A new year, not a new years' resolution but just being resolute in all that I'm attempting to do (Insha-Allah). Welcome BP pham! It is an honor to have you as a visitor. I, for the most part, only use this site to exchange ideas and to network with those who are continually making the attempt to excel. I am a Muslim, a Father, a good mate [potentially(smile)], and a growing entrepreneur. Check out the pieces (new ones to be posted soon). Enjoy yourself. You are at home. I can also be contacted thru IM at Jaahson1@yahoo.com (so what if I have no imagination [lol]). Stay peaceful.

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JAAHSON'S

JASON BALDWIN

JAAHSON'S

UNTITLED

I take what was given to me
To give to you
Medicine in a form that's chewable
So, chew on this
My tablets I use to heal wounded mentals
Damaged by drugs that are experimental
For example,
Some music have dope beats
But are mixed with words that don't reach
Your True Nature
It don't take you up higher
It drops you down lower
To the base
Meant for Fido and Rover
See, dog is god spelled backwards
And that's how we've been turned
So, I take what I've learned
And put in spoken word form
No, it's not a new thing
But it's definitely not the norm
I hope that this turns you on
But not in the way you get
When you're at home watchin' porn
But in the way that we should be
To see the Sun rise on a new morn
Which represents an opportunity
For us to be better than we were the day before
Make apologies to those that we hurt
When we knew that we were dead wrong
Get things done we keep putting off
Waiting on tomorrow to come
But what if tomorrow gets held up?
Then you and I have been robbed of our chance
To make that time up!

See, we gamble on what's not promised
Be tellin' lies
When it's just easier to be honest
So, don't stay common with this
But get acquainted in a way
That this piece feels like a family member
Not the kind you just invite over in December
To exchange gifts with
That don't necessarily mean sh#t!
But close like Mother
Whose Love kisses and hugs ya
But never smothers
Allows you to be you
But drops knowledge like clues
For you to pick up if you choose
And with it do what you gone do
To make decisions that count
Like three pointers
When you're down by two
And then win the whole game
When your whole life all you heard was
"You gone lose!"
Yeah, I heard that too
Self-esteem got abused
So with my pen I cruise
Between lines on paper
Making
Hairpin turns that take you
To the edge of sanity
Where you can look over the cliff
And see with clarity of thinking
Which is like a vitamin deficiency
Of the ignorant
So, I try to take my vitamins often

I engage in thinking often
As an exercise like shadow-boxing
Start stickin' my problems With the straight left
Which is my prayers
Then follow it up with an overhand right
Which is my actions
Satisfaction don't come from doing nothin'
Remaining still like statues in a museum
That's "Mystery-God" Teaching
Waiting on something to come to you
But it won't
Hoping a change just happens
But it don't
Because you haven't moved!

So, I hope these medicinal words
Soothed you
I poured 'em into your wounded souls
To help heal you
If not, go back over it again
You'll find some answers
Like "Blues Clues"
For you to put it with what you already know
To do what you know you
Need to.
For this is Your World!
Seize the Day!
Make it Happen!

(c) 2006 Jaahson

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TWO SHOTS TO THE TORSO

Found dead in an abandoned building
What's revealing about this slain human being?
Not much,
Some drugs found at the crime scene.
Cash and a small caliber fire arm, routine
Body bagged the victim, no siren
Notify the family, hear the screams.

This one will dream no more
Found face down on the floor
Two shots to the torso.

Small article in newspaper
That doesn't even give a glimpse of the man
And will soon fade from everyones memory
Like a vapor.
Obituary sheds more light on life
Of this one found alone that fateful night,
But still fails to describe
Who it was that resided in this cold body
That collided with two steel projectiles.

Family and friends file into church
Hurt by the sudden turn of events.
Condolences received while clutching
Soaked handkerchiefs full of tears
Shed after the remarks and eulogy.
Procession onto cemetery where body is interred
In six feet of earth.
The circumstances of this mans death
Should not be used to measure his worth
From birth to thirty, died while dirty
But who hasn't gotten soiled
In this kind of world.

Two shots to the torso
Sounds brutal and cruel.

You can only imagine what happened
What action led to the cappin'
Which led to the passing
Of this one who was loved,
At least by some.

You should try to imagine what he felt
As body became numb
Knowing that he would soon succumb to death
Gasping for breath
Thoughts racing 24 billion miles per second
To those left behind on this side
Then back to regrets of mistakes made
As he cried, "God, I tried! Why"?!

Dreams unfulfilled as he lay there still
Making the transition to now only to exist in memory.
See, none of this you would ever know
From just reading the headline
Man found with two shots to the torso.

