When The Heart Of The Bull…. Fuck It…. I Don’t No… Give It Your Own Title…

Snow storm…..

 

Snow storm…

 

Snow storm…

 

 

I….

Just…

Want…

To…

Be…

Inside…

Your…

 

Apartment for two…

I…

You…

No animals…

Outside is live…

Inside that comfortable smiles…

 

Lazy…

Baby…

Let’s get up close…

Personal with the strokes…

Hand guardian of the back of your…

Rhythmic neck as snow flakes…

Hits the presiputation on the window…

What’s that in my ear…

“Wise communication my dear…”

 

Layed back style…

lazy boy cup holder is the remote…

She said…

“Nah Ahh”

“You can watch me…”

Record player listening…

 

She didnt no who “Otis Redding” was…

So I took her back to enlist in night school…

Every track put her deep…

Connection energy with me…

Souls become best friends…

Best friends become lovers…

the lanes address…

Forgot the numbers…

 

The seasons…

The days…

My ways inscription on side walks…

Corner store walls…

 

I’m the strong stallion…

Sattle me up…

Ride me…

Provide that thing that…

They say is a ugly word…

Between two loves…

 

It’s the best love…

1 1/2 of it…

When the steam between the engine…

Cools…

The train will be back running…

 

It’s not over…

Like a obsessive Ex…

Her shoulders were like…

Golden harp tips at the top…

Grazed my hands…

Leaving abrasions…

Just like that bullet that grazed my index finger…

You graze into my in house patient…

The one who rarely gets attention…

You give all the attention to it with no problems…

 

Attention…

To…

My…

other…

Soul…

Connection…

 

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The Tiger And The Bear

The tiger and the bear….

The tiger…

Pardon…

law is law…

The bear shared the Tigers goals…

Even thoughts…

Which sparked interest in the bear…

The tiger cub was there…

Sweet innocent like harmony…

Aromatic poetry…

The butterflies danced to…

Almost like a mating ritual…

Bear…

Tiger…

Exitement…

Emotionless emotions…

Torn from the bears claw…

The bears heart ripped from out of chest by the Tigers faults…

The bear forgives…

The bear was never as strong as the tiger thought…

The bear was in love with the tiger by thought…

Body…

Mind…

The bear even mined his business when he wanted to ask why…

Why would you hurt the only creature that naturally cared…

The bear wanted nothing…

Only to see the tiger and tiger cub thrive…

Hurt from the Tigers chaotic life…

The bear really cared more then the tiger could ever imagine…

The bear wanted the tiger in the bears cave…

The bear respected the Tigers decisions to stay in its jungle…

The bear and the tiger…

Paddy Cake… Paddy Cake…

Osiris took me under…

The ocean was poseidons…

Hung from the trident…

Pitchforks up like growth and development…

Pale skin of an Egyptian…

Choked me from second hand smoke…

Judo chop the lungs…

Paralyzing my apitite for friction…

The only way I can make it out of hell…

Is to take the next bullet for a innocent…

Die…

Already half dead…

I smiled and said….

Is that it for blown trip wire…

Forbidden physcotics gave birth to lithium…

Numbing the feelings of any…

A Xanax type blanket…

Trying to sweep my voices herd…

Burn in the chimney…

My prison I.d. wrist band…

I can never be…

A…

New man…

 

Your Grown… I’m Grown-er!

She told me…

The boys only want her for cookies and milk…

I told her stay away from those boys…

There filth…

When the rite man comes along…

You will feel it…

remember your goals come first…

Don’t worrie so much…

Stay healthy…

Stay famous in your heart…

 

 

I sat aside on the side lines…

Coaching…

Helping her focus…

like a daughter or niece…

Long story wild! She fell in love with me. Im way to old for you. Way to damaged like split ends on dread locks.

19 years old… You’ve got so much out there for you. I’m not the one. I do care about you. Not like that…

My best friends daughter… See the thing is that your father approves of this. He is doing 60 years for his down fall..

look I will always be here…

For a red Camilla…

I maybe tough…

I always water the flowers…

With knowledge and knowledge of self…

I’m in your corner like stick up kids at night…

Your a kid still…

I watched you grow up…

I even took care of you…

Your mother to…

Remember…

It was cold out…

Y’all had no place to go…

Your mother is working had now…

She also has her own business…

Your in college…

I’m so proud of you!

I challenge you to make something of yourself…

I’ll try to live to see you well…

In my eyes and heart…

you will allways be my little one…

That’s where it stops there…

 

 

Rita Rita Cheeto eater… lol!

 

 

Dedicated to a friend!

A Torn Vision Crept

I think of you like those old war times…

Isolation was cold in my wet boots…

In home treatment…

Kept a man so warm…

I was a hot comb perm pressing logos and Locos…

Always coming to the sounds of you calling me…

Fresh stitching…

Your v.i.p. in to my car battery like mind…

you knew the reason it took time for memory to start up…

Shell shocked mind from battery acid…

Burned holes in my compassionate feelings or views…

You held me and my cries late nights…

Like a new born…

Sick…

I always reached for you…

Street fortunately I had fortune…

Breaking the cookie to see you…

My heart is a symptom that I feel when your gone…

Linger there from miles…

Never cheated cheap…

Never lied to a peach…

I won’t turn back…

I won’t think of war no more….

bye bye my birdie…

A Hopeless Ro-faker

I just want to no something?

