Rewarded"
-Be generous to others.
-Generosity creates real oppertunities for lowering the walls that isolate and divide us.
-Kindness bestows a profound sense of satisfaction.
-Beneficence tends to return to those who do good deeds.
Here are just some meditations from the book, Not all, but a few that I just want to share with you from the book, Enjoy them, Examine Them, Check out the Book. & Always Strive for the Better you. God Bless.
Thursday, June 16, 2011
absent fathers: by a grown up son.
Today I was reading this book on Greek Philosophy called "The 10 Golden Rules" by M.A. Soupios & Panos Mordoukoutas and I was checking out the chapter on the Second Law that states: Worry only about the things that you control. With the notion that fathers day is this Sunday. Ripping me up in my head while reading this chapter was all the anger I have for my biological father whom I don't care too much for, as a friend nor a father figure. With my anger I quoted to myself that I needed to extract all of my pain that I was feeling at that moment, flip it & channel it on paper. So I wrote this poem as if I were able to talk to him.
& This piece is called,
Absent Fathers: By a Grown Up Son
By: Divine Giray
A Grudge
is something I cannot give you
I don't like grudges
I don't like pain
I hate hurt
& that whole 'Pain is Love' quote
is quite a skewed.
Revenge is a cowardly trait
That teaches consequences to children
As that is what they do.
Deep in my heart
I have a lot of Love for you.
Because without your seed,
I could not be.
So I Thank You,
& honor you for giving me life to breathe.
I understand Love, The Moments, Intercourse, & Separations
Marriage/ Divorce & Unfortunate Situations
Although I may not agree with you
I know that,
I cannot control your actions
& neither you can mine
For we are human, imperfectly
& that's what makes us fine.
I will not wallow in Self-Torment
Over the past I cannot Control
I must move forward in my Life
In order for me to grow Old
All I can do is wish you the Best.
& ask for you to wish that back into my life
So I can destroy my ill feelings
& get over from all this strife
(Worry only about the things you can control in life, and make them better.)
Hopefully this piece will touch others whom also have absent fathers in there lives.
& This piece is called,
Absent Fathers: By a Grown Up Son
By: Divine Giray
A Grudge
is something I cannot give you
I don't like grudges
I don't like pain
I hate hurt
& that whole 'Pain is Love' quote
is quite a skewed.
Revenge is a cowardly trait
That teaches consequences to children
As that is what they do.
Deep in my heart
I have a lot of Love for you.
Because without your seed,
I could not be.
So I Thank You,
& honor you for giving me life to breathe.
I understand Love, The Moments, Intercourse, & Separations
Marriage/ Divorce & Unfortunate Situations
Although I may not agree with you
I know that,
I cannot control your actions
& neither you can mine
For we are human, imperfectly
& that's what makes us fine.
I will not wallow in Self-Torment
Over the past I cannot Control
I must move forward in my Life
In order for me to grow Old
All I can do is wish you the Best.
& ask for you to wish that back into my life
So I can destroy my ill feelings
& get over from all this strife
(Worry only about the things you can control in life, and make them better.)
Hopefully this piece will touch others whom also have absent fathers in there lives.
Friday, June 3, 2011
vacations zones.
The cool thing about being a Subway Poet is that I can go on a Vacation when ever I want. But of course like any company I must acquire my time from saving my money. I think it is very imperative that we take time to enjoy life out of work to feel the breeze, smell the roses, enjoy the life that you are working for. Isn't that the reason why we work? I understand how some people fall in love with there work and then become it. Which is fine for, 'to each his own' but I have been there and done that & I have missed some very important times with loved ones from picking work over special moments, for example on my Mothers 60th Birthday I worked instead of planning to go to California to spend time with my family, here I was in a Greenwich Village Starbucks moping floors while my brother called me on my break telling me about the celebration. That really ate me up.
