I Am At Peace….

I Am At Peace….

I smile to breathe knowing death can steal my will to live. I open my eyes realizing for years of my life I was sleep. I put my hands on humans until they were family, blood surfacing from their skin, believing we were related. Now, my heart pumps true Love only keeping those close that don’t use my rage to measure my commitment. I walk the streets, a basketball limping man, fatigued from all the missed shots taken at me. I am ready to crossover. My salvation wasn’t religion, it was surrendering to God. Having faith that my might won’t come from the fight but the peace of knowing I found the perfect pieces….

~AzizBrown~

Peace Will Be….

Peace Will Be….

There is always someone that doesn’t want peace. Always someone that never wants to build, only destroy. We can’t speak to everyone and expect them to hear our words but in the silence we will miss the ears that need those words. So, We speak, wish for peace, and grow beyond the weeds….

~AzizBrown~

Think People….

Think People….

Think people, Playing victim is too easy….
I was having a discussion with someone and they said “they have their own mind.” This is a cop out because  First off we all physically know others have their own mind. 

Second, Do people know when someone says “Rise above the influence”! They are talking about not following negative people or acts? It is okay to follow positive people or acts.
I asked her what is 1+1. She said I know she knows it. I said I can assume you do but until you tell me I dont know. She wouldn’t say the answer. So, I said if we all know the answer, we all followed someone else that came to that conclusion. Following what’s right is called “Education”. If you are around the right people you should be influenced and inspired by them….

Souls For Sell….

Souls For Sell….

Someone walked up to me offering Free Will for a price. They said “to each his or her own”. They said ” Everyone is entitle to their own opinion”. They also said ” you can live by your own rules and be your own person”. The price of “this Free Will” they were selling would cost me a chance at togetherness. I would be looking out for myself because I want my own. I will never learn nor grow because I will be so focused on my own. I would also be disguarding any rules and principles in place because I would be above reproach. Not a thing will apply because self perservation will supercede relationship….

Who offered me freewill?

~AzizBrown~

Life Is….

Life Is….

Death is around the corner, down the block, and across the street. We tend to gain strength from picturing darkness while we are still alive. While we breathe death isn’t the reality. Life is! Take a deep breath. Do you feel your lungs filling up? That’s the air of your chance at creating a great legacy before your picture goes blank. Death will occur but it isn’t your fate at this moment, so be momentous. Set the stage while you continue to have pages to write. Be the best you can before the light dims and you are forced to live in darkness….

~AzizBrown~

How Do We Hold Ourselves Accountable????

How Do We Hold Ourselves Accountable????

Lifeless on the floor! The blood from his body drained into the street mixing with the water from the hydren just a few feet away. No one saw anything but they crowd around while the cop search for answers and the body is zipped up in a body bag. Not a soul caught this on camera. Why? Because we keep the community violence to ourselves. This boy was a great kid. Went to school everyday, got great grades, was getting a scholarship for college both academically and athletically. His mother is on her knees crying because she lost all of her soul watching them take away her son. Yet, nobody saw a thing. The boy’s sneakers and wallet was missing. He had one shot to the head and two to the chest. People can hear the people yelling after the shots and everyone knew this child to be hopeful and on his way out of this crime restricting environment. Silence! Interviews on the news: “If this would have been a white rich neighborhood they would have already had the shooter”! “He was a kind and Loving child, we lost a good child”! These streets are starting to take the great souls of our community”! Yet, no witnesses….What are we doing to police our communities? We must help clean up the streets in the communities we live in. The police can’t do it alone….

~AzizBrown~

A Connection Was Formed….

A Connection Was Formed….

I looked in the crowd from a lonely stage. They sat their waiting to decide if I am great enough for them to put their hands together. Somehow I care about what these strangers think. My palms are sweaty, heart beating against my rib cage, and my mouth is dry. I take a sip of water before I approach the mic. I don’t picture anyone naked because I don’t have that great of an imagination. I choose not to focus on that beautiful woman smiling in the front row. Instead I find the old man crossing his legs waiting for me to be just another act. We catch I contact and I start to speak to him. I watch the angry creases soften in his face. I smile! He knows I caught him enjoying himself so he sits upright in his chair. He doesn’t realize I am just going to take credit for correcting his posture. I continue! I watch his chest now beating the same pace as mine. Mine has slowed and his has increased. We are forming a connection.  I pause! He shows disappointment wanting me to continue. I start again! Sighing in relief his intrigue intensifies. My tone elevates. He jumps, his eyes widen, and he laughs at himself. My voice softens. Tears invade his pupils and attack his cheeks. I finish! He is the first one out his seat to applaud. He was a victim of inspiration….

~AzizBrown~