(c) 2001 Jaahson

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ATTRACTING POWERS

Like moth to flame
I'm drawn to you
I can't explain why you got me open
Wide as outside but you do
Like moon pulls on oceans
To produce tides
My emotions are stirred
Without you even saying a single word
The reverb from your walk
As you sway down the block is electric
I feel it
You turn me on even when you're being domestic
You're blessed with an aura
That's more blinding than the light
We get from solar
Energy
That sends out signals
That can be picked up by sonar
Which means I can find you
In a crowd that's loud
Because
You stand out
Like a diamond in the ruff
Your backside is cuffed
But you cover that during the day
And only reveal it to me
Later on that night when I come home
And you greet me wearing a
Spaghetti-strapped negligee

Mmm!
We embrace
And the act which comes after that is spectacular
Our vernacular is only understood by us
See,
It's bigger than lust when we're together
It's a must that we're together
Like the Sun affects the weather
You draw me up in a rotation
When I'm down
Sparking conversation that's profound
Or, you know, we can just lounge
And be quiet all through the night
But still, telepathically you attract me
As I look up from my book
And we
Lock
Eyes.

(c) 2002 Jaahson

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THE BOX

This cubical I was encased in
Prevented from being embraced
By my kin
From the Kingdom
That I was taken from

Left to fend for myself in the wilderness
Grew up uneducated
And hating my reflection
In the well I had to drink from

Draw on

For cultivation and refreshment
Yet,
Water from colored fountains
Always tasted funny

My perceptions
Clung to me like static cling

Wrongly formed in
Battered brains

Wounded from bangin' my head
Against my tomb repeatedly

The rattle of my chains
As I tried to move
Always reminded me
Of life unkind to me
I press rewind to see
If there was a move I made
That could possibly now be corrected

So I turn toward introspection
For answers to nagging questions
You see
Roadblocks just call for
New directions

Limitations placed on me
By outside forces
Found collusion
With inside voices of doubt
That kept me
From venturing out
To visit the other rooms
In my Fathers' mansion

My cubical walls
Are now expanding
I feel myself growing
In knowledge and wisdom

Toward Redemption

I think outside the box of
Ni99as ain t nothing
And can't do nothing

I want more than
Gold and platinum
Around my neck
I want to mine the treasures
Out of the Earth myself

Sure, I would love to be sittin` on 22's
Cruising through city streets
Hearing horns go "Beep! Beep!"
As my peeps recognize me
But I have dreams of sitting in planes
Cruising through the galaxy

I don't want to just be
A subsidiary of a larger company
And I refuse to read
"How To Form Your Own Record Label
For Dummies"
I believe that there's room
For a Black Owned and Operated
Distribution Company

Why should the few
Get all the money
And the starving artist
Go hungry?

I'm raising questions now
The walls to my cubical
Are coming down!
No more boundaries
I get into your mainframe with keys
And roam free

I use Truth like a saw
With razor sharp teeth
And cut through all the glass ceilings
Placed on top of me

There's no stopping me
The Box is history
I'm rising like cream inside of coffee
Producing powerful aromas
To be smelled by other soldiers'
Lying in repose

Yeah!

The god within that once was froze
Has been thawed out to punch a hole
In labels.

(c) 2000 Jaahson

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POETRY

The time spent seemed to Only last for a minute

But before I knew what happened
I was all in it

In the wind traveling

Like a piece of fabric I was unraveling

Got caught on the hook of something

Outstanding!

Headed for a new place that I had never been before

Thought it would only take a couple of days
But it took more

Out of me

An odyssey

And that was only the first phase
Of the entire journey

With Poetry

She was sitting right next to me

Man,Writing on those pages became a need

I guess I was like an open manuscript
Because anyone could tell that
Poetry

I would love to read

In front of an open mic
That would receive

My transmission

The trip I took turned left into
Obsession

Her, I was not trying to stress
Even though I was being stretched to the limit

Tried to keep it together
But was being pulled in many different directions
By family and other obligations

And before I knew what happened
I was at it again
with the pad and the pen

Couldn't seem to let her go
She soothed me like coco butter oil

Rubbed on my skin
And I became loyal
To her every call

Trips abroad

Began to fall
Into a love affair

Acted unfair
To my other love

Shoved her to the wayside
While Poetry and me would meet
late night

On the Internet
Where I would get
A cyberspace embrace
That left me satisfied
Until the next time we would meet

Tried to be discreet
And keep it all under wraps

But I got careless
And tripped over my own feet
And fell right into her lap

But man, the landing

(whew!)

Was soft as cotton
I got to tell you the truth

Her love seemed to have no bottom
And brought out of me something new
I didn't know was there

I became concerned
'Cause I was always flippin' through the pages of her hair

Now, that gave me
the scare of my life

'Cause she was getting closer to me
I felt than my own wife

And so I had to back off
'Cause I was trippin'

Get some perspective
'Cause I was tippin'

Since that trip
to the Nuyorican Cafe' spot

Poetry

Was all that I was thinking about

And even though I had some time apart from her to calm down

I knew that when I saw her again
She would have pull, no doubt!

Like a magnet on a piece of steel

I feel that now I got it together
And will do better
But only time will tell

Whether or not
I will trip up and flip out

On this poetical excursion of mine

With Her

The second time.

(c) 2002 JaahSon

DETROIT, MI