On Something

Her lips cracked the wind, when she spoken…

The unsorted open pit…

Now I’m hungry…

Or should I say hunger…

For… more… Of… her…

Her presence is a lesson…

To stick around for some…

Like wise convo understood like…

One of those love novels…

Favorites you pick…

We sit on Dimond layered, layed back on pillars…

Smothered with stars and chuckles…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The night ties a knot in the sky…

Wringing out the stars…

All over us….

So slow like a mash Mello drown in bath bathwater…

Sinking to the botton of it…

Understanding her touching hands…

I grip to her understanding across mathmatics…

Braille systems…

 

 

 

 

 

“I love to be challenged…”

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sign language that I never seen…

I felt it…

I know I may not make sence…

Yet I understand like table legs…

Twisting fingers…

Interlocking in…

Like gang signs…

 

 

 

 

 

“what hood you from?”

 

 

 

 

 

Her kryptonite night ingredience……..

I’m supermans weakness……

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The Hands That Dropped The Truth Chapter 1

  1.  I just can’t catch up to my sleep! Stuff crawling across the walls in my dark room. Begging me to join. Have you ever wanted to?Help a dead person?
  2. If you die…. Or try it on for size… Scared across the wrist… Vice versa left behind another figure. Just to feel the rush of your existence…
  3. What you know bout? Black roses on caskets! The starving Marvin’s on the planet! All that matter is a damn ceiling… Crumbling… Into hell…
  4. From sexualy abused mini voices! Face pale pilgrim’s! Dark plated snatched! Right out of the hands of hungry children! Everywhere…
  5. The dead beat death. I love so bad… The sadistic programs on devices we laugh at… Brain washing….. Back tracking like bears!
  6. Preditors after the misunderstood! The true predictors! The false pretenders! That wear white robes or… Bussness clothes! Flat shoes! Inside self no souls…….
  7. Bright smiles with… Dark insides… Black of the black! Dark of the dark! Facing me! In my dreams!
  8. Through transmission subliminal! Waves inter the mind…. Fried and freekeh seed the way we all think…….. I’m… Dayzed… Confused… I’m a criminal… Trust me if you want to…
  9. I’m the general of honor… At the top shelf of my genre X… Laying down the grown wires of giving and receiving respect…
  10. She looks at that man for his laughter… White teeth… happy go lucky smile… Then look at me and pass me by… I’m use to that by now…
  11. Keeping in mind that only the… Real recognizes… Real… Fake… Breaks down like parcel payments…. The looks on those scarecrows faces…
  12. Demons! Please! Don’t take her away! My dead Queen of! Reality… Realizing that… The only crime I’ve ever committed was……. Authenticity… Reality kills the weaklings… Using there own hands when hard times come round.
  13. Stuck on bandaid brands! Germs still stick on them plastic branded… When the unheard! Will alway be the pure! Handcuffed to! Chasing there own freedom! Justice for some…

Nevermind me…

Cuz I be…

From the slums…

Tons of gunz…

Drugz and funz…

Holding murder…….

7 x like my first son…

I don’t have one…

So I never held one…

May she live on through poverty…

Preach away through manifestos….

Manifestation of light that never came on…

I’ll proudly die with her!

Just for my life to move on…

With out her even asking…

I’m inlove with the dead…

Eternal sleep for the forseres

The only way to awaken…

Life or death….

Poor and struggling…

Loosing our minds…

with no support to hold us up…..

Life or death!

I feel like…

My bride…

Will always be my death….

Mind awakend…

You just wouldn’t understand…

This land isn’t even our land….

More and more…

The Rapture quitly advances…

Come and give me a kiss babe…

I’ll be waiting….

For fiery romances…

I love her………..

“Maryland Monroe”

Choose to love words…. They’ve never ran off on me… Also I choose to love verbs… They are not just a action word to me…

I can tell if your lieing to me.. Just by active words…

 

(Me)

“So they think that I’m a psychic.”

 

Yesterday…

So…

Many times…

I’ve heard those lines…

Through dreams or reality…

Crab lock minds…

Blind fold me…

Then ask me the time…

 

(Random Person I know)

“What time is it?”

(me)

“It’s time for you to get a fucking watch…😑👈!”

 

Please!

It’s not rocket science…

You could have every degree…

From every prestigious college…

 

Commonsense…

To some…

Is like honey in the ear drum…

Can’t even hear ya………..

 

“Hold on real quick!”

 

 

 

“Ok……”

 

 

“I just went back 300 sum odd posts ago…”

 

 

 

“I said this same shit…☝”

 

“In a different way!”

 

 

“My appoligies, to my wordpress family…”

 

 

“So….”

“What y’all wanna hear?”

 

 

 

“Oh ya!”

 

 

“I just found out what a stanza is…”

 

 

 

“Now for sum lovey dovey dub dub reminisan…”

“Ok…”

“A old crush…”

“Im going to give y’all some old stuff…”

 

 

 

 

 

She had a Diamond ducktail…

Whoooo! ooowh!

