Mortally Immortal

Foreword

Thank for patronizing in the material that has literally taken me years to write. I decided to write these volumes as a representative of my life and my reflections throughout society. I have grown and shrank while writing this book. Only through my burning perseverance and guided commitment to completion have I been able to get this in your hands.

This book is a true segment of my life. How my brain thinks, what I desire to no longer see in society, hope for people to relate to, and ultimately get a fresh sense of a man walking through the corridors of urban America. I wish for people to smile, get teary, weary, and ultimately a bit more conscious that people need people. Reality comes in so many forms it can be hard to explain. I have tried to explain my reality the best way it was perceived at that moment in time. I have had the opportunity to have grown in a loving home, receive a strong education, and work for some of the most world renowned firms before and during the writing of each volume. I have had the opportunity to loose my faith and pick it up ever so stronger. Being able to lose yourself and power back up is extremely difficult and requires love, pain, sacrifice, attention, detention, trial and tribulation. I sense this is a beginning for me, and all that the words of this book can place a positive impression on the reader. I believe people are blessed by their differences. Since every single one of us is different we achieve our lifelong goals differently then any other; if fortunate enough to not steer onto the wrong path. I feel God inspired me to write these volumes and merge this book.

The covers of all the volumes; including Mortally Immortal, are all derived through my lifelong dreams in which I feel absolutely blessed that they were able to catch your attention. The covers are illustrated by a most talented artist, Mr. Mark Martel. He was able to take my vision and methodically create a colorful and illustrative story. If not for the diligence of Valencia Mars I would have had an awesomely difficult time reviewing and proofreading the volumes. I believe she did a great job throughout our rigorous editing cycles. Finally, I would like to thank Mr. Clayborne Thomas for an awesome photographic eye during the photoshoot.

I give special thanks in all things to my father and mother, Lawrence and Ernestine Greene. To my brother; Earl Greene, who actually inspired me to write. To Magdalena Dolbrus, a woman that has inspired me throughout this long journey and kept me focused to completion.

I hope everyone enjoys this book in some form or another. Please feel free to contact me or even stop by and sign my guestbook at www.lawrengreene.com. I look forward to hearing your comments and any future recommendations.

Thanks,

Lawren Erneston Greene

Visibility through Invisibility

Volume I

Flowers in the Ghetto

Driving past the beautiful scenery…

Rich men do not live next to me…

As far as I can see…

I have witnessed a change in my community…

For some odd reason the trees are different…

The flowers barely bloom…

Hell, I am just happy to see a lawn with grass…

Do not be mistaken from a distance…

Broken bottles and empty wrappers in place of a flower garden…

The ghetto is evident…

No time or money spent…

No making living conditions better…

Local officials practicing pseudo politics…

Turning the other cheek on the streets…

Imagine that…

A city full of homes with rose gardens, perennials, and lilies…

Flowers need the sun to germinate and grow…

Bees feen for crack from the corner store sugar shack…

Why can’t flowers grow in the ghetto?

This is not Green Acres…

The place where the bourgeois flowers want to be…

They want to be in suburban lawns…

Caressed by fawns, squirrels and rabbits…

Not in the ghetto…

Where the sidewalks are witness to bad habits…

Foolish dramatics…

Families that just do not give a damn…

But wait; on my street we give a damn…

I think we give a damn…

I want flowers…

I have a couple bushes in my yard…

Hell…I have a lawn with grass…

No glass is broken on my street…

Some of us do care…

Sitting on our porches the sun scorches us…

But the flowers continue to grow for the season…

Although I have not seen a dove fly past…

I am surrounded by big pigeons and the usual dirt bird…

They fly in herds prepared to eat my flowers…

Not this time...

I am protected with a cat that can react…

Always wondering why so many cats roam the streets of the ghetto…

They are in packs…

Watching over once was…should be…and will be…

Flowers in the Ghetto always made sense to me…

The Train Ride

RING…RING…RING…RING!!!

Snooze…

RING…RING…RING…RING!!!

Damn…another morning to take it…

New day to break it…

Getting a bit chilly now…

I promise next wake I will definitely hibernate within the covers…

Thinking about last time the Love was there…

Only thing on my mind now is that ride I take…

That ride I am barely awake…

The routine…WHO CARES…GET THERE!!!

Welcome to New York City…

But before I get up, and out the door, gotta take the hit…

Let’s rock, off the train to NEW ARK…Power Up!!!

Hmmm…which car will I get into today?

One of eight cars…six times a day…

Choose one…I will take this one…

What to see…it is real crazy…

Looking at all walks of life…

I saw my last mayor on the 2nd train 8th car…

Praying to the Lord, eyes closed, thinking about why crime pays…

HAHAHAHAHA…

Next to Journal Square…

That is my third rail transit out of six…

Each train has an average of 2.5 stops times 6 trips…

Damn…how can I stop in transit 15 times…in one day?