Now that I'm free from corporations and am actually on my journey of being a great poet (The reason why I moved to NYC). I have to set my own schedule. I really love getting on the train and sharing my poetry with the public, Sometimes I don't even take days off. So the past two weeks I decided to take a Vacation. & I had a really good time enjoying the City. My Mom and Auntie came out last friday from out of town and we all stayed at the Westin in Times Square. We went to experience Dance Africa in Brooklyn, I had the opportunity to take them to my Church in Harlem (First Corinthians Baptist Church on 116th & Adam Clayton Powell Blvd. if you are interested in attending they have 8 and 10:45am services) We saw some plays "By the way, Meet Vera Stark"; "The Motherfucker with a Hat"; "The Book of Morman" and they saw "Sister Act" without me :( We went to Coney Island, Rode the Wonder Wheel, The Soaring Eagle, Walked the Boardwalk, We just had a blast. I only get to see my family like once a year so we really concentrated our time together and had a real good time. For me it was more like a Staycation but in the future as I get more successful with my poetry I plan on taking more real Vacations. For they baptize our minds and give us our euphoria's of existing, well at least for me.
I want to leave you with this poem I wrote in the Bronx this one is called,
Vacation Zones
By: Divine Giray
Take me to a place
where the sun shines in winter
& is mellow in summer
but can toast my melanin
to a golden brown dinner
that entices companionship to quiver
like I was a chicken tender
soaking in the heat
as I bake in the waters
that is transparent in its clarity
seeking in the sky
electric blue oceans
granting Hawaiian like waves
let me swim in fuji rivers,
high in alkaline
shower me of these waterfalls of mine
meet my soul
bathing and relaxing
chilling in my healing
from all the stress and chaos
that my boss likes to share with me
at this hell hole I call work in the city....
GET ME AWAY!
Let me actually enjoy my living
instead of earning it
Give me 80 hours of free time for me,
to sip tropical colada's in Pineapple or Coconut Shells
Let me dwell in good company
evoking truthful conversations
give me a better understanding
in definitions of white sand beaches, killer whales, & flounder fishes.
Can I sing songs with the locals,
discovering new languages,
without Rosetta Stones?
Let me inherit the cultures where I choose to go.
Place a Patois accent on my flow
turn my sunshine into Indigo
Moonlight
So I can connect the constellations in the clear skies
Open my eyes to be alive
I want the feeling that wants to never go back home
Never mind the twilight,
take me to the Vacation Zone.
(Everybody needs a vacation in life, make sure you take some time to enjoy yours,Your life that is.)
Now that I'm free from corporations and am actually on my journey of being a great poet (The reason why I moved to NYC). I have to set my own schedule. I really love getting on the train and sharing my poetry with the public, Sometimes I don't even take days off. So the past two weeks I decided to take a Vacation. & I had a really good time enjoying the City. My Mom and Auntie came out last friday from out of town and we all stayed at the Westin in Times Square. We went to experience Dance Africa in Brooklyn, I had the opportunity to take them to my Church in Harlem (First Corinthians Baptist Church on 116th & Adam Clayton Powell Blvd. if you are interested in attending they have 8 and 10:45am services) We saw some plays "By the way, Meet Vera Stark"; "The Motherfucker with a Hat"; "The Book of Morman" and they saw "Sister Act" without me :( We went to Coney Island, Rode the Wonder Wheel, The Soaring Eagle, Walked the Boardwalk, We just had a blast. I only get to see my family like once a year so we really concentrated our time together and had a real good time. For me it was more like a Staycation but in the future as I get more successful with my poetry I plan on taking more real Vacations. For they baptize our minds and give us our euphoria's of existing, well at least for me.
I want to leave you with this poem I wrote in the Bronx this one is called,
Vacation Zones
By: Divine Giray
Take me to a place
where the sun shines in winter
& is mellow in summer
but can toast my melanin
to a golden brown dinner
that entices companionship to quiver
like I was a chicken tender
soaking in the heat
as I bake in the waters
that is transparent in its clarity
seeking in the sky
electric blue oceans
granting Hawaiian like waves
let me swim in fuji rivers,
high in alkaline
shower me of these waterfalls of mine
meet my soul
bathing and relaxing
chilling in my healing
from all the stress and chaos
that my boss likes to share with me
at this hell hole I call work in the city....
GET ME AWAY!
Let me actually enjoy my living
instead of earning it
Give me 80 hours of free time for me,
to sip tropical colada's in Pineapple or Coconut Shells
Let me dwell in good company
evoking truthful conversations
give me a better understanding
in definitions of white sand beaches, killer whales, & flounder fishes.
Can I sing songs with the locals,
discovering new languages,
without Rosetta Stones?
Let me inherit the cultures where I choose to go.
