Cradle Beside You

Black bandana tied around my eyes while you introduce me across paths. You stop and untie the scarf. You enhance air quality. Enjoying the moments around my sidekick.

You stay by my sweatshirt close to the right side of the chest pains. You unvail your mirror of half innocence to me. Thin see through glass frame I wish the whole world could see.

The many ways of expressing your consistency of towards me is sort of a mythology brought to life. You are not an object. Your the equation solved to make the perfect under goddess. Alive you are to the eyes sight.

Looking at your kool-aid smile. Then you put your hand over your mouth. Revealed the ring on your finger.

I told you I love the mirror. Up to the glass kissing me without lips. I pull you like a rope close to me. My strong hands connected to your waistline. You giggle like I tickled you. Dropping kisses like mixtaps all over your black sands and clear slippery waters.

I use a raft to paddle to your…

Through your…

Then crashed blind sided by rich botanicals. Rotating us like the wheel of fortune. She braces herself for the ride for she is my crip-tonite turn vice versa travaling devoted future unfolding.

A King Beyond The Streets

A long winter wool coat draped down to the flo. Tommy broom sticks concealed within ready to blow. You have made a noise loud enough to make the whole city know. Never step in the way of him in black coat.

Dazed… 

Staring at what you left under the rug. Fast cars like stage coaches. Chased while galloping through the hood. A man with absolutely nothing to lose and no cards to fold. Behind the steering wheel of a pitch fork. All bathed in dripping gold.

This is the only man who can turn a bad Avenue or Blvd block into a quiet safe zone. Without swinging nickel plated frustrated enders of life’s splinters. That needs taking out as quick as word of mouth.

Moving around like drug currency from the south to the north. To the north to the south. The bait car moving up from the south to the north and back to the south for more. The man was made of pure organization and trained thought by core.

He is the only man left in the city with pure heart and never bending a knee to any.

He is a hybrid of anarchy with in hybernation that can wake when tried of patience.

He is just a man…

A human…

When Opposites Become Alike

You too close to me!

Give me twenty feet!

This is your warning!

For those concerned!

Shhhh!

Everyone quiet!

I’d love to give a special toast to my anxiety.

My minds panic fuse blown since birth.

We’ve Been together for so long.

Over thirty years!

You’ve kept fist swinging on every and anything alerting to my senses.

When you and anger team up.

You’re a tool for actions unexpected times unexplainable.

I know you better then all and this toast is all to you my love.

I hate loving you!

I Want The Money Now

Hesitation…

Is know good…

Testing patience…

Don’t do it!

Hunger can turn the lights on to violence.

Heated!

Walking around with lent in his pockets on pins and needles.

Needing!

Not wanting!

Nobody ever gave him nothing!

Not even the last crumb of a blueberry muffin.

This is now the barrel of the gun man.

Wanting everything!

Leaving nothing!

Hands to your side…

Gun to your chest…

This ain’t know test….

You better just do what’s best…

For you!

Begging For Heaven

I want to know, how do you feel?

How was your day?

Do you feel alone and sad at night?

Are you happy?

Are you crying?

What is your favorite color?

What is your favorite food?

Do you like to be held or hugged?

Are you the type to kiss and tell?

Do you believe in love or not?

Do you have a hot spot?

How is your family?

Do you have a family?

What is your favorite season?

I want to know everything about you. If there is something you want to keep to yourself then I’ll respect your silence. I want to walk through your trail that never ends. I don’t play games or leave tear stains for you to blame me for. I want to stay everyday so we can move on. I want to make you earthquake from my every thin touch. If you love me like I adore you and love you then let’s make it official. Putting the stamp on our love sending it. To the hand of a priest ready to release the powers invested in From speech. Can I be yours till we cross heavens doors. Sincerely your smiling clouds above. Kiss me twice so I know it’s real. Kiss me like the first time you could remember how it felt to truly be loved again. Kiss me love and let’s join hands and hearts I solidarity thoughts. Turning cement into concrete solid evidence of love and heavens existence. Forever!

Respect The Photographer Before You…

Why are you smiling at him?

You better stop!

It makes him nervous.

The last time someone smiled at him. He shook there hand. Turned around and got flashed by a well manufactured camera.

When the picture came out of the poloriod camera. There was no one on it… Just blood on the pavement.

It’s nothing personal if your smiling. Just don’t smile at him. The last time someone smiled at him…

He got a camera pulled out on him and placed to his forehead. Only this time the camera didn’t flash…

He was in his jean pockets and took every thing he had. Never smile and show teeth to a man like him.

The last, last, last time he seen someone smiling at him… A dark colored car with dark tinted windows rode past him

Slowly. The passenger of the dark car rolled the window down and was grinning at him.

The dark colored car drove past him up to the end of the block On the corner. The man in the dark car hopped

Out of the passenger side of the car while pulling his ski mask down over his face in the middle of June.

He…. Ran up to him with camera set on automatic taking lots of pictures of him. Missing every shot as the one dodging

Then ducks in between two cars.. The shooter ran out of film and flees off on foot running up the block.

The shooter got no pictures of him…

Let me tell you something…

Don’t ever smile at a man who’s been through war and more…. The last, last, last, last time someone smiled at him…

Four guys with hoodies were walking down the block toward his car. The four guys had their hoodies pulled over their heads.

