SECRETS OF THE HEART

As you progress through time

insearch of a companion that intermingles with my your line;

you have come to overstand this premise of mine;

SECRETS OF THE HEART

A calm heart will always feel comfortable and content;

its attachment to the will of God will manifest the attributes that can never be bent;

it is true that if a persons heart is ill, it can never be attached to one that is good;

people have spent their life living in darkness wishing that they could re-channel this mood;

SECRETS OF THE HEART

Unsure about the avenues that they should take

many have succumb to superficial needs and wants in hope for a break;

feeling this way they are left unsuccessful and emotionally empty;

day to day they search for ways to camouflage their pity;

SECRETS OF THE HEART

By focusing on the materialistic gains;

keeping themselves busy via drugs, drinking alcohol, going to parties,

and engaging in promiscuous activities;

they feel as though this will cure or clothe their pain;

 forgetting the focal point of attention, their hearts are left neglected and strain;

SECRETS OF THE HEART

I have been told that when my heart gives me hard times not to run away from it;

instead pray or intellectually reflect upon self for a bit;

this will allow the auricle of its will to rightfully fit;

SECRETS OF THE HEART

 Understanding the importants of the heart will secure heavenly love;

failure to accept Gods will, will cripple the heart,
and not allow it to grow or attach to its counterpart;

for this instance one would endure continual spiritual pain,
 and be left with a broken heart;

SECRETS OF THE HEART

The heart does not lie, and it will never feel strong unless it is healthy;

it will live on when your physical beauty is gone;

trust your heart and it will never bring you into a state of uncertainty;
nor will it fumble into the wrong hands and leave you torn

SECRETS OF THE HEART
written by: Ricky Mitchell
mitche230@yahoo.com
copyright2007

POISON HEART

Two couples joined together;

 from the bitter emptiness of affection;

striving to make ends meet; their solidarity are compromised by division;

one deeply seeking the remedy that will purify an emotional insanity;

the latter searching for comfort through social equality and intimacy;

POISON HEART

Uprooted from the inquiry of a counseling session;

through periodic engagements their connection grew into what is know as convenience;

both individuals sharing similiar instances: family binding;

husband and wife confined in the status quo of marriage;

children from past and present affiliation;

 bonds tied in very little socializing

POISON HEART

Still the relationship persisted; feeling neglected and unappreciated;

confusion permeated the circle that once appeared so permissible;

in the heart of loneliness one senses no remorse from the other;

weeks would pass with little involvement;

one would inconspicuously show signs of discomfort;

POISON HEART

Converstaion over the phone

which was once craved now has become like distorted messages;

hoping for a change in rhythm;

one would project pseudo-expressions of feeling delighted;

confused about whether or not the latter will be the one and only;

one poses questions to those who, presumptuously, would give wisdom;

remarks would indicate lust and carnal gratifications;

crushed by the large amount of assurance;

one is left with the burning sensation of a

POISON HEART

written by: Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

copyright 2008

GHETTO TEARS

Tears of aspiration floods the ghetto with all types of inspirations;

day in day out the cries of the ghetto is heard;

guns blasting; police sirens screaming;

still the ghetto prays to see the day when their pains of suffering can be curled;

Trying to find their way out of poverty;

their minds are cluttered with all types of anarchy;

leaning towards every possible outcome to make ends meet;

never will they allow the aura of defeat;

confined in slums; endeavoring to find ways out;

the ghtettos of all foreign and domesticated lands strives to feed their mouth;

Ghetto stands on every corner; waiting for the lost souls to quench their thirst;

in return they receive respect through commerce;

they would even place their neighbors under surveillance;

so that when their residence are unattended,

like a thief in the night, their occupancy would swiftly meet their acquaintance;

Lets not forget the bodacious ghettos, who would bombard strangers with no remorse;

exposing all shapes and size of steals overtly;

intentionally to vandalize, rob, and steal with marginal force;

survival of the fittest only the strongest survives;

This is the code of the ghetto in order to stay alive;

Many ghettos have crossed the path of no return;

for money, power, and respect they continued to strive;

already born in a life of hell, how will they burn?