Place a Patois accent on my flow
turn my sunshine into Indigo
Moonlight
So I can connect the constellations in the clear skies
Open my eyes to be alive
I want the feeling that wants to never go back home
Never mind the twilight,
take me to the Vacation Zone.
(Everybody needs a vacation in life, make sure you take some time to enjoy yours,Your life that is.)
Monday, May 23, 2011
curfews.
For those who don't know, I currently live in a Shelter in Brooklyn, As Summer approaches I miss the freedom of having my own apartment, As a homeless man I must abide by a curfew for free room and board in this city (& also a whole heap of other bullshit) So in my angst I wrote this poem to capture these feelings I have in 2011, Cant wait to look back at this poem while I'm sitting on a Lazy Boy back in my own apartment again....
Curfews
By: Divine Giray
Q: What kind of grown woman or man has a curfew?
A: A grown woman or man who desires affordable housing in New York City so they can have there peace of the pie too
or a grown woman or man that resides in DHS Department of Homeless Services City Shelters throughout the 5 borough's and they gotta be back by 10 pm depending on there program or program there in or if they case worker gave them a late pass or they just got it like that to leave and not worry bout there curfew.
We dream of our housing which has now become a needle in a haystack as we live in a city of overpriced town homes, brownstones, & renovated project houses the boogee imports financially deport us out of the ghettos gentrifying our hoods into hipster and yuppie neigborlands a sad bland pleasantville stamping out cookie cutter gap abercrombie people with a 1950s monotony with a 2020 Swag. And Ill be glad when I get out this place so I can sit back on my sealy bed in storage, welfare pays for, and Lay on my pillow top writing poetry in a 1 bedroom apartment subsidized dream in the sky!
Curfews
By: Divine Giray
Q: What kind of grown woman or man has a curfew?
A: A grown woman or man who desires affordable housing in New York City so they can have there peace of the pie too
or a grown woman or man that resides in DHS Department of Homeless Services City Shelters throughout the 5 borough's and they gotta be back by 10 pm depending on there program or program there in or if they case worker gave them a late pass or they just got it like that to leave and not worry bout there curfew.
We dream of our housing which has now become a needle in a haystack as we live in a city of overpriced town homes, brownstones, & renovated project houses the boogee imports financially deport us out of the ghettos gentrifying our hoods into hipster and yuppie neigborlands a sad bland pleasantville stamping out cookie cutter gap abercrombie people with a 1950s monotony with a 2020 Swag. And Ill be glad when I get out this place so I can sit back on my sealy bed in storage, welfare pays for, and Lay on my pillow top writing poetry in a 1 bedroom apartment subsidized dream in the sky!
Saturday, May 21, 2011
after the end.
I wrote this poem on Judgement Day, So I could say just that, Oh what a farce.
After the End
By: Divine Giray
May 21, 2011
So the Zealots have shut there mouths
And there are no more signs and pamphlets telling me how its going to end The Judgment Day that is forever coming.
When I look at movies through time I can see in black and white from techni-color to Digital Plasma and 3D showing me people throughout the decades of history telling us that The End is Near!
Its not like I have any fear, because if its my time to go, then I hope that god guides my soul in the right direction and that the good outweighs all of the bad I do in life fast tracking me light years away to the heavens in the black holes taking me to new universes and divine realms. Let me learn at the university of enlightenment where people like Jesus, Moses, Muhammad, Buddha, Malcolm, Martin, and Ghandi are all my professors teaching me awaking me to go back and free my people, or Ill become an angel and graduate to a mortal soul guiding them in a righteous direction so we can one day chill in the skies.
Descending the gifts of the Most High is my pleasure. For compassion is a virtue, like the rain in the weather, Gentle drops to wake up droughts. For the power lies deep inside overcoming all of your doubts. Your fears in such. Love will fester and Lives will be touched to live another day.
After the End
By: Divine Giray
May 21, 2011
So the Zealots have shut there mouths
And there are no more signs and pamphlets telling me how its going to end The Judgment Day that is forever coming.
When I look at movies through time I can see in black and white from techni-color to Digital Plasma and 3D showing me people throughout the decades of history telling us that The End is Near!
