DEAR ASK AL; AN Albert Carrasco (Infinitethe Poet) & Jamie Bond Collab
DEAR ASK AL;
I found your website and because it said I could text you
I read all the advice and felt like I could trust you
I have an urgent question I’m hoping it’ll get to you fast
cuz I’m kind of pressed for an answer so I’m sending it to ask AL
Ya see Mr. AL, all my friends want me to join their group
But I’m not scared to its just that I’m afraid not to
You see; they make examples out girls in my school
Intolerant to those who say NO
They ostracize and ridicule them
And make em take turns having sex with the boys
And then turn around get branded as their whores
They jump em as an initiation
They snatch em bald-headed and cut faces
They use utility knives to carve initials in their foreheads
AL I’m trapped
I don’t wanna be on either side of the fence
And they’re making me feel very defensive
I can’t eat, I can’t sleep. School isn’t fun for me no more
I’m hoping you can advise me cuz I only see one door
Please hurry with a viable response I got 24 hours to act
And this letter right here is minus 4 hours for reaction
Sincerely;
BAB aka Barely a Bully
Hello
BAB, this is Al responding to your text, I thank you for reaching out
with your situation that's seems to be very complexed. You say your
"friends want you to join a group" , Are they really friends? A group
of people who will cut you, beat you, offer you as a sex slave. To me
this doesn't sound like sister society. Do you really wish to flock
with thee? How would you even consider to be a part of a troupe that if
you wish to remain neutral they'll carve your face like its a gourmet
dish? I understand your not scared but being smart doesn't make you a
coward. I suggest you leave those so called friends alone. Explain to
your mom your dad your guidance counselor about the situation, maybe you
can get transferred to another school zone, Violence is something we
can never condone. Look, you can't eat or sleep just thinking about what
others think of you. You haven't even joined and these so called
friends are already ruining home... Thats not cool!!!! Let's get you out
that school!
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Hey AL
I ain’t gotta lotta time homey
I’d ask my brother for advice but he’s 6 feet deep with his homeys
Yo my mom cries all the time more so since my dad got locked up
He went ape shit on the dude that knocked my lil sister up
So now I’m watching mom dukes struggle all the time
And some friends of mine approached me they told me
I could make some quick cash m dimes
Said they got a corner I could post up in
Said they moved up the ladder bout to be sellin crack and heroine
Said I could help my mom and my lil sis
Said it was easy I'm underage so the state pen won’t see me
And since I’m only 15 I’m too young to get a job
So even tho I know it’s wrong what other options do I got?
Hit me back dude, I’m like a tiger in a cage
I’m feeling helpless watching my mom slowly fade
I got no one to ask but a dude like you who knows these streets
So you gotta do and come thru for me man…
Dammn I wish my big bro or pops were around for me….
L8tr
PDR aka Potential Drug Runner
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Hello
PDR! This is Al and I'm so glad I went through your text so I can
explain what's going to happen next. Your brother's dead, your dads in
jail, mommas hurting. I know that's hard for consumption but nickel and
dimming is a recipe for destruction, if you let them throw you in the
fire, it's 99% chances of you going through spontaneous combustion. I've
been there. I lived vile, I was so lucky to be a part of the escaping
one percentile. I went from nothing to something then back to nothing
after I lost it all. You Think momma hurts? you would have to see the
same painful face I placed on my momma when I walked out the door. I've
been shot before! So momma looked at me leaving as if I wasn't coming
back no more. Do you wish the same for you and the one you adore? Do you
wish to die before dad gets released from the inside? Your only
fifteen your not supposed to work. your job is stand by your mother,
tell her you love her and that you understand her worth. Believe me
shell rather have you by her side broke at these times, than to have
the one she birthed six feet in the earth.
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DEAR AL
I’m praying you can help me cuz I’m a little perplexed
This son of mine I love him but his actions keep me vexed
He doesn’t want to go to school; he hangs out with his friends
He’s acting shady like maybe he’s out getting high with them
I noticed he’s got outfits that I didn’t purchase
his explanation is his girlfriend got em for him
but neither of them are working
I have not enough time to spend with him
As a Single father I feel guilty for working
Dammn… I feel like I’m failing him
He used to talk to me,
Used to go to church with the family
He’s proclaiming he’s grown but it seems more like infancy
Now all he does is eat, sleep and run out the house on me
I asked him if he’s doing drugs or selling them he says no
But at his age AL how is a parent to know?
