As The Five Hearts Beat… All I need is one heartbeat to oust my raisin in the sun because in this world you only need one shade of color to make you colored Like children who only need one crayon so they can color their attention deficit green Like the fed who only needs one Alan Greenspan to return the returns on your investment into a lien Like, it only takes one nine eleven to turn one secure nine to five employee into one busted lip dope fiend Damn it!! It only takes one Martin Luther King Junior daydream to get you one day off the auction block, the street block, or whatever block you claim, Cousin!! It only takes one snitch to get you knocked One little dick cop, one stupid ass judge, and one flamboyant DA To get us all brain cell blocked Because one life just isn’t one life to live anymore Although all we get is one, most of us live it like 3 death sentences Where all my paragraphs are all paraplegic, including the intro, the body, and the conclusion and all the one hit wonders are in an alley someplace getting weeded and this one sense of peace is like being high while high jacking a hydroplane where every passenger remains seated…All I Need Is One

All I need is one poem One verse One thought One word, to work these verbs, adverbs, adjectives, nouns and pronouns To Pro-nounce these sounds and sentences To send sense into this senselessness Painting worlds with words Pacing pensively contemplating With pens at the penultimate points of penetration While copulating with fecund minds waiting Like paralyzed waifs wasting away So (hear) what I’m here to say, All I have is one purpose To change the world, By changing the world of one person But the pen keeps jerking in my tremulous palm While I’m trying to calm my nerves to release the words Of my favorite Psalms “Blessed is the man who stands…” My eyes scan one line from Psalms one With one hand on my chest heaving Shaking, watching heathens taking deep breaths With breeched steps trying to repress The weakness in pencils And pens-still focused On writing out my opus in open I’m hoping to open more minds and doors For you pariahs and boors As my prayers endure for my people I’m a Moor with amor for the pen But I won’t be a whore for the ten My Bete noir is The Man Squeezing through the pores of his hands Poetry to slam as if poetry is a sham But his poetry is a shame So genuflect I remain Praying with my pen filled with pain For just one line to touch one life Now all I need is one mic…All I Need Is One

Ask me what I need

all I need is 1 pen, 1 thought, to spark a flow to inspire the youth like Ponce de Leon give me 1 hr with 1 gang banger, to change his colors and tone like a chameleon bump it, I don’t even need 1 hr or 1 pen all I need is one second, to make time stop and have you all swearing you’re in Heaven 1 decibel of one syllable, is enough to let you know I’m 1derful I’m cerebral all the way from my clavicle down to my testicles, breaking compounds down from molecules to 1 particle I’m 1 love away from clearing the world of hate as an obstacle all I need is 1 kiss, no diss, to have dykes wishing their clitoris was my oasis all I need is 1 fist to annihilate a whole battalion of Seals or Rangers the special force of my 1 word, will change the destiny of the masses if I had 1 prayer, it would be to eliminate the clashes and differentiation between the classes if I had just 1 fuck, I would do a prism to insure the existence of several various races the basis for my 1 thesis, would be to prove if Jehovah, Allah, Buddha or whomever in fact, were truly hocus pocus I have just 1 dick, and every chick I know, has requests for clones of my penis 1 of anything with me wouldn’t be enough, and everyone’s 1 wish would be that the number 1 didn’t even exist… And if I took away the number one, then the math says there’d be zero presence but fuck it, just one spit, one shit, one of anything out of God’s number one son’s crevice, would be enough for even 1 dumb MF’er in a little yellow bus to understand and feel this poet’s essence One could sense that 1 collective thank you was given to my mom on the very day I was born…Just one sneeze in Chinese could rename any enemy to the cause Won Gone Ask 1 2 B 1, means I believe in 1 G, the left is crazy homie, and I’m 1 right away from being Ali, 1 shot of Patron away from being an alchie, but 1 spliff, 1 whiff of anything couldn’t lift me even 1 inch All I need is 1 take with no punch ins to make an anthem for all my backpackers…All it takes is 1 epitaph to make me catch wreck and act real black and say fuck all of America…I have just 1 vote and 1 hope that maybe one day we can change this shit with Obama ‘cause all it ever really takes is just ONE…

