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Sulē Cerdan
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You can have peace without resting in it.
You can have peace without resting in it.

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© Sulē Cerdan 2015

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A poet doesn’t need a mansion to feel at home in his own skin; A pocket full of money to spend every second with solitude as if it were a million dollar investment. Whoever said you needed a degree in mathematics to count blessings, clearly never inhaled a breath of fresh air before. Or a Master’s of Art’s to see beauty, clearly never looked up at a night sky or wrote a poem and marveled at it until the words almost brought tears to their eyes. This is not just writing love letters in a notebook...or talking shit, or a way to lure pretty women out of their panties. Even though all of these things make being a poet more interesting. This is spilling your heart on a canvas day in and day out for the universe to see and never being afraid to admit your afraid of being a POET. Because the world always challenges those that pose a threat to making the people realize how priceless their self-worth really is. 
But I guess im supposed to send God’s calling straight to voicemail. Or better yet, ignore it and spend the rest of my life burying hot lines in yellow pages and never seeing them spread their wings across the world like a phoenix. Dialing what-ifs, but knowing they won’t ever call back again. I can’t just hang up my future like it was the wrong number, or a bill collector. Nor can I just scratch this itch in my palms and go back to living life like paradise is a phone call away. And I know you only say these things to keep me safe. But once I found out that even blind people can see their dreams, I made a promise to myself that I will never lose sight of mines.
My dreams are not a bull’s eye for your insults. Nor are they a deep regret for you to bury me in. I know life has made a leash out of you, but I am a poem with enough lines inside of me to lasso a star and rope swing on top of the moon. Then marvel at the footsteps that proved impossible walked amongst us. You act as if being crazy nowadays isn’t actually a good thing. I’m learning that if someone doesn’t call me crazy I must be doing something wrong. Or maybe I’m doing the things you never had enough courage to do. I’m sure that counts for something right? 
Because I was once one suicide from becoming a bad memory. Two "fuck the worlds" from being its marionette. Three steps from turning my wrath into a crime scene. Four reasons to question Gods. Five full moons from insanity. Six whispers from a scream. Seven days of weak. Eight seconds from kissing my dreams goodbye. Nine tears from never crying again. Ten blocks from a nightmare...And hope never left my side once. Because it believes in me the same way I believe in it. The same way you believe these poems are make-believe... 
The other day, someone messaged me on facebook and told me my poem made his eyes well up with tears. And that just maybe, my poems will give him the strength he needs to pick his pen up again... 
So I know Somewhere these poems will mean something. Rather it be for the girl cutting her wrist to see if the pain will bleed out of her. Or the boy that traded in his superhero cape on his tenth birthday for a BB gun. Someone will inhale these words like a breath of fresh air and feel alive again. I know because I was once that boy tightrope walking over an apocalypse. With eyes fearless of death and hands careless of hope. But luckily I wasn’t brave enough to jump. And that act of cowardice is exactly what taught me the true meaning of courage. 
So if someone ever tells you to give up on your dreams again...just tell them its things out there in the world you can see, that they couldn’t even begin to imagine...  

© Sulē Cerdan 2015

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cJwW0v_v6VQ 

Oh Veronica...

Straddle all over me love.
Like a disco ball of sunburst
over a steamy bayou.

Back deeply arched
like a crescent moon.
Hair a Caribbean waterfall.
Sweat slippery and glistening
in the jouncing candlelight.

Bodies an african braid of soulmate.

i want your walls to be
my underground railroad;
my Secret Annex;
my muddy foxhole;
my dark confessional.  

i want to squeeze your
hips like a Reverend will
his bible on Judgement Day;
with the promise of
salvation leaking out of it.

i can taste your mother’s soil
on my gold digging fingertips.  

From your split ends
all the way down
to your french tips,
i want you to feel my
deep strokes inside of you
like a scuba diver painting
a vast turquoise ocean.

Just you,
me, and an
infinity of illusion,
my love;
fading to black;
like sweet dreams.

© Sulē Cerdan 2015

Zulus Vibrations

The sun blazes like 
hippies at woodstock, 
smoking my mahogany skin 
into a native ethiopian hue.
 
A dew of sweat coats my forehead 
and i gracefully disperse it with a swipe 
of absent fingertips like Shaq at the foul line. 

...321...323...325...

Shifting my tourist eyes, 
i search for 331 like a 
vulture does carcasses. 
Reading each address thoroughly 
like a pizza delivery guy.

Finally, 
i stumble upon a gated gap-toothed house 
and tentalively stroll down the paved walkway. 
i feel the funk spilling through the 
window-mounted fan like hot air. 
My heartbeat echoes the distant groove. 

i knock on the screen door like 
a throwback lunchroom table beat. 
The homie peels the door open 
like a phillies blunt. We dap-it-up, 
and then i glide through the rooms 
like i’m moonwalking on water.  

i nudge open a plain white door 
that reminds me of loose-leaf paper, 
and before i see anybody, i hear a 
groggy voice with a southern tongue, spittin’.

Right away, i can tell it’s a freestyle, 
so i dap the lit homies up, 
zone-out to the rhapsodic beat,  
and get lost in the vibrations. 

© Sulē Cerdan 2015

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The Ghetto's Ritual
There they go again.  Posted outside the Papi Store  with lucy’s tucked between  the crannies of their ears like carpenters.  Babbling lyrics from rap songs  while their arms catch holy ghost;  while the hour glass of their  freedom dwindles away abruptly. ...

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Real N*ggas || Spoken Word || Sule

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The Three Lil' Negro P.I.G.S || Storybook || Sulē

P.I.G.S = PAWNS IN GENOCIDAL SYSTEM

Interviewer: Artists are here to disturb the peace?

James Baldwin: Yes, they have to disturb the peace. Otherwise, chaos.

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"A Real Nigga sells drugs." "A Real Nigga totes pistols." "A Real Nigga goes to prison." "A Real Nigga gets gunned down." Real Niggas are our new leaders. They are glorified in every ghetto throughout America. They are praised, revered, and admired by Rappers. Children look up to "Real Niggas" and aspire to one day follow in their footsteps. Some even believe that all of the Real Niggas (real men) are either dead or in jail and that everyone else walking the streets are just squares who have no idea. They have no clue how detrimental their ignorance is and has been to society. 

In this video i challenge US to question OUR reality, before it completely destroys US and OUR environments.

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Interviewer: Artists are here to disturb the peace?

James Baldwin: Yes, they have to disturb the peace. Otherwise, chaos. 

The Three Lil' Negro P.I.G.S || Storybook || Sulē

P.I.G.S = PAWNS IN GENOCIDAL SYSTEM

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Blog: http://sulecerdan.blogspot.com/
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© Sulē Cerdan 2015

Interviewer: Artists are here to disturb the peace?

James Baldwin: Yes, they have to disturb the peace. Otherwise, chaos. 

P.I.G.S = PAWNS IN GENOCIDAL SYSTEM

Noble Era's Info
Email: thenobleera@gmail.com 
Website: http://www.nobleera.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/nobleera

Sulē's Info
Email: suleiman.soul@gmail.com 
Tumblr: http://soulofadream.tumblr.com/ 
Blog: http://sulecerdan.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/TalesOfSuleiman
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/suleiman.cerdan
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