15 Tuesday Oct 2019
All the knowledge that you now have…
Remember when you knew it all?
And you were right.
Then someone came.
Enlightened you to groundbreaking new
Knowledge that you, now, judge others
For not having.
As if your whole life, you had known it
As if it is a gift from birth.
17 Tuesday Sep 2019
Tags
city, creative, destiny, dreams, hardwork, outer space, poem, poetry, stereotypes, success, urban, ville, writing
In a city full of dreams,
Sometimes
We ask ourselves, “what are we?”
How do we fit?
What purpose is there in this world?
In this city full of dreams
Filled with futures
Ideas running like streams
Until they run out…
Maybe, they say, our bright future
Was never meant to be a truth.
After all, we’re only scatterbrained youth.
All we have is ideas that run like streams
Ideas that run…until, they run out.
Until they give-in to zero action, and more failure
A statistic.
Yet,
The stars, the planets,
The sun.
Chose to rise upon our backs.
Send us to different corners of the world;
Different colors, different universes—
Showing us of more to see, more to be
Much more to become
Than the confines of our city.
Each, in our own universes,
To kindle our fire. Teach it to grow and
Teach it of the fruits the world hides within
But also
Teach it of the foes that will drive us insane;
The foes that hide within.
Teach it to break free of our mind’s boundaries
Teach our small fire:
Although there might be rain,
You can still reign.
In a world where no path is given to follow
The Stars showed us how to create our own—walk with light, in this darkness:
They took the time to know us, and help us trace this path.
Until all we had to do is trust the next step.
In this city full of dreams,
We made ourselves what we wanted to be
And saw beyond what we could be.
When the world couldn’t fit our minds,
We went out, into the universe, and found our bigger purpose.
We still speak to the youth,
Tell them our success is the truth
Trust your gut, follow your star
Walk this journey, take each scar
But make it lead to a dream—a bright future!
In this city full of dreams,
We were meant to stay asleep. Left behind.
But now, we’re becoming a dream to wake up to
A story to be told to others
Now, our ideas run…
Until they run out…side
And they run
Until they run…the world
29 Thursday Aug 2019
Tags
art, documentary, history, new York city, news, news article, ny1, NYC, performance, poem, poetry, Story, the bowery
Hey everyone!!!
Two days ago, I uploaded this post. But, today, I am finding out that the link that I had put in the post is not working!! I did not notice this until today because between work, family, personal needs and other things, I NEVER got a chance to pass by my blog since my last upload. So, it was to a great surprise, when I finally got back on today, to realize that a GREAT video about The Bowery, by NY1, (in which a poem of mine is featured) that I had posted is NOT working. Very quick shout out to mtaggartwriter for pointing this out to me because, if not, I would have NEVER noticed!!!
But finally, here is the old post along with a WORKING link, below! Thank you guys ssssoooo much for your infinite support!!
Bowery Poetry Club is one of the best things that have ever happened to me, especially as an artist. This video on The Bowery’s history is nothing short of amazing and captivating. Watch it. Additionally, I am beyond grateful that one of my poems/performances was so perfectly incorporated into it. If you would like to watch the video, click here. I won’t post the link below because I realized that when I do that, it doesn’t work. But when I embed the link into a word, as I did below and in the “click here” sentence prior, it works! Therefore, click on these words, guys!!!
Thank you all so much for your support!!!
31 Wednesday Oct 2018
Tags
city, life, noise, poem, poetry, poetrybycharlesjoseph, SirCharlesThePoet, sound, write, writer
Oh, how noise-free
Are the days of annoyance free
My hair no longer itches loudly
Like chewing sugar cane hungrily
The flies no longer have marching bands as they fly up.
Oh! Would you just shut up?!
The car engines no longer have furious discussions
As people in the city find themselves in the same situations
The trumpet is no longer capable of penetrating house walls
Like the screeching of teenagers after seeing sales in malls
The pillows are no longer broken in half like bread
And squeezed on ears like masks around your head
No more aggravating noises and ears claps shut.
Oh bless the day, when noise can just disappear.
31 Thursday May 2018
Posted in city, poetry, Uncategorized
Today, I saw the girl of my life…
The music slowly faded and felt like wings,
The artist didn’t sing;
The drums didn’t bang
I couldn’t even search for an explanation on Bing.
But the song turned into a symphony,
So possessive, so lovely.
My soul held on and flew with each note,
Giving the tune 100% of its vote.
To fly it out of the train station,
By her side, to a vacation
Her hair;
Her curly hair
Swirls like the tip of ice cream,
After escaping the machine.
Like a child seeing ice cream, controlled focus was gone.
“Moma, I want some ice cream.”
She was wearing a “skater” hat, backwards
But everything about her was forwards
The straps in her book bag
Captured my attention, and my motion lagged.
Today, I saw the girl of my life…
The song that did not know of an end, forgot its rhythmic pattern
The music notes couldn’t bat their wings
My soul was lost in some Caribbean island resort
The kids held their ice cream, carelessly, in the humidity
The ice cream forgot it has to melt.
Today, I saw the girl of my life…
That afternoon, my breath parted
While my immobile body admired her from afar
As she walked, out of my life.
19 Friday Jan 2018
I’m from the city:
Where angels don’t descend to help,
They’re in the corners getting higher.
No preaching, nor evangelism could convince
Heaven will not give them a chance and
Heaven is not rolled up in a piece of paper.
Because when in a room stories down,
Grace is lit on one end
Inhaled from the other,
As they mount five stories, no ladder
No wings,
Didn’t care that the lungs sing,
“Please, Stop!”
So I don’t advise praying.
At least, not to the ones ascending
Heaven sends help upon summons
But, your best bet is to face your own demons.
Sircharlesthepoet 