I hope I can stay here… If not… Fuck it…

Knock knock!

Then the call to me after…

“They said they want to talk to you…”

For what…

“Some bullshit…”

I laughed a these fisher men…

With badges on chains…

I’ve moved away…

An changed…

Still I remain…

The bad man in discussions…

Nothing matter when you’ve…

Been down this body slammed road…

Situations common like this…

I can’t even blink my eyes without…

Being pulled over an frisk…

Stopped on the street…

“You fit the description of…”

Let me guess…

A robbery…

Suspect…

Guns to my face…

Then released without even a…

“Sorry!”

Maybe I’m just in the wrong skin…

Or maybe it’s just a coincidence…

All I know is I’m use to my rights…

Being abused…

A grown ass man on time out…

That’s there plan…

The American dream…

When I can…

I’m getting a passport…

And getting the helll…

Out of this lemonade stand…

When life handz me that lemon…

Bye bye uncle Sam….

Baltimore City Homes

Guess where I’m from…

Cold like Goldie pimps and police… I morn over the men and women I grew up with… Even the paroles, please give me time to breathe, while I bleed… Out… On the street… Blood thickness glazed over where the children play over… It… Kick starts into Pre-kindergarten… In the picture was a deadly grim scene behind me… Like the president behind the podium… Corruption… Trying to get by under poverty so I… Robbed, stolen and sold like how the country was formed… What was mine today… Only time and God can say when it’s my time… So, while I live on… In this snow storm of fire… Im design for hellish climate… My life means nothing yet… I will surely stand up for progress… Nothing provided… Prisoners with in a project lab rat shit… Are in the city making noise like a helicopter crash, clash of insanity from my past… Creeping up on my future fuck it…. Lets go out and play in bullet rain… Aim, pull it, aim… Is the forecast for today… Showers propel back until a quiet silence… Till someone falls, no spring ups… Summer into winters dinner has none….

Mississippi River

What can I do…

When the feeling is so mutual…

I see you…

Ducking and hiding…

Don’t blame me for not noticing…

Just noticing you

Apologetic…

Heavey magnetic…

Inner drawing…

The energy…

Energetic…

Holding a bright catalog…

Like listening…

Hearing pipes sing like…

Old apartment heaters…

Tink tink tink…

Description is some skin…

You only see in the Amazon…

Tribal eye balls…

Might cause a…

Fire disired…

The pressure in my legs up…

I’m getting hot…

I need a check up…

Check me out…

I’ve walked through a…

Brick wall…

Looking at the body of…

Thick sliced spring water…

Signals in my mind jammed…

Like you through a chaff grenade…

Damn your so beautiful…

In your body is a outrage…

In a salad,dressing bowl of…

Fresh everything…

Even miles…

Uneven…

Eventually smiles…

For one reason…

Eye contact…

No Anesthesia

A crisis…

Terrorism…

That seriously needs…

To be abolished…

Acknowledged…

Not private…

 

 

This grease fire of evil intent…

Needs to be….

Fanned….

Flames more…

Attention and exposure…

 

It could be your…

Mother….

Sister…..

Aunt….

Grandma…..

Cousin…

Damn….

Why…………….

 

FUCK THAT!!!

Consequences should be!

Death!

 

 

Castrated without anesthetics!!

 

Fucking scabs!

That need to be pulled!

Offed!

 

BITCH!!

Bleed to death!

 

 

 

I’m sorry…

I can’t rest knowing….

That…

Out there…

Somewhere…

A girl or women…

Is being brutally raped…

Tookin………

 

 

Touched and molested…

 

 

NO!!

Let’s not hide this shit!!

Let’s ride for this shit!!

Fucking riot!

This is war declared!

These!

Creatures!

Carbon copy men!

You just as can’t be a father!

You were born!

How can you do this to a mother!!

 

 

 

I rather kill him!

And him and him……..

 

Smiling…

As I rot in a prison…

For a murder conviction…

If I could take ten men out!

With my bare hands!

In one day!

That’s ten less preditors on the streets!

Check your head count sheets!

 

 

What about her tears…

What about God’s gift…

What about those children…

What about there fears..

How the fuck can you live!

 

 

Let’s talk about it…..

Let’s walk about it….

March in peace…

With fire on our feet…

Yell in the damn streets!

about it………..

 

Fuck is you talkin bout!!

 

 

Riot!

Get violent!

For justice for the brutal violence!

From the suspect number…

187…

 

The real issue stay…

Set aside to decay….

More bodies…

Everyday….

Thats is swept away…

Dust………

 

 

 

Tell your daughters!

Every second….

You love them…

 

 

 

WATCH THE AUTHORITIES DO NOTHING!!

WATCH A BY STANDER OR WITNESSES DO NOTHING!

HER BEAUTIFUL COTTON TORN UP ON A SUNDAY!

 

 

Nothing……………

 

 

 

The rapist….

A preditor…

A theif…

A manipulator…

Weakness is what they seek!

 

 

It gets worst…

People whisper…

Saying things…

Whore……..

 

AND YOU ARE THE VICTIM!

 

While it only takes seconds…

For a group of demons to!

Hold her…

Down…….

 

Shot her consent…

Psychological…

Oven mits…..

 

 Innocence…

Demolished…..

 

 

Screaming for help…

Attire ripped up…

Finger printed….

 

 

Even if she lives….

She would probably take her…

Own life…

If…….

 

Or!

Say enough is enough!

Becoming a soldier!

In this fucked up world war……..

 

 

 

 

Death by firing squad!

To the dick and balls!

Pause……

 

 

 

This is dedicated to T. B.