Few ghettos have chosen to allow their tears to taint the surface of papers and walls;

while others vocalize their emotions to the masses;

through rap, reggae, soul, deejay, hip-hop, punk rock, and the list flows;

Not to mention the ghettos' lustful and envious prides;

they would walk or drive the streets with class;

even though their burdens ripples like the ocean's tides;

cars sitting on 20s or 22 inch rims; shining with high intensity;

speakers blasting music of redemptions, rage, frustration, grievance, and sexual gratifications;

I suppose this is how the ghetto advertises that they are still the majority;

Living it up the bourgeoise way, the ghettos seek to assimilate;

through education, implantation, dilution, and experimentations;

they have inconspicuously detached themselves from where they came from;

conficting confronations explodes like the disaster of nine eleven;

words of scandalous, humiliation, and shameful expressions,

lashes out like thunderbolts from heaven;

these are the ghetto tears that still pours like rain;

Written by: Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

copyright 2007

THE DILEMMA

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

I wish i could spill my entire affection;

but the unhealed scars that I have makes the feeling taboo;

longing to hold you in my arms;

I am left with just the thought of loving you;

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

when I see your presence,

I believe more and more that you are my soul mate;

that you are the one that set my heart free;

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

how can I place a smile on your face;

and be the sun that shines in your grace;

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

I will cross the ocean for you and bring you the moon;

Will you be my strength and keep me in tune;

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

I try to hold back the feelings that I have for you;

but each time that I do, cupid tweaks my heart with an arrow;

Yearning for your attention;

I am caught up in a dilemma that I have yet to mention;

I wish I could spill my entire affection;

but the unhealed scars that I have makes the feeling taboo;

longing to hold you in my arms;

I am left with just the thought of loving you

written by: Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

copyright 2008

DEAR MOTHER

Please accept this letter of emotions;
for which I have compose to display my many appreciations;

As a baby in your arms you fed me from your gentle breast;
one after the other, because I was fill with so much hunger and emptiness;

slumbering away you hushed me in your arms to rest;
a young mother of the age of thirteen you bared the endurance of bringing and bearing me;
even when my father disagreed with my connection to him and his family;

Dear Mother I Remember;
As dreary storms set itself upon our presence; you hovered and sheltered me;
in spirit you thought of how I will one day set you free;
and make your parents understand my reason for being;
Dear Mother I Remember;
A freedom child I was classified;
Not knowing my purpose for living; I was given a responsibility that was far too baring;
but all was well.. as you continue to maintain my existence;
 and overstand that I was not just happen-stance;
Dear Mother I Remember;

when sleep visited my unclosed eyes;

you sang sweet precious melodies and watched me smile;

feeling restless in my spirit, you rocked me so that i would not cry;
and pray through imaginations that I shall sore through the heavens with wings to fly

Dear Mother I Remember;

As I ventured into a dreamful state you sat and watched my infant head;

when slumbering next to your cradle bed; my spirit looked as your sweet affection shed;

in hopes that your lovely action towards me should spread

Dear Mother I Remember;

When pain and sickness made me cry;

you gazed upon my heavenly eyes, and wept for fear that I should not die

but still I sensed that you kept your hope alive;

and fought to see the day that my physical can continue to drive;

Dear Mother I Remember;

When trouble fell upon me, you ran to my aid so that I would not fall;

and with vigorous commetment you showed your dedication with every incline tale'

these efforts of yours you exhibited to make situations well;

 and to show to your family that you will not stand aside as your child fail;