I’m sending you this these questions man to man
Hoping you might have a few suggestions to get him on the right path
AL, I know you been there, I realize kids feel invincible
But please tell me that almost dying isnt the only thing to pull you thru
I have REAL bills to pay, real responsibilities
Which might I add include having his back
How can I get him back on the right track?
AL how can I get my mini me; MY young man of the house back?
My income strapped, time and resources are kind of tapped
The newest thing is he’s skipping nights he comes back in the house
I remember when I was that age but he’s beyond disrespectful
He’s quick tempered with everyone and with chores acting forgetful
I just want for him what I didn’t have for myself
A stable income, education and opportunity for growth…
Biggest concern is him and the influence he’ll have on the other children
If I don’t get this resolved quickly it’s going to be a continuous issue
I refuse to let him go, I will not let the streets have him
But you know how that is AL… I feel like I’m fighting backwards
Man I hope you can enlighten me on what to look for and do
But if you can’t just let me know you got this message dude.
SF3 =Single father of 3
Hello
SF3 I'm so glad you took time to contact me! It seems you need help in
a hurry! what you have written made it seem like you was telling my
story from my dads perspective... if he would of been alive. I know as
you wrote it a tear dropped from your eyes, after watching how the
street magnetize young lives. In this case it's your own blood, the seed
you planted nourished and love. I think it's safe for me to say yes
he is getting high, eat then sleep, that's a "munchie" sign. The new
clothes that you didn't buy but he wears is another sign SF3 your boy is
"out there" hand to handing like a mime. Actions have to be swift and
sharp, like relocating for a new start. If he continues to see street
revenue he will never leave it alone especially seeing you barely
holding down home. Him being a nuisance is definitely a bad influence to
your two other children, the difference is I stood away from my 4
siblings, I usually walked in and left while everyone was still
sleeping. He's becoming a product of his environment. Leave fast even if
that's loosing your job and living in a shelter, when you get back on
your feet you'll realize you made the best decision, you'll have your
son, your kids will have their brother, instead of that phone call..
Hello mr SF3 junior is deceased he had trauma to the head... a fatal
injury
Let’s write about misconception
Miss Jamie
an exception
of talent
a word smith
with no deception
and me
girl from the south
trying to visualize
change
flowing rhyme from fingertips
straight outta my pen
to my mouth
we are different
yet the same
but society we tell
us we need to change
each to his own
fend for yourself
but I refute the nonsense
of such a notion
'cause we're a REVOLUTION
and our pens
they gonna create a commotion
leading to a solution
I'm tired of divide
he said
she said
'cause they wanna deride
this plan
to unite us
woman
child
and man
we all bleed red
DID YOU HEAR WHAT I SAID ?
we all bleed red
and this movement to
separate us
by black and white
WELL IT AIN'T RIGHT
and so I write
each wrong I see
every day
a new word play
to make other's notice
ME
and YOU
NOLA P
and Jamie Bond
one spirit
but the pen of two
POETS MENDING THE WORLD
ONE UNMUTED WORD AT A TIME
POETRY IS OUR COMMON GLUE
AND LOVE FOR OUR BROTHER
WELL, THAT'S OUR RHYME
Jamie, what say you ?
NOLA...P
(Nothing Out There Like A...POET)
~~ Lisa D McCraw
Nola;
you are right we are in this fight
We start with US
to mend the great divide
Nowhere else can you find
Absence of race except on a page
Because our hearts, spirits and minds eye
Only identify
with what’s wrong with writes
We write it out
We shout about it
We write our wrongs
We be bout it bout it
We all hope to be heard
We all pray the inspiring verb
That makes love an action word
And so we scribe like
the ink is bleeding in splotches
We scream thru our ink
like we cant hear our cries
Then we poetically serenade
the restless eyes with our scribes
Poets united
in ever crevice of the world
on every corner
We unmute our ink;
till our pens look like bullhorns
Tryna save lives
one ghetto at a time
and avoid the coroner
So NOLA and ME …IBJB in Unmuted ink!