 

 

“Duck tails was a early 90s cartoon…”

“Goooo! Gleee!”

 

 

She was inlove with a mean mugging buffoon…

Ugly mug face…

Broken up from a open court case…

Still soaking up…

 

 

“I think that was mid or less…?”

“Like 2000 or something”

 

 

 

Afro-Saudi etched in me..

A me…

Be C…..

 

 

 

“Her ex boyfriend hated me…”

“so…”

He was no brawler…

Like A…

U… C…

He couldn’t beat me like…

A limp dixk…

 

 

 

“Shit…”

“Dammit…”

“Please pardon my french!”

 

 

 

Why me…

Out of all your equals…

 

 

“I was in love with a good girl so to speak…”

 

 

 

I turned her out when…

My hand went up the skirt…

10:27pm started…

Track and run…

4 something am…

Bubble busted…

 

 

“Every! after! day!”

“Morning…”

“Whatever you want to call it…”

 

 

She called me by my real name…

undercovers….

Damn!

She was one of the real ones…

Young women…

A year older…

Then I…

Promise to say I…

Kept…

My stove hot…

My heart pumping…

Overdosing…

Heart un-frozen…

Trojan golden…

Moved the sofa…

Like a evil omen supposed taaaa….

 

 

 

Young

dumb

and full of……

The hell was it?

I forgot…

Whenever you called everytime…

I got full and came over…

 

 

“This whole thing was (wack)…”

“Translation…)”

“Garbage…)”

 

“Hahahaha!”

“I don’t care!”

 

Monk Monk Militant

And now I rampage…

At a ground level…

Magma surrounding…

My feet…

Toes turn to daggers…

 

Plus size hand guns…

No need…

I’m what you call a…

Sniper…

With strong beliefs…

Long tree leaves hanging off me like a ghillie suit…

A…

F.O.I….

Bowtie, burgandy colored…

 

 

Loud like downtown Memphis…

I gasp naturally…

Plasma gas, gassed up by gasoline…

 

Nitromethain thoughts flammable…

Can and will combust…

Explorer of great explosions…

 

Born aries I’ve lived just enough…

To finally see all my people die around me…

My heart is…

The red like dot on the hind parts of a…

Black widow spider…

Neurotixons opon deaths…

Living these last precious moments…

 

 

“please keep your mouth shut and leave your gun on the dresser…”

 

 

So damn cunning…

If I where a desert…

I’d have a crystal clear water cloak draped all over me…

Bossed up….

Foolish money…

you can have it…

leaves falling off me…

Take what you can receive…

All I ever wanted sence a kid…

My own real family…

Till then…

I’ll lay with killers under the city of insanitys canopy….

 

A year older…

Wise beyond my history…..

When I die…

You better remember me….

Laugh?

Out?

Loud?

Word War 2

Sore hands…

As you push them away…

No answer…

You don’t know what to say…

That’s your answer…

I understand now…

Kicking and screaming in my head like…

A damn child…

Feeling denied…

My care about denied…

My where abouts denied…

My sweet approach denied…

I wrote a check…

You bounced…

You make me feel like I’m threatening…

Shot me down…

Shot me down…

I bleed out of my aching heart…

10 hours later when…

Your words finnaly set in…

I’ll never forget…

“I don’t love you…”

“And I never can…”

Laughing as I died inside…

It said ok…

I overstand why…

I didn’t…

To be truthful…

Then my next text…

She didn’t reply to…

For 4 days…

I sandwiched myself in between my…

Comforter, sheets and a dead beat…

Care…

Ran off…

I always snap back though…

Right back to reality…

Of why I will never love again…

I’ve felt waaaaayyyyy….!

Better sence…

Thank you…

You’ve created my greatest gift…

Of the inner knowledge that people ain’t shit…

😂👍

 

Word War 1

You couldn’t hang with me if you had a bungy cord!

Measuring bass….

Money’s what it takes….

 

Sending me a kyte….

I send back coded ideas….

On the street….

From a penitentiary cell…

In fenced…

A difference made…

The structure begins….

 

Floride!

On the souls of my shoes! Breaking away the blood scraped off boot decay! The root! Fruits! Beemer Coups! Lexus! Bentleys To Mersades Benzes!

I watched them!  Ride up and back down the street! The block in the early 90s! As a kid poor and dirty! I looked up to them! So what did you think I’d become!

Who did you think I’d be!

Years later!

Most of those players! Women and men! Died from complications! Were murdered in there own 4s and 5s! Pens! Needles! 9 millimeters! The Feds sence late 1999! Showing evidence! Getting high off there own suply! Servers and dealers became customers! Taking about all the money and cars they had!

Mastakes learned from these guy!