And all the victims and case dismissals…

Your voices will not go unheard!

Your all in my prayers!

I love you alllll!!

Stay strong!

 

Cinder Block

Give me some groceries!

 

I’ll put them on my shoulders…

Only….

If there’s to many for you to hold up…

 

Antifreeze…

Frozen or frostbitten…

I love being the solver…

Problems are a force that…

Never loosens its grip…

 

Tough….

Bricks don’t break…

They just get chipped away…

 

 

 

Mean to outsiders…

With a heart bigger then Fenway Park…

 

 

Mocha blend on a honey stick…

No concrete roses…

Just sky dwelling…

 

Picking the only rose…

Growing out of a black cloud…

 

Down…

I know…

Trying to look like your on uppers…

Deep within you…

You only…

Want a equal spirit to love you…

Trust is hard to gain these days…

 

I won’t go off topic…

In category five hurricanes…

I will still hold you down…

Just stay down…

With me…

 

Then watch as we…

Us…

Come up…

Like them two towers…

Producing mind food like a…

Feeeeeeed!!

Uppppp!!!

Chow lines…

No GMO’s…

No G.I. Joe’s…

 

Lines blessed like those old…

70s with no cut…

 

Defrosting……….

 

 

Roy Ayers (Everybody Loves The Sunshine!) 1976

“My number 1 favorite soul song solid!!”

 

 

My song…

Peace and soul…

You feel the beat…

Like the sun on your back…

No sun screen…

For art thou melonin…

Crazy talk…

Fixed into lady earth…

Damn you looking good in that sun dress baby…

Fell from one heaven…

Two eleven…

You choose to move into my blessings…

Bragging to myself…

I couldn’t help it…

The wealth is…

In the eyes of…

All elements…

List to this solid…

Beat…

It’ll tell ya…

All you women and fellas…

Tunes from Omega…

 

As I Sleep… In Anothers Dream…

Cold here…

 

My bed lay within your crainium…

Lock cracked open…

Things…

 

Things inside of you…

Somewhere that you never speak…

Of…

You can never denie it’s there….

 

What I b’s is…

The slithering into your…

Unseen that I see..

 

Special needs…

 

Paralysis…

Venomous…

From my…

 

Tongue…

 

The ruler over your tonsils…

The leader…

Of the heat…

 

That tingles in…

 

Swirving over the outer spine…

Goose bumps…

Like a relatable song liked

 

I am bad for your healthcare like…

Swine…

 

It is now the time…

For the dream to end…

As you awaken on a wet bed sheet..

Falls…

 

Mattress…

Detached…

From what’s a bubble…

Or is it a…

 

Life in reality…

What’s fake…

Or just how it should be…

Blessed…

 

Where is the rest…

Of sins…

Of the…

 

Flesh…

That thou shalt not….

 

“I may die in battle but I will never lose the fight!”

“Gun jammed

He lost his life

In hot sands……”

 

 

 

 

Still I wanted to be a paragraph…

 

Sitting on the soft side of my eulogy

Preparing no pictures for the inside….

 

 

No good times!

 

 

Mind was permanently layed off!

 

My casket will be a tin can

With a nickel and a penny in it!

 

 

Can’t even play a fucking Jukebox!

 

 

“Shirt worth a damn juice box!”

“Sweet Dreams Are Made Of These!”

“Who the hell am I to disagree!”

“Lol I love that song!”

 

 

I’m the land mine out of my damn mind…

 

 

When I finnaly die in battle

It will be from eternal life…

 

 

Since I fell from God’s kingdom wings Smokey black on both sides…

 

 

I’m trying to keep that side A

From side b turning my cassette tape

Into one million degrees!

 

 

 

This beautiful pain

Will be my victory…

 

 

I don’t need nothing!

 

 

Or a unknown known sprocket to do shit for me!!!

 

 

If you want to pitty me!!!

 

Do it by dieing for admitting our cause to live means you never gave a fuck about me!!!

 

 

Our corpses will kiss for a ment to be moment……..

 

“To

Be……”

 

“This will be close to a victory……..”

 

I trust know one or nothing trying to get close enough to me!!!!!

 

I’m just dry rotten dabree………….

 

The 7th

Cast drapes over like blind messages decoded…

North Dakota cold…

If you can’t decode the message…

Then you start to think the words don’t make sense…

 

 

What makes sense is…

You didn’t even try to…

Have a sense or build…

You give up…

To…

Easily…

That be your character…

I’m not interested in…

 

 

You may admire…

The way the words flow…

Look or sound…

Soundproof…

If you close off your mind…

You become your own distraction…

 

 

Not knowing the artist by mind…

Defining…

The name tag…

The colorful emotions…

Of pure mental talent…

 

 

“You only like what makes sense to you…”

 

“Crayons and pop up books…”

 

 

Hey…

Nothing wrong with that at all…

Don’t get me wrong…

Me…

I’m just the type who will…

Stares at those words…

All day…

The life like painting…

To say…

Wow…

 

 

What I perceived wasn’t even…

In a vault or a safe…

It is a writer’s safe place…

 

 

The safest to express no boundaries…

Those who can understand…

The pen lost in white blue or black…

The cordless phones of my times…

 

 

“Ain’t even no code…”

 

 

The code is not in the words…

The code is understanding…

Your own mentality is…

The key…

 

Don’t think to hard…

The words are right there…

The expression is what you need…

Focusing on…

 

 

The difference between artwork…

Paintings and such is…

 

“None…”

 

It’s all just poetry…

Expressing yourself into glory…

Life is in the mind…

The art is the seance that conjured up…

The awakening….