Ronald “Rony” Lys
Rony has lived in various Brooklyn neighborhoods since coming to the borough from Haiti as a young child. An impressive polylinguist, Rony studies and pulls inspiration from a variety of languages including Creole, Russian, Italian and German. He hopes to create poetry that provides youth with positive direction.
Stories
Poems
Institutionalized Kings
We wrestle with what we used to be
We place shackles on our emotional and psychological well-being
Hoping to relive what we perceive to be our glory days
No guidance no direction no expression of our basic human needs
But the very ones who look up to our ancestors leave us to be a lost nation
We lose consciousness of natural laws
One brief moment and everything we have is taken away
Lost
In some cases forgotten
We force our memories to alter time places situation to the now
Brand new beginning
Metamorphosis transforms beings and to superhumans mad cool people with the dope personalities
Facebook Twitter high 5 illness emotional trauma physical trauma sick people with sick minds distorted process of thinking learning adapting to new surroundings new people a sense of who they should be
As a result institutional kings and queens are born
Endless callbacks demand playing out a life with no hope of anything good wonderful or Great
Restless thoughts
Blank feelings
Men broken beyond remedy,
Striving to retrieve the best left from tragedy.
Fighting to maintain what is left of integrity
Survival of the fittest created with the grand design
Wrong place wrong time these are the words echoed by many
Under the watchful eye of our associates
Cornered like a dog
No honor among thieves
Cause-and-effect with extreme measures
Words have power so does a gun with a bullet with your name on it
We visit those places with the sweet and sense of frankincense and myrrh to get ahead of our adversaries that would change their lives forever
It gives comfort a sense of normalcy
We hold on to that malignant curse of getting back
Illuminate exterminate with no apologies / do them before they do you
Don't be mistaken by my cool charismatic demeanor fool you
Don't get in my way don't be in the wrong place at the wrong time
At last, the question arise and I ask myself why do imprisoned birds sing?