We scribe on like it’s a prescription pad
In an effort to uplift the masses!
Gooooo POETS gooooooooo
~~ IBJB
A MARK AND JAMIE COLLAB [:)]
BURNING ICE
Every dammn time I try to do it right?
It seems as if it evolves into a fight
Every dammn time I try to please you
You knock my efforts down with anything I do
Why is it that any and every dammn time I try?
You get me upset to where I’ll almost cry
When I get to this point.. what's the point...
Another hour gone by and I'm feeling unproductive
Another night gone by and feeling unseductive
Laundry in the hall I'm feeling very reluctant
About to go to bed and just say fuck it!
Tired of the shit and feeling real crazy
In my mind I say fuck him I’ll show his ass lazy
~~ IBJB
Sorry darling for causing such a negative vibe
You know how much I love you right
So let me melt the rest of this burning ice
No more hours will go by being a lazy ass
So let's start with me bringing you Breakfast in bed
And don't worry about the laundry I have it on spin
After that the lawn outside sure needs a trim
Oh no need to thank on these chores I did
It's the least I can after all that was said
But I want you feel how much I really love you
And what better place then in our bed.
~~ Mark Nielson
A LEE LEE AND JAMIE COLLAB [:)]
Loud Quiet Noise
I have a lot to be grateful for
So I need to stop complaining
I've vowed to
Pay more attention to me and my life
As opposed to
Everything else in my surroundings
If I don’t like it
I have to be responsible enough
To take the initiative and change it
A nervous breakdown is not in my future plans
I'm stronger than that
I need to get more on the ball and focus on goals
Do some major inner improvements
Start getting more serious about my future
And if it bothers me then I’ll be making plans to change it
Period!
And if I can’t say something good then I won’t
It’s natural to feel down and out
But complaining and not doing anything about it
is self destruction
So there!!
~~ IBJB
I
know there's no "I" in TEAM but I seem to be alone in crowded rooms
Consumed a cup of bitterness with a shot of lonely Am I the only one who
feels this way Lay alone at night with no one to hold me Mama told me
to love myself and have a plan for my future Capture time and don't
make haste Don't waste time and energy on negativity God blessed thee
with breath in my lungs Enough with the depressing songs that I've sung
I've hung onto miserable melodies way too long Long overdue for my
happy ending Start cleansing my heart and mind Find my self esteem and
let it beam like ultraviolet rays Stay positive and proactive Because I
only have one life to live
~~ LeeLee Aint Msbehavin'
A Kelli Songbird Garden & Jamie Bond COLLAB
Solitariness
The hours to unhappiness
Have been a gradual one
Love not given back in full measure
I've retreated and will not give it either…
Responses were necessary, so vital…
But there were none
And now a protective coating emerges
Thin but with time and only time it can heal
But you keep messing with me, with my heart
Its not healing, scar tissue forms, resentment builds ~
Love is Lost! Wave goodbye…
Alone…
Such a sad word
makes you cling to whatever you thought was necessary
Then one day; you know for both of you that it isn’t,
it couldn’t be enough~
The hours wasted! The time lost forever
All the shared things that could and should have meant so much more
have been diminished~
Leaving what? Hurt? Time wasted?
Love unfulfilled and then
Lies
~~ IBJB
Lies that rock the core and foundation of your being...
Desecrating and obliterating the armor of truth and trust...
Trust no longer there, leaving the remnants of love slowly seeping out and bare.
You’re masquerading and perpetrating an image of you for me to see.
Your spirit was not of my spirit, therefore demonstrating a reality of truth that we were truly never meant to be.
A distraction and dissatisfaction of a man you could never be...a man I fully see was never meant for me.
So, I move on with the memories of a love unrequited.
A love caught between the vortex of 3D fantasy and reality.
I'm living the reality of your twisted fantasy of what could have been...if only...
If only you could have understood and completely desired the fruit, heart and soul of my majestic womanhood ...
