Joski Diesel

Questions can act as parasites,
Often eating our minds apart.
Taking
Situations
Emotions
Dissecting them
With every inch
Challenged.

Making possibility
Seem so far from reality.

Fear.

An unlimited enterprise of capital and control.

Fear of never being.
Fear of never succeeding.
Fear of not being good enough.
The fear of never trying.
The fear of achieving and changing.

The fear of what if.

A combination of emotions and questions
Will spin us on a journey
That may have no return.
Or push you down a road of
Struggles, triumphs, and epiphanies.

Internally
Battling our strongest demons,
The object of self.
The possibility
The what if.
The fear.
The unknown,

Battling our thoughts.

Waging war with out minds.

A parasite within.

I lost a child.
Every time I think about
Everyone who’s lost a child.
Our community’s stolen children.
My family’s naked truths.
Our legacy twisted, untold, and bruised.

I lost a child.
Looking into your mother’s eyes.
You were led astray.
Sucked into a life of commercialism.
Governed by a devil of materialism.
Given a history lesson full of cents.
Chasing a dream on the backs of blacks
Broken by the ages of misguided hate.

I lost a child.
Staring down the barrel of a gun.
Shot by a system designed to
Create a cycle of dependency.
Short change the mental capacity,
Never acknowledging
Worth
Beauty
Possibility.
Taught that good enough is great.

I lost a child today.
Every breath I give to never loose another.
Every lesson I teach.
Every poem I write.
Every time we unite.
Every moment we never give in.
But always look up.

We can save another.

So I forgot to post for yesterday. It was such a busy day: breakfast, basketball, date night, and a rain storm. So here’s my poem for yesterday. Today’s will be up soon!

Love is so humbling
it will break you down
and build you
back up.

It will take you
at your weakest
and allow your strengths
to shine through.

It will answer all questions
of what if’s and
could be’s.

Hate will strip you of all things,
until you learn love.
Until you allow love
to touch your spirit,
guide your movements,
move your speech,
and motivate your walk.

Love
Moves.

Perfectly.
We align the edges of each.
Stack crates on top of each other.
Designing a maze of music.
Mixed with plastic, bass, and beats.

Perfectly.
We meet,
Knowing and questioning.
Balancing current and old.
You school me on how to dig.

I,
Listen.
I,
Allow.
I,
Give In.
Understanding this,
Is
Your
Thing.

Perfectly.
I meet you where you are.
Loving music.
Loving to teach me everything you know.
As we maneuver through the maze
Together.
Digging for $1 treasures.

That fit our liking,
Perfectly.

Scratched,
Chopped,
Screwed,
Sampled.

Style is bit,
Chewed,
Scraped,
Copied,
Sampled.

Flavor is taken.
Renamed.
Branded.
Sold.
Enslaved.
Sampled.

Our beings
Stolen.
Stripped.
Brainwashed.
Packaged.
Sampled.

They admire
Us so
much.
They fear us.
They hate us so much,
Because they could never
admit how much
they
love
us.

We’re sampled to every end.
Repackaged,
Resold,
Branded,
And shipped off.

For our own commercial use.

We’re the #1 buyers,
Destroying ourselves.

The truth.

Hey! Hey! Hey! Check out our latest interview by Cendrine Marrouat of Examiner.Com (Canada). We’re talking about our love, our latest book, and more! Make sure you post a comment and share with your friends! Stay tuned for giveaways~

JoVonna Rodriguez and Jerome Dickens met in a world limited by 140 characters. Their passion for writing fueled a friendship that crossed more than a 1,000 kilometres, later evolving into a romantic literary duo. The result is “Love Taps: Mynes,” a book that they wrote together.

Cendrine Marrouat: Hello guys, thank you for answering my questions. First, introduce yourself briefly to us.

JoVonna Rodriguez: Thank you! I’m JoVonna Rodriguez, originally from Rochester, NY, but now currently residing in Atlanta. I’m a middle school educator with a passion for writing. I’ve been writing for over ten years.

My first self-published book, “Pronouns,” explores an array of life events most can relate to. “Pronouns” and our current book, “Love Taps: Mynes,” pushed me to start an editing business called Literacy Lives to help new writers become authors.

Jerome Dickens: I’m Jerome Dickens and I’m not a writer, I prefer the term, Realist. I have a brash, direct, and blunt approach, which highlights the realities of life.

Continue reading on Examiner.com Interview with authors JoVonna Rodriguez and Jerome Dickens (Part 1) - Canada Independent Artist | Examiner.com

Leave the bullshit
in place,
standing still.
Wondering where you’ve been.

Learn.

It seems fashionable to be exposed, devalued, and fraudulent.
Scripted lifestyles make for the best entertainment.
Drama filled,
Purposeless & Questionable.

Ignorance flies off shelves.
Haven’t you noticed yet?

Some become instantly famous.
Clicking, and rating their self on a scale of stupidity.
Planning more to be everything they’re not, rather then everything they can be.

While some test their intelligence.
Only to find out,
Unfollows increase.
Likes decrease.
Fans are silent.
Friends stop calling.
Calmness comes over, and boring settles in.

Ignorance is the equation.
We put our drama on tv.
Drop our pants.
Lower our standards.
Stop correcting our peers.
Only checking in on friends & family when status’ change.
Living life through everything we said we hated.

And then,
Uproar begins.
Everyone wants to save the world.
Be down for the cause.
Join the revolution,

Be
A
Social
Media
Activist.

Learn.

Leave the bullshit
in place,
standing still.
Wondering where you’ve been.

You can’t say you’re apart of the solution,
when you’re apart of the sewage.

Wake Up!
Take a shower,
Cleanse Your Mind,
By the hour.

Stop feeding the bullshit!

Learn.