A Beautiful Mind

Let me paint a picture of a frame of mind, where waterfalls flow and crystal droplets of inspiration resides. In a beautiful mind, with passionate thoughts, an ever growing society can lose their trail of thoughts.

But our knowledge, it runs free, powerfully exceeding throughout the depths of humanity. See our jigsaw pieces have now been formed to connect, a learning life of experience, an imprint that we’ll never forget.

See the adolescent child within us seeks the desires of mental growth, as a, child’s mind circulates on an incomparable magnitude of greatness, casting rainbows over blue skies, wherever they go.

Extraordinary, imaginative, powerfully challenge to create relationships between the none real, and the real. Without fear they take heed of their thoughts, transforming them into little joys of success.

So, picture-est an intellect of purity, striving towards perfection, as their sponge like inhabitant reaches its stimulated peak.

Wisdom, Vision, the whitish mass of soft matter instinct, also best known as our brains. Its sassiness can make the strongest of beings go weak at the knees, for there’s no doubt that an intelligential mind, is indeed, an attractive mind of beauty.

See, although our minds are like parachutes, they only function well once open.

Although we can be blinded and corrupted by the things that we see, it’s down to us to balance up the good and the bad properties.

Although knowledge comes free, we must continue to feed our minds consistently.

For there’s no limits to which our minds can reach, as with nurture, endless streams will be able to flow free.

By Caroline Gbolade Poetic Soul 2012

Black History Month 2012: My BHM Video

Hi Poetic bloggers,

 

I know I’ve been away for a while but I’m now back and in full affect. Been busy soul searching in regards to my writing and gathering new ideas.

 

For Black History Month, I have recorded and shot a video which will be aired on Sky 218 regularly.

I'm very excited about it, and I hope you enjoy.

 
'To be blessed, to be Soul-stress'

Joshua Bennett

Many of you must have heard of this out standing poet Joshua Bennett. He has graced his poetical, lyrical flow to the likes of Barack Obama and many more.

His poem, 10 Things I want To Say To Black Woman, is deep and inspirational.

This footage is of Joshua Bennet performing what he dose best at the White House.

Poetry Video for thought

This Poetry Video is simply GREAT!! It's the type of poetry that gets you thinking in depths about life and its intense surroundance of Religion.

This is a must watch.....just click play and enjoy!!

I love this poem, I think she said's it all!! Lool

          I aint your N.I.G.G.E.R!!

                                                  

We are the people formally known as niggers. We are our fathers, mothers, brothers and sisters.  We are the definition of this exploited word which binds us together, through a conspiracy, to weaken our minds. Yes! We are our children’s futures and life style but, yet we appear to be lost in an offence, now endured by our own hand and I’m asking you, to help me to understand.        

You see, I aint and never will be your nigger and I don’t plan to be one today, because my, roots are too strong for that, my, eyes have already cried over that, my, heart  has already bleed over that and kaleidoscopeof dreams are far, far, far too big for that.

Adding insult to injury we as black people we need to learn our history, modern day’s slaves we are but, were the ones who actually take it too far.

You see, we’ve been called nigger for so long, it’s now become our theme song. Second nature, meet and greet. Do you think this is the only way that we can get respect on the streets?

Shocking! Or so it my seems, that were holding on to a statement, and yet we wish to develop and move forward with our dreams. Well, it appears to me that were defeating the purpose of our ancestor’s quest, because every time I hear that line it burns a whole through my chest. Over sighted by the unsighted by the commercial affects, with rappers, comedians and the things they eject. Verbally oppressed and raped from our progress. Never Ignorant Getting Goals Accomplished is that of what Tupac suggests.

Take two steps forward, instead of ten steps back, positive thinking to feed our minds which will engage in a better day for you, and yes I. You see, we are the people formerly known as niggers, we may have had to worked a little bit harder, but at least we can say our efforts have not gone unheeded.

Lets terminate this cycle and not be a victim of our own circumtance. Let the greatness of our race materialize and be publicized for the good things we say instead of the bad. Let this poem ignite the fire in your belly, to the roar in you’re voice and lets not be institutionalized by our own prison walls or cell gates because ……

She aint no N.I.G.G.E.R

He aint no N.I.G.G.E.R 

We aint no N.I.G.G.E.R

I aint no N.I.G.G.E.R

Therefore we are the people formally known as niggers!!

  By Caroline (Poetic Soul) Gbolade ©Copyright

                                You

A chorus of words, will never amplify or define the type of man who stands right before my eyes.  A man so amazing, that even the force of gravity, couldn’t hold me down.

A brotha whose intent is so genuine and real, he makes the very world around me holt to a still. Like the cords to my heart he plays a melody so sweet, searing my soul in the juices of his physique.

You see, there aren’t enough adjectives or nouns to this describe the way he makes me weak inside. So I’ll sum it up, as best I can, and let you know, that ……

                  “You’re the, rhythm to my soul,              

The, poetry to my feet.  

The, music to my stride

The, chemistry when we meet.

And you and I combined together,

It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”

Orgasmic flutters overpower my limp curvaious body, as you’ve succeeded to satisfy my womanly desires, for you, I only wish to aspire. You see verse after verse you just keep getting better and better, spoiling me, with your beautiful resonance.

See, the love that we share is a reflection, a reflection of the blessings above, manifesting its light to which no one can touch. You’ve now taken custody of my heart, and I can see no reasoning, negotiating methods I have taken no heed in.  See I want you to be my first, my last, my ending and beginning. As I dedicate this declaration of affection, just to let you know, that ……

                “You’re the, rhythm to my soul,              

The, poetry to my feet.

The, music to my stride

The, chemistry when we meet.

And you and I combined together,

It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”

You’re my Nubian King, I’m your Nubian Queen. My, tall dark hansom black man who, walks like an Egyptian. My, every lasting gob, stopper. Your, flavors excites the balls of the buds on my tongue. My, dialect becomes a manner of confusion, a concern, to which makes my inner thighs inside pulsate and jive. I’m, fixated on your personal high, you, make the bad girl inside me escape and arise. Your, all the things a woman should want and need, I’m, so overwhelmed, you have me buckling at my knees………because….

           “You’re the, rhythm to my soul,              

The, poetry to my feet.

The, music to my stride

The, chemistry when we meet.

And you and I combined together,

It feels like harmony, when we reach our peak.”

By Poetic (Carloine Gbolade) Soul ©Copyright