If
only you would have valued, honored and respected the integrity of
trust...the adulterated content of your unsavory character was clouded,
so you soured truth with the complexity of Lies
~~ Kelli Songbird Garden
JAMIE AND FINALE FREEWRITE
Manuel 'Finale' Allen
Dawg
i hear ya grawl n they jus bittin your style, you got this spit on lock
with a pitbull grip, i hear your silent whistle, im with'chu come n get
me my nikka if you need me to help bleed'em, dope words or thoughtfood
is how we eat'em...n shit'em out like pudding 'cause we running with
truth...lyin dummies aint good fo the tummy we regurgitate'em and they
lick the ish up... Mommy Bond is bonded with gift!
Jamie Bond
my hood dont have a sales pitch
when we get glitches we say where is it
shit gets fridged real quick snitches get stiches
we collect dem trigger fingers in tha fridges
ayyyeee but yall already know what it is
Finale and Jamie be all about that shit!
Manuel 'Finale' Allen
My
Mommy Mafia is a Methaphorical Murder'er, Lady Lootchie Linguisticly
Fully Loaded with'a trigga happy finga when it come to the inkin, sew'em
in the ground deep shit down is how Grammer Goddess, apply these
stitches to snitches who aint too careful for what they askin or wishing
for...p.s. I HOPE Y'ALL got the message in her dawg FINALE... paw
print!
Jamie Bond
we go ballistic creating static's
be like bounce and uncling yo life
lack of harmony we causin strife
you be in stockins lookin like peter pan
we be rockin sockin yo mans and em
got 2 pens a piece aimed atcha
wit them shits up yo nostrils
you runnin your mouth like
my pen wont snatch out yo tonsils
can I get an amen and yo man
cuz that shit is gospel
leavin chipped paint
and dents in dey foreheads
we peel em caps back
like hood mechanics
we cant help that shit
we be poetic crack heads
body slam battle rhyming fanatics!
Manuel 'Finale' Allen
Spray'em
with your graffiti at point blank slang, handicap their hand writing,
cripple their copying, murder their quotes than we burn'em while they're
barely breathing and brain bleedin from reading run on sentences that
flows like the magizines with a two hundred page clip of gifted&
blessins...WHO SHOT'CHA???
Jamie Bond
rally and gather tha masses
Finale is smooth
like molasses on yo asses
middle name oughtta warn you
curtain call in full effect
Finale makin words
appear distorted in yo mind
like a birth defect
we neva play fair
that's not in our DNA
if you a turkey
then its thanksgiving
dude you get served like soufflé
I'm not that bitch
I don't have an off switch
sell yo bullshit somewhere else
we throw dreams in tha fireplaces
I know thugs wit iphones they be
cyberbully wolves lurkin
and murkin ya in cyberspace
Manuel 'Finale' Allen
They
just selling wolf tickets, front row seats to no shows, slo ho's go
fuck ya'self with dildo's, ya writing life might cum out better than ya
sad ass bark with no bite attached, you soft as smoke, pufffff.... be
gone b4 you're recognized beyond writers recognition, jane doe with a
toe tag, your last message to the world worded in a dear john
letter...That Bad Ass Sista Jaime Bond Did'cha! or she'll cut you n your
pieces into pieces n feed'em to the fishes n watch'em shit you out in
feces... Gabeech
THIS BE US!!!