Do you really love me?

Or does it just sound good to you…

Feel like you do…

Do you feel what I’m saying?

 

“I do love you…”

 

That doesn’t answer my question.

I move strictly off the sence of finger tips..

It just something about you that makes me feel nothing…

 

“……….”

 

Thanks!

That’s the answer I was looking for…

Just do me a solid and don’t call me no more…

Roxbury Rd

In here…

I never counted down the day till my date…

Where time doesn’t matter because your already doing it…

The worst thing I ever saw in this joint was…

Grown men that don’t want to leave there…

Psychologically it’s there home…

Turned guys into children all over again…

Told when to sit!

When to stand!

When to shower!

Watched by others…

Privicy is just thrown out like the left overs we eat for dinner…

Then lights out at ten after bunk count…

Something I can’t do again!

Have you ever herd a grown man cry in his sleep…

Boys who came in at 17 and died at 73…

Have you ever begged someone not to fight you…

They tried it enyway…

I knocked his eyes out the socket…

On the first day…

He had to get plastic surgery…

Rats squeeking in the hallways…

Tears of war wunds and war crys…

I don’t want to go back…

I don’t want to go back in there…

Just Kickin It With My Conscience

Women….

Underlined word of love or death…

May my conscience speak to each other…

Laugh laugh crying…

Tonight…

High crime to be me…

Man! Damn!

 

No love for a darker Van Damme…

Sam I am…

Sam I am…

A fuck up…

Or maybe I’m no ones type?

“Chris really!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

 

Damn conscience!

That was my good one!

The point is…

My issues conflict…

I can’t get hurt again…

She’s probably saying the samething…

 

Women…

Oh women…

I say to much…

I’m a dog…

I say to less…

I’m boring…

Either way…

 

No more will I complement…

I won’t give no…

“Remember back in the day speech!”

Human beings are sexual beings…

Natures little note…

To much?

Or to little?

I don’t no?

 

Do you no anything John Snow?

Fuck it!

I’m the king of the north!

West!

Where if you like a certain lady…

Chances are…

She has about six boyfriends…

None of them no of each other…

If they do…

 

1or2 !

There either there for a fuck…

There probably there because there sleazy to…

Why can’t it be all so simple?

 

I don’t need love no more…

Fuck it…

I’ll take a rental!

That means prostitute…

Hey!

At least I can pay her to love me…

Every half an hour…

 

“Oh boooo fucking hoooo!”

“Get a life!”

 

 

My Tribe

If life was a sucker punch…

You caught me off guard…

I still stand…

Songs say I was a pirate…

I went against my own government…

Under general to rise assembly…

My people will live…

This isn’t a gang!

Political bitches and bastards…

This is were the last tribe remains…

You could never stop us…

There will be always some one stronger…

To take my place…

 

 

On the other hand!

 

 

I drank Brest milk from a firm…

Motherland…

The land of tribes…

Just like tribe in new time…

Territory advised by chief’s of war…

Cooking up newsletter letters…

Up grading the steering wheel of stereotypes…

Throwing the blind off its strong senses…

They show us off as the villains…

So they turn our uncles, mothers and fathers…

To political prisoners…

Hints…

 

 

Huey Newton, Larry Hoover, Walter Wheat, Mickey Cogwell, Jeff Fort, Bunchy Carter, Assata Shakur, Marcus GARVEY, Malcolm X, T Rogers, Tookie William’s and etc etc etc….

 

With out them…

There would have never been a me…

Hood preaching, teaching the youth…

To be truth in whatever you do…

Have respect, manners and strength in morals…

Speak your mind…

Most importantly!

Never back down from shit!

No your rights as a us citizen!

You are not a fucking minority!

To all my little ones and shorrtys…

STAY EDUCATED AND GOD FEARING!

If you divided to go a different route…

Muslim or whatever…

Just no I will always be her…

Our tribe isn’t a gang…

So let me educate you…

 

Pastel Barrage

Non Trivial…

Bakery fresh sent on chest skin…

Crest to star salt shakers…

Bronze night on the breeze…

Vines that speak…

Record playing “Donald Byrd…”

This is more than a message…

Twirling the inner lock of your hair…

The thing I care for in a stare state…

Mind stopped…

Loss of oxygen when you…

I cant tell if your a wonder or just wonderful…

I obey…

Pop tart strawberry flavor…

Center of a white milky way…

For a sweet saber toothed…

Taken from your old prostatic love…

You remain my dearest cuisine…

Dine time for eating out…

Crazy baby watch me…

Send you to lullaby levels…

Smooth like sensitivity…

Nasty even…

Rating my passion infinite….