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!
Monday, May 23, 2011
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.
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