Before I even get anywhere…

There is an order even for the disorderly…

I am in the perfect position to review the situation…

I see all types of animals in this jungle of a cage…

This morning I swear I sat next to Mrs. Rage and Mr. Aids!!!

The sign clearly says "seats reserved for handicapped and elderly…

But when I look around…

They are all standing next to me…

One car holds a tight 50 to 60 see…

Times that by eight…

Is an average of 400 possible new faces…

I could get a chance to see, if I were a car hopper…

Man would I be popular…

I see on my fifth train back, water beneath us…

Another bridge parallel to the track...

Got my back to the wall so everything is in front of me...

There is no telling if this woman is a man standing next to me...

So I keep quiet….watch…REMEMBER THE TEARS OF A CLOWN…

One more train to go…I will be back in my town!!!

Last train always helps me to reminisce…

Since it is always the longest…

Sitting back I think of what to do…In life…

All the loved ones and things I went through…

Everyone I owe and edged out…

Light to darker sky above…

No more time to play…

I see now…

Let out all the spirits that boost me…

I know the spirits have not left but they amplify my situation…

Carry forward and reduce the temptation...

This train is a voyage and I understand what it represents…

Is this my life?

My life my struggle…

My path, my directions...

The many segments that I walk into to ensure a secure transport…

‘Cause best believe I am getting off that train…

That Train Ride…

The Sun Will Come Out

Indefinite space we visualize; for twenty years I have been, the sun has never come out. I shout out quietly in remorse of these unjust facts. Now I am mad since the time is now and the place is here. Think twice in concerns to my twisted madness. Stop the madness, for these lines will only truncate immortal thoughts. Since the issue has been pursued the mood is right, and now I have to jest to confess. (E=mc2) on my natural elements but still I remain infatuated with reality’s dim lit forecast. If the sun does decide to shine I will be alerted by The Kamikaze. For in which now I have proclaimed myself to be the Daredevil.

Up heave this thought and let us march at the speed of light. Time is short and we must feed. Life is not forever so we must bleed. Indeed I have tried hard; my scarred face bears witness to this marveled universe. Getting tired and weak I feign to see the sun come out. If I am sleep do not wake me up for my best sleep will be in a hearse. Been cursed by the best but still I remain. Stop wondering for I have nothing compared to what you have. I am still mad because I am here... with them. Friend or foe my mask is on tight. I have even contemplated sleeping with the enemy to feel that burning sensation. A nation of millions cannot stop a covertly sneaky bastard. Realization of the simple fact that the Sun Will Come Out is but a mere clue in the cipher masters mystery.

Lawren Erneston Greene (11-10-96)

You Are Not Like Me

You don’t walk like me…

You don’t talk like me...

You don’t run like me...

You don’t eat like me...

You don’t see like me...

You don’t read like me...

You don’t move like me...

You don’t spend money like me...

You don’t sleep like me...

You won’t die like me...

You don’t play like me...

You don’t get sick like me...

You can’t love like me...

You can’t hate like me...

You can’t smoke like me...

You don’t smoke like me...

You don’t think like me...

You don’t have sex like me...

You don’t make love like me...

You don’t breathe like me...

We solve problems differently…

Truly we live a similar lifestyle…

But you are not like me...

Broaden your vision and see me....

You cannot be me!!!

Lawren Erneston Greene (9-21-96)

Stupid Gangsta

I am so in the game…

Cry purple tears to show my fame…

It is insane how it is me versus society…

White Man’s Burden is undeniably…Taking everything…

And calling my brother deranged…

But it is scary, car jack in Bev Hills…Hail Mary!

NJ driven to prison for the social eviction…

Behind bars, taking on scars, homies in bars…

For the love of stolen cars…and plat chains…

But what about the Bitches?

Used to be the number one heat…in the Chicken Olympics…

Peep statistics…

Most cats strolling, smoking Tron, engaging in the Bunzathon…

But where was he???

Homie used to be next to me...

Stupid Gangsta…

Now I got to watch out for you…

Cause you got crazy…

Confronting the boys in blue…

Not the flu, but that was sick…

Yet and still, the hit was quick…

Turn it up a notch, scratch the glock and shoot…

Trigga happy Nigga…

Tell them to fill the bag…

Problem is when we out…

You could not run with the bag and glock…

Cause you were tripping from the sag…

Dag made me sad when blue got next to you…

Cause I was out…100 miles and running…

Stupid Gangsta…

Every scene has a witness…

I witnessed everything…

The smokescreen was clean…

The entry was nice...

But what happened…?