Dear Mother I Remember;
The times when you held my palms in effort to show me how to pray'
to appreciate God's holy words and day;
and physically manifest his actions through each attempt,  you taught my infant lips to lead the way
Dear Mother I Remember;
I ask my self, will I ever cease to be?
affectionate and kind to thee;
who has been more than passionate to me
I will not humble myself to decree nor will I stop and think twice or flee;
Dear Mother I Remember;
Of course that thought of loosing you I cannot bear;
If God grants me the will to spare;
I will reward you with all my care;
and if that does not work, I know that your time on Earth is much more than what I am worth;
for this reason I would rather allow you to continue to live;
thus you may continue to show others you're experience and your meaning to give;
Dear Mother I Remember;
As time begets your physical appearance and you become feeble, old, and gray in awareness;
My healthy arms shall be your pillow;
As I endeavor to soothe your pain away in grievance;
Dear Mother I Remember;
And when your body begins to lose control of its structure;
Then will be my turn to watch over each and every posture;
Even as tears of sweet affection sheathes my eyes;
you will forever be  my conjuncture;
Dear Mother I Remember;

Written by: Ricky Mitchell
mitche230@yahoo.com
Copyright  2009
Dedicated to Idalee Mitchell
&
Anastasia Fraser

AS A CHILD GROWS

As a child grows; so shall s/he dies;

Things I Must Earn (T.I.M.E) is the cliche that defines this nursery rhyme;

look into a new born baby's eyes... and you will fine the end of time;

The pain of life is when a new born baby cries, as he leaves the womb of s/his comforter;

God's gift to life is the immortality of being rebirth;

How wonderful is the mind of a child;

so impressionable but yet so fragile;

As years passes, life's adversity reveals hurdles that are manifested as burdens;

if not conquered, a child's essence is compromised;

life's experience is said to be the best teacher;

but without proper exposure it withers;

As a child grows; so shall s/he dies;

familyhood brings forth prosperity; divison leads only to deficiency;

the unification of a community establishes a common ground that brings forth unity;

Emancipating a child from the core of s/his ignorance;

strenghtens the moral fibers of the purpose of his existence;

shackling down a child's aptitude diminishes his latitude;

opting to change is always embedded in the soul of a child;

whether good or bad or bad or good the concept remains unchange;

So lovable and adorable when young;

the thought alone is mentally framed but hardly expressed or reminded;

during the proliferation phase a child is pictured according to his senses:

synthesist, idealist, pragmatist, analyst, or a realist;

placed into a catagorical paradigm;

the less influential child is ostracized from society and labled special

As a child grows; so shall s/he dies

identified as obsolete a child cannot be complete;

some still in all rise above the odds;

the perseverance to live even when they are weak and unappreciated;

a child continues to seek life

As a child grows; so shall s/he dies

Written by: Ricky Mitchell
mitche230@yahoo.com
Copyright 2008

BUFFALO SOLDIERS OF THE TWENTY-FIRST CENTURY

Through the centuries of time African- American have fought along side other nations;

hoping to uplift the blasphemous stigma that has been placed upon their existence;

still within the twenty-first century the legacy continues;

Buffalo Soldiers of the modern day venues your combative prowess, bravery, and your tenacious looks are not forgotten;

When viewed by many as being the minority; your actions are so fill with ambition and fearlessness that you are magnified as the majority;

Appreciated by your family friends and loved ones you are the monumental inspirations of those that have searched for hope and faith when all seemed to have failed;

Knowing that you have made a difference, they pray to see the day that you will be glorified and recognized as being the backbone of the nations whom you have helped to free;

Freedom, justice, and equality awaits you; one of your comrades have been appointed to be your commandering chief; out of forty-four he is known to be unique;

An African- American like yourself he carries the burden of a multi-colored population;

the red, white, and blue signifies his throne; not to mention the fifty stars, and the bold eagle that hovers from afar;

During a time of war he shouts a, "time for change", and, "yes we can"

his political views are corresponding statements of former great minds;

some has called him the memoirist; many has referred to him as the messiah; but you know him as your reflection;

Rising above all odds you stand right for the cause;

even when opposition stared you deep within the windows of your soul;
you always placed the mission first;

you never quit, and you never left a falling soldier;

your history began with time, and so it will continue;

from the dust to dawn you will live on;

never will you accept defeat; when one falls another is born;

Written by: Ricky Mitchell

mitche230@yahoo.com

Copyright 2009