The Red Word in the Blue Mind: Volume: 1. Revelations of My Time Here

By Xlibris US

The Red Words in the Blue Mind is a poetry book with recordings of either live events of my life or someone that I might have known. In a world of politics, romance, war, social events, religion or just the successes or failures of ones life the read word is looking to relate and reach different individuals on different levels. These words are meant to meet the poets poet to their door come into their lives and inspire and motivate. The motivation is to blow your mind in the realm of poetry, Words have no color but if they did then they should be red like the words spoke in the bible by Jesus.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499049411

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Copyright © 2014 by Marvin Thomas.

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Rev. date: 07/15/2014

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Too Far in the Dark

(3D) Discovering Destinee’s Dream

4Ever

4ever and 10 Days

For Just a Moment

Fifth Street

23 and 1

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A Bird’z-Eye View

A Dream Deferred

A Good Way to Go

A Li’l Taste of Heaven

A Pimp’s Promise

A Mother’z Worth

A Place with God

A Teenage Kiss

A Thousand Julys

Acquainted with Love

Aliens

An Outrage

Artistry of War

Awakened

Babies Raising Babies

Beautiful Whore

Between the World and My Eyes

Birth of an Idea

Bitter Sweet

Black Renaissance

Blasphemy of the Ghetto

Blasphemy of the Ghetto 2

Blind Beauty

Butch

Climax of God

Close Your Eyes

Cocoon

Constipated Crying

Crackhead

Crack Law

Crescent

Criminal Minds

Dark Side

Dark Twisted Sick Fantasy

Daydreams

Don’t Want to Die Alone

Dusk to Dawn

Elephant in the Room

Elites in Front

Eulogies

Even Thugs Pray

Everythang

Eye Candy

Faithful Atheist

Fallen

Fame

Friendship Blues

Friends for Life

From Almost Nothing to Almost Something

From My Mouth to God’s Ear

From the First Moment till 4ever

Goddamn

God Is My Witness

God Is with Us

Gone with the Wind

Henpecked

Hey, love

I Ain’t Going Back

I Am Legend

I Know Why the Caged Jailbird Sings

I Know Why the Grass Grows Green

I Will Always Love You

I Wish for Stacy

In the Depths of the Soul

In the Ever Night

Infamous Projects

In God We Trust

Insanity in Prison

Insects and God

Into the Ethers

Is That Rain?

James

Kissing Cousins

Kiss Then Burn

Know Who You Are

Last Words

Lay Me Down to Sleep

Lexus SC300

Long Gone

Look at My Archives

Looking through a Fishbowl

Lord, Have Mercy

Lost in You

Lost Mind

Love Addict

Love Affair

Love behind the Church

Love Letter

Lover of the Sea

Magic Woods

Man on Fire

Masterpiece

Marvin and Stacy

Marvin in the Mirror

Model Inmate

Moment of Truth

My Most Private Thoughts

Naive Virgin

New Blue Horizon

Next Door to God

Nigger

No One Cries for the Little Boy

No Rhyme, No Reason, Just Depth and Despair

Occupy Wall Street

Ocean of Tears

Once in a Blue Moon

Out the Bus Window

Out the Closet

Pandora’s Box

Perfect Storm

Pigtails to a Woman

Pillow Talk

Political Picture

Pulchritudinous Cancer

Pure Love

Rain

Real Man

Realest I Ever Wrote

Remember Me

Rest 4 the Weary

Revelations of My Sins

ROME VII

Romeo and Juliet

Roots

Sacrifice

Scorching Nights

Secrets

Shoot First

Silent Wars

Simplest of Joys

Sky’s the Limit

Snowy Hills of West Virginia

Soft Poem

Some Kinds of Lonesome

Soul Sister

Soul Train

Soulja’s Theory

Splendor of Cordova

Star from Heaven

Stolen Kiss Lingering Legacy

Storms That Always Calm You

Stormy Nights

Suspicious

Taste of Freedom

Thank You!