Investment in discise! Dirty money in the dryer! Some people wore wires! Then next week there tied up! Columbian neck tied up! Left! To bathe in homicide! Only thing left were toe nails, teeth and bad luck!

Then!

 

 

New words begun…….

 

The Eyes Of The Ak

I’d Ghost warp through walls…

To snatch you out of your prison…

Snatch the fear out of your body…

More…

Signs plural you don’t no which way to…

Go…

 

Independent…

Yes I know…

That often means…

She don’t want my help at all…

She walks almost past me…

With her bag to the right.

Sees me then…

Moves her purse to the left…

Or my all time favorite…

The phoney…

Look like they on the cell phone talking trick…

Than it rang…

“You look so stupid…”

When they started shooting…

Who covered the stranger acting like?

I’m a germ or something…

 

Who covered you risking his own life?

Almost dieing in the process…

“me…”

 

Not even a thank you…

 

 

I guess me saving your life…

Just bothered you…

 

(her)

Get off me!

I could have got down myself!

 

 

(Me)

Damn…

Sorry…….

 

 

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The Olive

Whats In that tomb?

I chime in on my own experiences…

Im blessed that…

Well…

I’ve made it this far…

 

 

 

On cruise control…

With my fully automatic…

Behind the wheel…

Steering…

 

 

 

It’s manual to pull triggers…

Magic!

Pop out of the cap trick…

Most of those ways…

I’ve driven…

Leading me to discover how I acted…

 

 

 

Compensating for the backs…

That others had to watch for there wellbeing…

I’m sorry……..

 

 

 

I needed tough love in my life…

Somthing I never gotten…

 

 

 

The children that were my age…

Played with toys and there friends outside…

I was…

I don’t really…

Have to explain…

What, where, why and how I played…

None of my friends…

Were anywhere close to my age…

 

 

 

Never have I been a…

 

“I’m about to do this or that!”

 

 

Type of person…

I thirst for…

Evening out situation…

From inside the Sahara…

 

 

 

Wetting shirts up…

Burning on fire…

Before bed time…

Tired…

 

 

 

With ties to a few neverminds…

Never smilers!

Never kind!

With the!

Rhythm of!

Listening to!

The smooth tunes of!

Pleading sounds from heathens!

Bound, hell hounded and Hiypacrits!

 

 

 

These demonic devils!

Who acted as if!

Now they are saved saints!

 

 

 

Painters…

Of push button murder…

Humming to innocent children…

So they can be killers…

Them selves by grade 8…

This grade A unscrupulous circle of life!

But I…

Live by my words…

Stand on those curbs…

Staying away from false examples of….

Real men…

 

 

Nothing like those people…

I’m never see through…

Helping hands to the youth…

To reroute there selves…

 

 

 

“Put that energy into something…”

“Something that will (BeN e FiT) you…”

“Something that will free you and your family from the struggles…”

 

 

 

Never be a me…

Be better…

 

 

……………………………………………….

 

 

On the!

Other side!

Of the tape!

Turned!

Around!

To!

side B!

 

 

Thee…….

Price tag on a…

Tsunami ripped…

Off…

 

 

 

That itchy shirt called…

Struggle…

She snuggles me…

She loves me…

She puts nothing above…

And I her…

 

 

I need her like…

My intestines…

She infests me…

Effectively…

 

 

 

Making miracles happen….

By making me smile…

 

 

 

“I never do…”

 

 

 

“So that’s new…”

 

 

 

Frontline present…

I stand on my own lectures…

Playing chance…

She’s always there to upgrade me…

Instead of criticism…

Or nit picking…

Till I eventual…

Go insane…

 

 

She never!

Try to scold me like a child!

She understands that…

I’m a man…

Even though I may be…

Fucked!

Sometimes Financially!

Inadequate!

She still boosts me up…

Like I just…

Won a baseball game…

 

 

 

At the table

She’s is willing…

Able to bandage…

My nightmares…

 

 

She is my life support…

 

 

 

Her name is…

 

 

 

“Fuck it…”

 

 

 

If I have…

Ms Fuck It around…

 

 

 

Nothing can bring me down!

 

 

 

Or stop me from…

Holding on to my old crown…

 

 

 

This brotha…

Can never be out…

Downed…

With you around…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Walking Air

A quiet place…

  • For my mind to encase…
  • Palaces My thoughts…
  • Alone I slept on spring water…
  • Wildlife talks to me…
  • Nature cradled my feet…
  • I merchanted off my woes…
  • Through my blood vessels…
  • No sounds of helicopters…
  • No sounds of gun violence…
  • No sounds of ambulances…
  • Tattered dead bodies…
  • Lying on the ground…
  • No sounds…
  • Only me…
  • My new home…
  • The grass…
  • Toads…
  • Stones…
  • Marshes…
  • Birds…
  • love…
  • Across my mangled…
  • Mind…
  • I lye down…
  • In my new bed…
  • By the creek water…

New…

World…

Ora…