Its not like I have any fear, because if its my time to go, then I hope that god guides my soul in the right direction and that the good outweighs all of the bad I do in life fast tracking me light years away to the heavens in the black holes taking me to new universes and divine realms. Let me learn at the university of enlightenment where people like Jesus, Moses, Muhammad, Buddha, Malcolm, Martin, and Ghandi are all my professors teaching me awaking me to go back and free my people, or Ill become an angel and graduate to a mortal soul guiding them in a righteous direction so we can one day chill in the skies.
Descending the gifts of the Most High is my pleasure. For compassion is a virtue, like the rain in the weather, Gentle drops to wake up droughts. For the power lies deep inside overcoming all of your doubts. Your fears in such. Love will fester and Lives will be touched to live another day.
the river.
This poem was created by the Hudson River, as I was chilling, overlooking the Washington Bridge as the Sun was about to Set.
The River
By: Divine Giray
The river looks universal from the cloister mount
on the north end of this borough called Manhattan
I feel as if I am an architect that can craft
Anything beneath my fingertips
like I have some kind of control
of life
Reality speaks to me
and tells me if it wasn't meant to be
then let it go
don't hold on to the pain
let your life flow
Accept the water
and let yourself grow
Trees will form
and the pastures will flourish
in nurturing green scenery
and you will give birth
to the glory of the earth
amongst infinite re births.
And you will witness creation
and breakthroughs of ideas and dreams aglow.
You are the ruler of life.
& this is how the river makes me fell
The River
By: Divine Giray
The river looks universal from the cloister mount
on the north end of this borough called Manhattan
I feel as if I am an architect that can craft
Anything beneath my fingertips
like I have some kind of control
of life
Reality speaks to me
and tells me if it wasn't meant to be
then let it go
don't hold on to the pain
let your life flow
Accept the water
and let yourself grow
Trees will form
and the pastures will flourish
in nurturing green scenery
and you will give birth
to the glory of the earth
amongst infinite re births.
And you will witness creation
and breakthroughs of ideas and dreams aglow.
You are the ruler of life.
& this is how the river makes me fell
Monday, May 16, 2011
your majesty.
Today I worked the B, Q, A, & 2 Trains and this morning I ran into this really nice lady who was in tune with one of my poems. She wanted me to post this poem on my blog, bringing forth a revival of myself blogging. Which I have been lacking in months ahead of doing so.
(Thoughts)
Peoples 20 foot walls of ignorance amazes me on the trains at times. If people could only put there selves in my shoes to see what I have to do to just get that 1 dollar, how many eyes rolled, red faces, and giggles I got to take will probably make one think why do I do this, but little do people know these are the things that make me stronger in my craft. I'm a Subway Poet and I try and take what I do very seriously. This last Saturday I had some dude kick me in the back of my leg for accidentally stepping on his foot, Now I could have punched a hole in his face but how would I look doing that after doing a poem about being peaceful or serving this royalty well. I just ate it and moved on to the next train and continued to work my craft.
I wrote this piece called Your Majesty last Friday and I was hoping that people would respond to it well, to much avail, it gets few responses and I'm starting to think some of my people got really low self esteems because after I read this piece the look on peoples faces seem real droid like melancholy. Its wired, its like if I tell people they are a King or are a Queen then peoples reactions in my eyes are like I just called them a derogatory name or something. Some people can catch what I am trying to do. But as the four agreements says, "Don't take nothing Personal", So I don't. For I'm on a mission, and ill let nothing stop my flow. But just a reminder to those who read this... Don't forget your Royalty. Here's the poem.
Your Majesty
By: Divine Giray
So you have done all you can,
Marched every rally in the world,
Fought for Change on every level,
& it seems like things stay the same.
Don't detract your brain Into going insane,
Drinking there Kool-Aid that hijacks your Revolutionary Spirit,
Keep making change or things will forever stay the same
or perhaps get worse!
As we fall in a monotonous line
Like Cookie Cutter droids
With no unique character
Or uplifting Vibes
Hungry for the greed
Living for the need
We need to understand that,
"We do not have to be Cursed!"
Nor have to take & ingest what they feed
Nor be the victims of our Circumstances
Do the dances
That motivate one to discover
there excellence in there extravagance.
Glorify life in all of its existence,
Stay on a Pathway of Persistence,
Never giving up the Journey to let the world Glow.
Let nothing stop your flow.
Make like a tree & grow.
Don't debase yourself from urning to know,
For they the oppressors want you to Go Dumb.