I saw the glaze…sensed the craze…

Truly amazed when you decided to blaze…

So now I sit at the grave…

The victim from the moment of truth…

Homie, she was at the booth…

Was not couth at all…Nothing to do with it…

Stupid Gangsta…

I will pay my homage and keep moving forward…

I will see you in a lifetime…

No point running from blue in the blue waters…

They never knew about me because you held the grudge…

Now I got a new occupation…

All about vacation…need to live without crime…

Have an awesome recreation…

Stupid Gangsta.

9/28/05: LEG

Hard Shine

The day will come when…

Light shine turns to Hard Shine…

In the darkest time…

One day the norm will transform...

In solitude we conclude…

Wicked media...

Rudeboy not the mood…

Get a clue dude…

My suggestion came through recollection…

Peace through war…

The breed needs protection…

Go ahead and teach the lesson…

Seeds for resurrection…

I am inclined to take a long climb…

Just to see the Hard Shine…

Be quiet…

Rain eases my pain...

No-one was there…

Beware!!!

How dare they handle this way…

Who cares if they stare...?

I am a wanted man anyway…

Can you relate?

Like coal to diamonds we transform…

So they can tolerate...

Destiny versus the quiet storm…

Why should we hate?

Babies without the nursery…

A slow recovery…

Micky slipped in the bubbly…

Now they are in trouble see…

Chics crying for alimony…

Doctors coming for surgery!!!

Now all this troubles me…

The dim light strikes back...

No time to react...

It is a tricky situation…

Only time allows the Hard Shine…

Let us see clearly...

Better yet, close your eyes…

Re-create the fooled mental state...

Plaguing our nations…

Words of wisdom diluted…

Counterfeit if repeated…

Only athletic reporters get blown up…

Unwarranted cats get shown up…

Hungry men do hold ups…

Now hold up…

And wait a minute…

All Hail...

The mighty rebel we seek…

Only one holding the key…

Representing the street…

Shall inherit the Earth…

Moving up to the peak…

At who is watching…

Lost soldiers forgotten…

Bodies soft and rotten…

Kings and Queens picking cotton…

Damn we must have forgotten…

All the hard times…

With the Hard Shine…

That is my last line…

LEG 2/1/06

A SOLDIER MOVES

A SOLDIER MOVES EVEN WHEN BLOOD TRICKLES.

A GOOD SOLDIER WILL UNDERSTAND HIS MISSION AND PINPOINT SPIES AND SITUATIONS OF COMPROMISE. IT IS IMPORTANT TO BE AWARE OF TERRAIN. A GENERAL SHOULD BE A WISER MORE SEASONED SOLDIER. WHEN THE PRESSURE BUILDS ONE MUST BUILD WITH THE PRESSURE. IF YOU BUILD THE FOUNDATION PEOPLE WILL COME. WORDS COME ACROSS SILENTLY IN A LOGICAL WORLD.

THOUGHTS FROM LEG 3/5/02

Soul’s in Trouble

I will be loving you from a distance in a jail cell…

From heaven to hell and back again…

I will be back again…

Friend or foe we all were there…

I saw the eight mile stare…

Something must have been on his mind…

Now I really see the situation…

Hesitation complimented the thought…

The Speed of Life is a function of sound…

At the last second we could not pull back…

We kept moving forward…

Babies cry…

Soldiers die…

Warriors move forward…

Generals generate strategy…

A king maker can go anywhere…

Honestly, the last dragon is still breathing…

I feel the battle has just begun…

Oddly enough, I hear the screams of men…

As the sound quickly transforms to the cry of a newborn…

Most men have not witnessed the dragon…

But you and I were a team…

We battled through thick and thin and…

Endured the large step for mankind…

But man…why did they let you go?

Why am I here?

When I know I will be back again?

This Invisible Caste System is visibly socio-economic…

Now I am strapped in the new Wild Wild West…

Where the jails are Super-max…

And facts become keys…

So please follow the new yellow brick road to Oz…

War and Dinner

Before we went to War we had Dinner…

Today was no different than any other…

War was inevitable…

War stimulates emotional tensions…

To the point of emotional devastations…

Through War we lose sleep…

And reach periods of instability

But through War...

We are designed to compare components and adversaries …

Yesterday we ate Dinner together…

Today we are at War with one another…

How many people can continue to eat from my plate?

What is today’s date?

Is the moon in proper alignment?

For today we are destined for struggle…

Within military confinement…

Can you tell me where the red wine went?