Ask me what I need

I just need one second of your time… With the focus of cyclops

I buck on omnibots plotting

to box me in a line

But I’ve never been one for single file life

I follow only my light

Just one chance to get it rite

One nite a pen and pad saved my life

One mic one hope one single solitary poem

And 3 mins to change someone’s life

una palabra be like a sling shot

And a rock to drop a giant

And I’ll be that

God please give me one more chance

To get it rite

Just one of Dougie Fresh’s 6mins

And I’m kismet uplifting

one nation under a groove getting down

But special effects fade and now I’m like how in the fuck

Did I get caught up?

31 and bitter went down

and I’m caught without a condom

Dumbfounded two months in

One sperm one egg intersect

now we got problems

one day we just kicking it

now baby mama drama picketing

outside the door of my mental tripping

til 4 months later

one carriage missing still born

curled in fetal position I’m missing my 1st son

choking an ocean of guilt filling my lungs

pain all over me like Enron, 911

and one flashlight to the face

11 strikes and I’m out…All I Need is One

All I Need is…One for the treble, One for this rebel an elemental part of the whole, this one soul to reach you with verbal embrace is my goal to teach you to savor and taste that’s my roll

So ask me what I need

All I need is no more, I need no more starving children, no more television, no more politics, no more oil, no more Gaza strip partrols, no more rain forest destruction, no more HIV AIDS, no more discrimination, no more capitalism, no more prison industrial complex, no more WAR, no more bloodshed. no more.

So ask me what I need

All I need is air, water, fire, earth and all will come Al I need is love, peace, compassion, respect and all will come All I need is one voice, All I need is one ear All I need is one minute of your time, to spit this one verse, All I need is one moment of silence, so that the words may reach you intact and with their full meaning, and fully translated.

So ask me what I need

I don’t need much, All I need is one day, All I need is one night All I need is one lifetime to be lived in this one moment with me reaching out to you All I need is one breathe, All I need is the one heartbeat of this planet earth, the rhythms call me, hip-hop calls me, the funk calls me, and I answer

So ask if you ask me what I need

All I need is ONE

So ask me what I need All I need is one word to offer the world another chance. One word that can be heard by every child, woman and man. One word with one meaning for one world with one life. One word to love and turn the ever present darkness into the brightest light. All I need is one single word to make the deaf start to hear. One word for the blind to see And one word to erase the fear. Just one, no more, for if I say too much things get confusing All I need is one word that everyone can start using. One lonely word that can that can make a neighbor become my brother, A child become my son, and make every woman my sister, wife or mother. One word to place on a face when overcome with sadness. Something said, read, heard and felt That can turn the sadness into gladness. A simple word said with ease like thank you, may I, peace and please. A word to fix the hearts that are broken an offering of love like a secret sacred token. I’ll put it in my prayers and wishes, Whisper it along with hugs and kisses. Sing it in songs and recite it in prose. And let that one word grow like the seeds of a rose. I’d say it, sing it, live it and be it and if that word ever got stuck I’d open my mouth and free it. Scream it from the mountains and shout across the valleys One word to be heard throughout the city streets and deep within shadowed alleys. All I need is one word to be blessed by a God who truly cares Just one word I could repeat to make my people become aware. One word like love, peace, joy, or family to be spoken by the prosperous king or the silent, suffering addict. Then I’d share the fruits of a tree grown from a seed sown by one word called Prysmatic…..

I got one wish To be one with The way we were meant Whether one dimensional Or infinite I want to be one with it I desire to be in tune with The syncopation of the moon The way it was in the womb Myself untempered

1wisdom 1truth 1want of the universe comes back to the want, truth and wisdom of one’s self I got one wish To be one with me …Cause All I Need Is One