he feels as though
JAMIE BOND is a mystery wants to know more about me
but I had to stop em in his tracks and tell em that
there’s ELEMENTS OF ME that only JODI knows
but you'll hear about them if you STAY IN THE KNOW
told em sometimes I shape shift with DIONNA as SHADOW LURKER
other times I got paper cuts like I AM WITTENINPAIN
I’m not ashamed to write out loud when my PENS IN PAIN
keep tha middle finger up most of the time but heyyy
there are days when I’m feeling empowered and geared up
when I’M REPPING BRICK CITY thinkin whos' that peepin thru my window
its an EZ TRIPLE THREAT while I’m feeling FABULOSITY
sitting ON LOVE SEAT GROUP WIT KING SHARK CHASE with some grapes
but then most times I think I’M UNMUTING MY INK
but if you want to know WHAT’S THA 411 then that’s
WHAT’S IN THE NEWS
most times I be wit QUISE IN HIS NOTEBOOK or BLAZIN THA MIC with
P.O.E.TS YOU KNOW
PEOPLE OF EXTRAORDINARY TALENT SUCH AS BLAQ ICE
but I’m a DOPE POET if you ask me check with BARBARA TRAWICK on that tho
I stay in BEAST MODE and just so you know its not a defense mechanism its survival mode
most times I act like a NILISTIC SOULDIER with the world on my shoulders
I got word play for days ask FINALE how OFF THE WALL POETRY can get
on WTF WEDNESDAYS my pen spurts in leaps of growth like your super locs
I got this ink game on lock because I have a POETIC OLD SOUL
But don’t get too comfortable I’m one of THE 5 DEADLY VENOM'S
I'm Da CHAMP at this right here with my FLOWETIC FLO!
FLOWETIC JUSTICE bleeds more words than me
I be THINKINBOUTSOMETHING with DJ DEAN,
LAURIE and or KELLI and REBE
their sounds easily soothe the beast in me
or JOSKI who can bring out the freak in me
MURDER INK we kill ya no questions asked
and you see me wit TAMMY but I haven’t seen
DIONNA, DAISIES OR FABS hands
I SCRIBE during the day but with MANGUS KHAN I SCRIBE AFTER DARK too
THE VILLAGE SPEAKS to the INNER CHILD in me
While listening to the WORDS OF WILLIAM
making me want to do cartwheels and go play with MOLLY in tha park
sometimes I hide in my intricate moments of chaos tree house
over in KELLI SONGBIRDS GARDEN
then inhale phrases as I BREATHE THRU PAPER
only when my sheets are no less than 800 I scribe on Egyptian cotton
I can be seen verbally painting pictures at THE ARTISTS LOUNGE with my pen
Or dancing to NOIRS POETIC JAZZ BISTRO
MY VERBAL INK needs beast mode and meat tho as a MIDDAY FIX
gimme croutons and Italian style ink dressing
and all the salad bar fixings in BAD BOYS KITCHEN
I spyt ORIGINAL POETRY AFTER DARK gimme snaps claps and DAPS
my pen my pad is CHYNA BLUE I’m easily approachable
but still an UNWRITTEN LADY EXCLUSIVE I’m a concrete poetess
I’m an INFINITE POET that doesn’t fit in Sci-Fi genres
I can’t live in subliminal
I AM A POET AND JUST LIKE YOU…
I’M A PEACEFUL OUTSIDER EXPECTING TRUTH
so sometimes I just SPEAK YO PIECE on RE-VERSE wit ANDY
he gave me A SNAKE WITH A FLOWER
I SPEAK EASY WITH NYLA AND Q about any penned issues
you get advice and homework there
picture prompts and assignments
free-writes and pay homage and sometimes ...
sometimes I don’t ever post
I still like the inbox of most of you folks
and I drop it in there; simply smile like I just wrote a love letter
tell KELLZ GRAMMER I GOT SO MANY EMOTIONZ stuck in my chest
that the TAMMY JONES 30/30 snippet I’ll be doin it for a long time
hoping someday PLANTED DAISIES can help me CAPTURE MOMENTS
during my WRITERS FURY IN THOSE DRAMA HOURS
C. RILES IN KNOWLEDGE SAID KNOW THE LEDGE
This is why I CRY OUT with my VERSES because GODSENT
THE WATCHER OF 13 to look over me
so that I don’t become a VICTIM OF THE GAME AND GET MANIPULATED
that’s how LYFE IS… TODD SMITH can attest to that
these EVERYDAY STORIES I’m sure you heard of them before tho
I’ll be happy to tell you all about it On IBJB TV
meet me on the island of ST. CLINTON I’m a SPACE POET by heart
I’m a MADD WRITAH google plus me if you don’t believe it!
~~ IBJB
I KNOW I LEFT A FEW OUT
PICK UP WHERE I LEFT OFF AND KEEP IT GOING