Or is our mind bent…

Within this camouflage tent…

I hint it is time to eat Dinner…

Remember the table we eat at…

We break fast to skip lunch while we play these War games…

It is insane to destroy all things in our path…

To topple and flatten…

To blast, mutate, and bomb…

To starve, destroy, and harm…

Nevertheless, in the aftermath…

The nuclear family disarms…

With words of charm and integration…

Democracy only magnifies segregation…

Pass the bread and butter…PLEASE…

Pass the ammo and throw bodies in the gutter…PLEASE…

After this War, Dinner will be great…

Making sure United Nations decides the plate…

This is better than making up…

After a bad date…

I hate to propose but what is for Dinner?

Depends on the War and who was the winner…

Friend is my Foe…who gets the first servings…

No matter how much hurt, guilt, or relational anguish…

Dinner is deserving for all those that compromise…

The Chefs are war mongers...

They spice up the white lies…

Steaks with Mass Destruction…

They instigate their desired herbs and seasoning of choice…

When War is done and playtime is over…

We sit and consider…

Is his name really Jehovah???

Was it about the name that drove us to fight?

Was it really the other woman?

Causing this to ignite…

No matter what…I am hungry…it is time to eat…

Let us talk at the table…

Who will we feed?

Who is next to concede?

War and Dinner is great…

To eat you must bleed…

Lawren E Greene 9/5/06

Power of Broke

Every man is not rich…

All men are not equal…

Check the sequel…

Rich man, Poor man part two…

Broke is Powerful…

Cain was able…

To change the world…

But never wanted to share…

Without hesitation…the rich split…

Good versus bad…

The Power of Broke was formed…

Seth’s lineage…

Through God’s sanctuary…

Was sacrilegious…

Seems the Indigenous are always flooded out…

Poor blood always taints the rich conscious…

Hypnotized by white lies and illiteracy…

In the ghetto…

Still claiming conspiracy…

All hearsay…

The hierocracies history…

It is really primitive…

But still visible…and haunts me…

20th century means a lot to me…

400 years segregated us from freedom see…

Loss of language and jewelry…

Now we import shiny arms and legs…

From the motherland…

Since the ancestors we do not remember…

Can no longer stand…

Cannot even hold us down…

Diamond Kings and Queens…

Supporting AIDS distribution…and crack fiends…

Imagine these scenes…

Hard to populate…

But with welfare…

Government cheese…

Is always on our plate…

Big Mac and large fries…

The meal we now value…

Watching the news for clues…

For when the empire strikes black…

It is a HIP HOP Parade!!!

This is a joke…

The Power of Broke…

The life that is spent …

Less than two cent…

Money causes cavities…

The root of all evil…

The military’s the primary lender…

Front lines are colored and poor…

There is nothing good…

Coming from the liquor store…

Million man march…

One giant rally…

Man without woman…

Rich with grand salary…

Each dynasty toppled…

From the poor within…

Junk in the trunk…

Phone cards and penis pumps…

Who has got the largest…?

Sneaker closet…

I bet…not you…

Maximized in a four by nine…

Bare minimum cannot feed us…

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…

Music video junky…

Forming militias with super soakers…

Pushing radio projectiles…

Against youthful trajectories…

Destroying our own leased properties with neglect…

Suspecting respect in retrospect…

Suggesting The Power of Broke …

To secure the dream…

Life is not all what it seems…

Lawren Greene

9.15.2006

Self Inflicted Sickness

You know the deal, you know you…

I don't think you understand…

Why pull away from what you want?

If that is what you want…

You would only be hurting me faking…

I do not think you understand what I am saying…

It is definitely not about me…

I have multiple understandings to what you are telling me…

I am the other side of the mirror doll…

Do you know what that side looks like?

Its grey…no one cares about the other side…

Because they are too busy looking at their own reflection…

Just making a statement…

You know I am not leading you on…Right?

But I also know you have your own life; in between distances…

I knew what you were about before we ever met…

But it does not change your character…slightly…

It somewhat does not though…

Because you keep on hitting yourself with your own Self Inflicted Sickness…

We all have our own sicknesses…

I do not breathe…

I inhale your positivity and cherish your spirit…

I am not here to take the negativity…

But I still take the negativity…

It lights my fire while Smoke Fills My Air…

I am not scared, the world just happens to be filled with negativity…

My Sickness…I love the negativity…it makes me stronger…

My Sickness…I love the smoke…it signals me…

My Sickness…I love the drink…it speaks to me…

I disco with Cisco and Crazy-Horse takes me to the Dance…

Mad Dog is on punishment so…

I had to stay in school and learn Old English…

I know the good die young…

So I will wait for you…

I know the lucky take no pain…

So I would rather be unlucky…and clumsy…

So you can see blood transform to sweat…

Most not ready for survival…

But with Easy Jesus I am not going anywhere…

I laugh watching the battle…

Because I cannot wait…

Loving to see what the heart really pumps…

I get sick off not coming back…

I hate looking back…it gets me sick…

I get sick off of not quitting…