Living in the dark,
Never seeing the sun
Not using your mind to the best of its abilities,
Hiding your dreams in text book literacy's,
That you may never take seriously.
So Prove them Wrong,
Keep Singing your Song,
Don't be afraid to be a scholar,
Nor fear what it takes to set the world on fire!
Kings & Queens
Let's show em how its done
& let them know about this Royalty of where we come from.
(Please serve your Royalty, your Majesty.)
Peace.
(Thoughts)
Peoples 20 foot walls of ignorance amazes me on the trains at times. If people could only put there selves in my shoes to see what I have to do to just get that 1 dollar, how many eyes rolled, red faces, and giggles I got to take will probably make one think why do I do this, but little do people know these are the things that make me stronger in my craft. I'm a Subway Poet and I try and take what I do very seriously. This last Saturday I had some dude kick me in the back of my leg for accidentally stepping on his foot, Now I could have punched a hole in his face but how would I look doing that after doing a poem about being peaceful or serving this royalty well. I just ate it and moved on to the next train and continued to work my craft.
I wrote this piece called Your Majesty last Friday and I was hoping that people would respond to it well, to much avail, it gets few responses and I'm starting to think some of my people got really low self esteems because after I read this piece the look on peoples faces seem real droid like melancholy. Its wired, its like if I tell people they are a King or are a Queen then peoples reactions in my eyes are like I just called them a derogatory name or something. Some people can catch what I am trying to do. But as the four agreements says, "Don't take nothing Personal", So I don't. For I'm on a mission, and ill let nothing stop my flow. But just a reminder to those who read this... Don't forget your Royalty. Here's the poem.
Your Majesty
By: Divine Giray
So you have done all you can,
Marched every rally in the world,
Fought for Change on every level,
& it seems like things stay the same.
Don't detract your brain Into going insane,
Drinking there Kool-Aid that hijacks your Revolutionary Spirit,
Keep making change or things will forever stay the same
or perhaps get worse!
As we fall in a monotonous line
Like Cookie Cutter droids
With no unique character
Or uplifting Vibes
Hungry for the greed
Living for the need
We need to understand that,
"We do not have to be Cursed!"
Nor have to take & ingest what they feed
Nor be the victims of our Circumstances
Do the dances
That motivate one to discover
there excellence in there extravagance.
Glorify life in all of its existence,
Stay on a Pathway of Persistence,
Never giving up the Journey to let the world Glow.
Let nothing stop your flow.
Make like a tree & grow.
Don't debase yourself from urning to know,
For they the oppressors want you to Go Dumb.
Living in the dark,
Never seeing the sun
Not using your mind to the best of its abilities,
Hiding your dreams in text book literacy's,
That you may never take seriously.
So Prove them Wrong,
Keep Singing your Song,
Don't be afraid to be a scholar,
Nor fear what it takes to set the world on fire!
Kings & Queens
Let's show em how its done
& let them know about this Royalty of where we come from.
(Please serve your Royalty, your Majesty.)
Peace.
Friday, January 28, 2011
where i'm at in this winter wonderland...
#Upper West Side
I haven't blogged in a minute, well its kind of hard to get ya Blog on when ya homeless and have curfews in Shit. But all I can say is that God is Good! Currently I am living in a Hotel Room on 83rd Street in the Upper West Side. it’s a nice set up because I got my own key, Only thing is that I am still in the Shelter System so I must be here by 10:00pm every night but its all gravy because I'm a home body and I'm good for making small places feel like home. Shiiiit I live in NYC! The Upper West Side is Cool, The Only thing that pisses me off is all these Damn White People, The Segregation in this City is kind of Wack its like when I walk down 83rd Street these Honky's know where I live, & its like even if I didn’t live here they would probably still judge that I probably live here, I can read on there faces that they don’t approve of us being in the neighborhood, But if you really think I give two fucks, I don’t. lol. I feel like a White Person in Harlem. Lol. Ive been here for about 2 weeks and my experience living here have been cool, Its way more lax than Kingsboro Star (my last Shelter I was living in in Flatbush, Brooklyn) Where I am at now, Is a annex Shelter where they send people with Jobs, so I lucked up because I’m currently looking for one. & I cant wait to get one (sike) I love doing my Subway Poetry for today I made like 80 bucks in 3 hours, but since my shit is not taxed, the shelter doesn't honor it as money so I treat my hustle like fishing, I get on the trains, make money, then throw it back out to the economy, gaining material things. & Ill never stop.
