The Truth (Writing as Curiosity)

 
 
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The blood gushing from civilian stomachs
each picture taken, a sickening moment
each cover-up, a testament to
America’s Underground Railroad.
 
The bombs bursting in air
America’s good fortune is threatened
even America plays by its own rules.
 
Innocent children become fatherless
consumed by constant relentlessness
victims of foreign bombing.
 
© 2009 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Curiosity
Excerpt from “The Flower that Wasn’t Meant to Blossom”
Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP.
The audio performance of this poem can be found here: http://www.reverbnation.com/blackangelcuriosity?page_view_source=facebook_app
Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP.
Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP.
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A Particle in a Large Bubble (Writing as Black Angel)

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America was founded on
insecurity, the ripeness of
darkened bodies dangling from
southern trees.
 
I wish I possessed a gun
loaded with the
proper knowledge.
 
The gun, invested
my soul utters deception.
 
I am alone in my journey
to find real truths.
Everything is blurry and I
remain blinded by lies
and media frenzy.
 
© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as Black Angel.
Excerpt from Angel’s Passion
Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP.
 
Here is a link to the MP3 audio performance of “A Particle in a Large Bubble.”
http://www.reverbnation.com/blackangelcuriosity/songs
 
Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP.

Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP.

Shadow in the Midnight (Writing as Black Angel) Rewrite

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Black I am, and I am hiding
from the man with the black beater in his hand,
and the shiny badge on his chest.
He is relentless in his pursuit
of finding and locking me up.
 
I hide in the alleyways with the overflowing dumpsters
that have been neglected
like the rest of the blacks.
I have never pointed the finger of blame
but now my hand may be forced.
 
As I see the real truth,
while knelt down on the cold, cracked floor,
avoiding the racist White cop,
I have come to the realization that
life is unfair,
and it never will be fair and just.
 
One of the many sad realizations
we have to face in America.
I never completely understood why
foreigners lust to come here.
 
Everything that is advertised in books and magazines,
 on film, and in music, slants the truth.
People are not exactly free!
The government can give two shits about me!
 
So, why would you want to come here,
my immigrant friend?
I love this great land,
do not misinterpret my words.
 
But I am not exactly free!
Look at my predicament,
simply walking down the street,
black hoodie, saggy jeans
a pack of skittles on my mind.
 
And now I am the shadow in the midnight,
hiding from the man
with the black beater in his hand
and the shiny badge on his chest.
 
© 2008 by Charles Banks, Jr.
Writing as Black Angel
Excerpt from page 120 of
“A Rose in the Name of Love”
Self-Published by Charles Banks, Jr.
and Lulu.com
Published by Lulu.com (February, 2008).
A Rose in the Name of Love: Published by Lulu.com (February, 2009)

Concrete Promises Update

Good evening, or morning, whatever it may be. I hope your lives are well and good. I am proud to announce that my chapbook, Concrete Promises has sold 30 copies in the first week. If you do not know, I am selling copies from my home at $6.00 a copy. I’d like to thank everyone who has already bought a copy of the book. It was a long, grueling process, filled with low points and high ones. The publication of it is definitely the highest point. I received a review courtesy of Julie Catherine, who graciously read my book and bestowed upon it, kind words. Aside from all things Concrete Promises, I will be celebrating six months cancer-free on the 28th of July. Thanks again to everyone who has sent well wishes my way. I certainly appreciate it. In honor of the landmark moment in my life, I will be posting two new poems Never Haste and No Vacancy. Hope everyone enjoys reading on the 28th! Thanks again everyone!

 

– Charles Banks, Jr.

 

Link to Concrete Promises Review: http://juliecatherinevigna.wordpress.com/2013/07/16/review-of-concrete-promises-a-poetry-chapbook-by-charles-banks-jr/

 

 

 

Concrete Promises (Cover)

When Does It End (Excerpt from The Flower That Wasn’t Meant To Blossom) By Curiosity

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When does it End?

It’s never enough, is it?

No matter what I do as a black man.

No matter how high I jump or how dark my skin is.

No matter how fast I can run.

Or no matter how hard I try in school.

It’s never enough.

The road gets tougher every day but I can’t complain.

It’s interesting to know how hard I have to work.

Double, triple because of the color of my skin.

It’s never enough, is it?

Can anyone answer my question?

Give me a justified answer?

But the road does have an end, sadly to say.

All so-called good things do come to an end, right?

I will, we will get our chance to shine.

To shine even brighter than the sun itself.

Just sit back and enjoy the show.

© 2009 by Charles Banks, Jr.

Writing as CURIOSITY

Excerpt from “The Flower That Wasn’t Meant To Blossom”

Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP.

© 2009 by Charles Banks, Jr. Writing as CURIOSITY Excerpt from “The Flower That Wasn’t Meant To Blossom” Published by PublishAmerica, LLLP.

Absentee Leaders


ABSENTEE LEADERS

Where are they?

Where do they currently reside?

What is their current GPS location?

The leaders of the world—

Do they choose to hide?

Do they choose to conceal their powers from the idiot magnets?

Have we become so self-indulgent?

So dependent on man-made items

that we have lost the ability of critical thinking and basic observation?

Are the leaders of the world hiding in dark caves,

carving out new mathematical formulas and

philosophical findings on the cave’s walls?

Are the leaders of the world exiled to a secluded island?

Are they at the peaks of the tallest mountains,

observing the idiocy below through idiot-proof telescopes?

Can they see with vivid detail each song lyric

scribbled on note pads with very little originality?

Can they see that artists of the past

are being robbed blind of their once prestigious work?

Can they see the dried up pen of writers with no muse?

Do they even exist?

Written as Black Angel

© 2011 by Charles Banks, Jr.

White Rain

Hard at work!

White Rain

 

White rain in the city, a

mirage is created.

Through the goodness of the city,
the richness of the soil from

the constant rain and the craziness

of the morning traffic has all

been a mirage.

All that has been presumed to be simple

is not anymore.

The city is filled with corruption

and deception mellowed with

misconception.

The city is not noticed for its rich

green grass but for its racism,

deceitfulness and steady greed.

A battle of wits between two flesh and blood brothers,

a botched murder attempt, a war between two new

foes, adultery and a case of

mistaken paternity.

WRITTEN BY CHARLES BANKS, JR

WRITING AS BLACK ANGEL

EXCERPT FROM PAGE 110 OF A ROSE IN THE NAME OF LOVE

© 2008 BY CHARLES BANKS JR.

SELF-PUBLISHED AT LULU.COM

© 2008 BY CHARLES BANKS JR. SELF-PUBLISHED AT LULU.COM