The Curious Man

The Darkness of God

The Day I Rest My Eyes

The Emerald Essence of Life

The End

The Fading Rosy Scent of Life

The Infidelity Crash

The Last Love

The Lifeless Body of Gaddafi

The Man with the Broken Glasses

The Oil Lady

The Pain of Nat Turner

The Project Balcony

The Road to Redemption

The Rose That Grew through Concrete

The Rose That Grew through Concrete Part II

The Taboo of the Snow Bunny

The Taboo of the Snow Bunny Part II

The Unquiet Bed II

The Ugly Truth of Beauty

The Voice That Walks

Through the Eyes of God

Thunderbirdz

Tonight

Trail of Tears

Tribulations of a Ghetto Child

True Love

Tupac

Unborn Son

We Left Him

Werewolves and Vampires

What a Beauty

What Crack Did

What in the Devil

What Love Is

What Shall I Write?

Whatcha Lookin’ at Me Fa?

When Loves Becomes Rancid

When Loves Runs Out

Whites Only

Why Must I Go Away?

Willie Lump Lump

Winter Love

Woman of My Dreams

Wonder Years

Writings on the Bathroom Wall Where 2 Men Lived

X

Yellow Wallpaper

Young Bum

Acknowledgments

I would like to first give honors to God for making this project happen and for keeping me patient through the years from even in prison to life back in society. Special thanks to my wife, Stacy, who has been there for me from the beginning when I was in the halfway house and lifting me up; she truly is my one and true love. My two stepdaughters, Chellsea King and Brittany King, I send a special thanks and I love yous for giving me a chance to be in your lives even when it may have been tough at first. Thank you, thank you, Mom. For my mother, Gloria Stokes, who has always encouraged me to do whatever it is that I want to do in life. She is truly one of my biggest supporters. Also my stepdad, Jerry Stokes, who has been around as long as I can remember, thanks for treating me from the beginning like your son and making my mom happy. To my dad, George Purvis, I thank you for instilling in me the will to work for what is mine and what an honest man is supposed to look like. Thank you Pastor Gregory Black for always being my friend and spiritual leader. Thanks goes to my older sis, Tina Wright, for displaying my poems at work and continuing to encourage me to write a book. Always had my back, sis. And also my baby sister, Jeriesha Stokes, thanks for being so loving toward me 24-7 and my family. You are definitely a star from heaven. Thanks to all the guys that encouraged me to continue writing my poetry from behind the wall, you know who you all are. Special thanks to Claudius Grayson for being a good friend during a time of need and even now. To my eighth-grade teacher, Mrs. Gainer, thank you for believing that I could actually do something with my life. What you said to me about having strikes against me already before I even get started stuck with me throughout the years. Thank you to all my coworkers at C.A. Barrs Contractor and Sellers and Sons and for those who hired me for giving me a chance to get on my feet when I got home so I could get started. Thank you, thank you to all my aunts and uncles, nieces and nephews for showing love. Very special thanks to my grandmother, Ethel Thomas, for help in raising me and instilling in me values and morals. Also for putting up with my mess when I was young. Also to my grandma, Irene Broadie, thanks for giving me strong values and keeping me in the Word. To my cousins Shawnee’ Neal, Derrick, Kevin, we rise together. Thanks, Dan, for being there for me when I needed you most. My cousins Det and Ty and the rest of my cousins in which I got so many, it would take all day to name you all, forgive me if I forgot anyone. Let’s stay positive and keep moving in the right direction.

Jewel #154 There are a lot of sick minds in prison who seldom get the mental health treatment necessary for recovery; except they are diagnosed, treated, and given a fair shake. Then they’ll be left to their own devices, returning back to society worst off than they left.

Too Far in the Dark

Is it too late for me? Bibles say have faith as the grain of a mustard seed

Hope is all you need, and I can make it, make it to the other side

I have not yet arrived. I’m cast so far in the dark it got me feeling leery

Rest for the ever weary, but eerie ears hear screams telling me to get up

Seems I’m stuck in a muck. Why do we position ourselves in such a bad way?