The man in the car could only see the top and bottom rows of one of the boys gold teeth.

Before the four boys could pull their cameras first and aim at the man in the car.

The man in the car leaned his seat back and reached behind the passengers seat quickly pulling out his camera like paparazzi ready for action.

Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash! Flash,flash! Flash! Flash, flash! The man in the car leaned I’m the window seal of

The car with his camera and took the pictures of three of the four boys attempting to take his picture.

The man in the car went looking for the last boy that got away around the town. He was very desperate to take his….

portraits perfectly….

Before the man in the car could get to the last boy that got away. A week later he found out on the streets that

The boy he was so desperately looking for… He found out that someone else took his picture.

Let me break it down for you. When you smile at a paranoid, shell shocked soldier who’s been in a mental casket for some years. Resurrected only when his camera goes flashing souls in captivity. Standing up and re walking through the past tense of cruel battles. He knows no happiness, no love, no relationships or friendships. All he know is how to take cameras apart, clean them, put them back together in seconds. Load it up with film and take nothing but head shots. Picture Perfect to the memory.

Please wipe your smiles away in the presence of a man like this…..

 

 

To Succeed At Light Speed

On top of a cold mountain peak is where you’ll find me. The freezing temperatures are like a father. My insulated winter coat hugs me like a mother. Three months it took for me to see. The very top of the mountain peak. I’ve always went where no man would dare go. Even if it meant walking through six feet of thick white snow. Their were no seven dwarfs at the top. Just a flag from someone else marking the rarely seen spot. I’ve made it through so many avalanches. At least up here I don’t have to pay taxes. I went straight to the top like your favorite hit songs. Doing what I had to in order to survive the blizzards and snow storms. I’ve seriously came far enough in my life. To me this is only half way. I’ll keep walking as far as the skylines the very next day.

I know I’m only human but nothing will ever stop me!

Embracing The Footsteps Of A Royal Bloodline

Hood royalty…

I had to find my feet. Match up with defeat as a youngster. Fight after fight after fight. I was a small child. Losing every fight horribly. No matter how scared, beaten and brused I got right back up and moved on. Later on in life I would find out that I was litterally the golden child of a royal hood family. Everybody knew my family but me.

A strong respect was formed some years ago by my family in the city and prison systems. Earned by paying dues from actions of pure strength, inteligence and power. When I grew to my teenage years I could see the staring of people in the block and Damn near every where I went. I could even here some of there words. I ain’t going to lie. I felt like a young Hollywood star.

Every older person knew me before I even knew myself and what I was capable of. When I had advanced to my late teenage years to my early twenties. Most of my royal family were incarcerated, on the run from authorities, strung out on dope or just plain old vision out of sight. I got older and realized that I wasn’t young no more. I’ve gotten way bigger and way more aggressive and thorough never losing fights anymore. Truthfully no loses taken. No matter what weapons or weak strategies that were used by my foes.

I ran with… Stood up to the worst of the worst till everyone respected my very presents. I felt like the Prince of my kingdom. It was then when I found out who I really was. A warrior!

A true warrior with the bloodline of famous men. Real stand up brick wall sculptures of hood royalty. There statues still remain till this day. No one in the city could ever surpass them no matter how much work they put in…..

Finding A Way To Calm The fury With In

I’m still trying to recover…

Im still trying to get right…

I’m still falling.

Trying to grab a hold of the new ages.

A unfinished prototype of a man with no feeling and no compassion trying to transition to a normal future! Interactional and compatible rearranging my thoughts into love and not flames.                                                          I won’t go to far. Medicating between Wellbutrin and Bupropion. Sertraline to walk the type rope to hope. Please don’t fall… Hoping to God when I’m in public that know one bumps into me or look me in my eyes a certain way.                                    They say I’m fucked up… Seroquel won’t even put me to sleep. My mind skips a beat sometimes when I hear old songs. Triggering flash backs of a savage nostalgia.                                                             A child that knew no real punishment untill I met the true devil.

I don’t go far… No mirrors, pictures or clippers to shape my life up. Cutting off the ties of the guys that I once looked up to as a child.                                                 Now all dead and gone or getting high somewhere strung out creeping through the back Windows stealing only to satisfy there drug apitites.                            Some of them are doing maximum time behind the iron bars or on death row awaiting to die slow.

Can someone tell me the reason for a prison sentence of life plus 75 years? Do you have to die twice in order to come home and see your kids?

This is the prototype of a man Trying to transition.

The Old Days Of Young Passion

You woke me up with your cold soft hands running down my chest. You touched lips with me then you got out of bed to make breakfast. She had a white tee shirt on and panties and my red bandana socks.

Baby….

Please lose the socks!

She laught lifting the shirt she had on and smacks her sweet thick thighs a said. “Kiss this!”

I smirked and gave her the middle finger. She picked up the white plastic salt shaker and through it at me laughing. I gotten up out of the bed wearing my grey and red sweat pants and white tee. Advancing to my target. While she was cooking the eggs and bacon. I wrapped my warm arms around her body kissing her in the neck… Her hot spot… She said to me.

“Baby I love you so much.”

“Please don’t ever leave me.”

I replied…

“The out come to that will only be what you make it.”

“Respect me stay loyal and never lie to me and we wont have any problems.”