#My Life as a Subway Poet
Life is Grand when you don’t have no more Stresses. I am a living testimony of Letting Go and Letting God. For I have so much trust and faith in him that I know my life is in Good Hands. I'm Gutta and I know this, while hustling on the train today, a lady with a Janell Monae Braid Hairdo told me to always reach for Bigger Things. I told her, “Subway Poetry is where my heart is, I plan on having books and Cds and doing Shows, but my heart is actually with dealing with Ignorance and Love all in one boat.” theres something about putting yourself on stage of an audience that you have to make love you, I was reading the 48 Laws of Power and it says its not about how many Lovers you got its about your Haters, and in NYC, with the New York Mentality you are bound to get MANY haters but just being good. So I try to do my best when I'm on the trains, then when I get grunts that’s how I know I'm doing something right and when I get dollars I know I'm doing something right too, either or with my character Subway Poetry will always play out as a Win Win situation for Hate and Love all equals to Love in my eyes.
#Church
God is Good, I'm considering joining 1st Corinthians Baptist Church this Sunday for this Sunday will be my third visit. I really want to Understand the Bible better just as I want to Understand other Holy Scriptures also. As a poet I want to be able to relate to all, find the thread that can follow itself through all the beads of Religion and having the opportunity to lift them up finding connections in all Faith is a big mission of mine. SO I'm excited, also for having the opportunity to meet and bask in the essence of a congregation of Good People.
I haven't blogged in a minute, well its kind of hard to get ya Blog on when ya homeless and have curfews in Shit. But all I can say is that God is Good! Currently I am living in a Hotel Room on 83rd Street in the Upper West Side. it’s a nice set up because I got my own key, Only thing is that I am still in the Shelter System so I must be here by 10:00pm every night but its all gravy because I'm a home body and I'm good for making small places feel like home. Shiiiit I live in NYC! The Upper West Side is Cool, The Only thing that pisses me off is all these Damn White People, The Segregation in this City is kind of Wack its like when I walk down 83rd Street these Honky's know where I live, & its like even if I didn’t live here they would probably still judge that I probably live here, I can read on there faces that they don’t approve of us being in the neighborhood, But if you really think I give two fucks, I don’t. lol. I feel like a White Person in Harlem. Lol. Ive been here for about 2 weeks and my experience living here have been cool, Its way more lax than Kingsboro Star (my last Shelter I was living in in Flatbush, Brooklyn) Where I am at now, Is a annex Shelter where they send people with Jobs, so I lucked up because I’m currently looking for one. & I cant wait to get one (sike) I love doing my Subway Poetry for today I made like 80 bucks in 3 hours, but since my shit is not taxed, the shelter doesn't honor it as money so I treat my hustle like fishing, I get on the trains, make money, then throw it back out to the economy, gaining material things. & Ill never stop.
#My Life as a Subway Poet
Life is Grand when you don’t have no more Stresses. I am a living testimony of Letting Go and Letting God. For I have so much trust and faith in him that I know my life is in Good Hands. I'm Gutta and I know this, while hustling on the train today, a lady with a Janell Monae Braid Hairdo told me to always reach for Bigger Things. I told her, “Subway Poetry is where my heart is, I plan on having books and Cds and doing Shows, but my heart is actually with dealing with Ignorance and Love all in one boat.” theres something about putting yourself on stage of an audience that you have to make love you, I was reading the 48 Laws of Power and it says its not about how many Lovers you got its about your Haters, and in NYC, with the New York Mentality you are bound to get MANY haters but just being good. So I try to do my best when I'm on the trains, then when I get grunts that’s how I know I'm doing something right and when I get dollars I know I'm doing something right too, either or with my character Subway Poetry will always play out as a Win Win situation for Hate and Love all equals to Love in my eyes.
#Church
God is Good, I'm considering joining 1st Corinthians Baptist Church this Sunday for this Sunday will be my third visit. I really want to Understand the Bible better just as I want to Understand other Holy Scriptures also. As a poet I want to be able to relate to all, find the thread that can follow itself through all the beads of Religion and having the opportunity to lift them up finding connections in all Faith is a big mission of mine. SO I'm excited, also for having the opportunity to meet and bask in the essence of a congregation of Good People.
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