Is there hope for me? Where is this extraordinary light? ’Cause I want out

I stumble all about, searching for something familiar to hold on to

What must I do? Screaming is just wasting precious energy I’ll need later

Back to my creator, I look to help me out of this utterly gloomy night

No need to fight, just take it easy, relax, and so I just let it happen

It’s what I’m trapped in; this secluded cell of a hell is confined solitary

Beyond scary, this nightmarish scene is punishment. What can prepare me?

Am I too far gone? Feel frozen and alone is this dilemma

No more fright in ya! All one can do is accept what he sees

And expect to wake up one day, and these become memories to grin at

With you and a friend as you lean back and just relish the freedom

Don’t you think, if one was to follow me out, he would be glad he did?

But with a kid mentality, he’d rather lag behind in anguish and despair

I tried to prepare them before I faded as the flower of the field

My zeal was not enough to get ’em out even if I too was left

And since death is promised to me, I search for a mind to ignite and spark

But we are not all meant to make it; some are simply just too far in the dark

Dedicated to Trenity and

Destinee Wright

(3D) Discovering Destinee’s Dream

Within each of us is a destiny.

Within each of us is a dream.

Funny it seems, without flapping one wing,

That I learned how to fly.

A sky wide open for takeoff,

Are you ready to break through wind and ascend clouds?

Crowds will gather around to see us.

Oh, how they screamed and shouted so very loud.

Some will point and peer through their hands to block the sun

At a chance to glance at an amazing someone,

Eyewitness gazed where destiny got off to,

To witness where the trinity of dreams come from.

4Ever

There’s nothing more beautiful than a soft drizzling rain

That covers the project like a baby-blue blanket

There are actually angel tears washing broken beer bottles off the streets into sewer drains

So the children can play in the water without getting cut, having a good time

With raggedy clothes and saggy diapers the scene almost looks divine

Time is always against you. Don’t think it’s ever with you because it never is

As kids think time is forever, so they are tricked not knowing no better.

The splashing and sounds of laughter is music to my ears

For years I learned the hard way on the trail of tears

Inside this system facing my worst fears became crystal clear as a starry night

Overshadowing the prison compound that seemed murky

With darkness but beamed in a little light

Have you ever just looked out at it, stared at it, and marveled at its magnificent picture?

While your hands are behind your head and smile,

Only for time to sneak up on you as you laid back to grab and gitcha

There’s nothing more sensual than a cool breezy wind

Breathing on you in a trailer park like a mother blowing on a child’s bruised chin

To take away the foggy clouds of uncertainties

And say, Baby, it’s going to be okay (forever)

I’ll be out there watching over you for all times no matter where you stay.

4ever and 10 Days

We met up in the underworld

Me and my girl chained together to face our demons

To awake late at night to hear victims screaming

Come to find out it’s only me while I’m dreaming

I wonder—did anybody notice me?

Locked down in a paradox, in different cell blocks

Talking to my female friend, hoping I don’t get shell-shocked

I stop and remember where it all begin

To reach our highest height, we must descend to our deepest lion’s den

Then rise up so eloquently among thieves in this world of sin

True friend, will you be there when I need you?

I hope you try

Even in the pits of hell, baby girl, you caught my eye

I knew, I knew you were an angel sent from God with wings to fly

I thought it was only a tattoo of a feather

It seemed like it took forever for you to come by out of the sky

In this poverty-stricken barren desert of a world

To this concrete jungle of a federal prison I’ve arisen

It’s like being forced through hell to be a felon and then return again

In the days after ten, I’ll shout I win after years of being gone

From a million dollars bond to what took what seemed like

forever, and now I’m home

Inspired by W. E. B. Dubois

For Just a Moment

Sun brighter than it’s ever been before.

Heels sore and callus, and hands stand in the light.

Can you believe it! As we all gaze at it.

Is this for real, is this really happening, and is it true?

A rush of wind gust through; everybody smiles.

For just a moment, stand awhile in silence.

In amazement, in disbelief, are we free?