Shea Butter

My intro wore your body

out like the latest

fashions…

Capsules in tattoos,

Brain washed by

Someone so called taboo…

Someone I
Spy, that’s brown
Skin through
My glasses…

Crowned by

Your influence,

To Shine gold sunz

over me…

Jewel of the

Smile only

motivates

My Integrity…

Lables of silk

Stampede all
Over your figure…

I figured out,

If I stay on your

Heels, then

You will make
One man…

The fool of all
That is real…

Untied, tounge

Out like unlaced

Sneakers…

Funny that I,

Peep us, more

Then you could
Ever…

I can write

A courious

About
My Visions on
Loop…

Yet, visions can

Be very scary
When you can see
Beyond the future…

The truth…

On self, I pray that I
Don’t place a
betting…
chance

With a Russian

Rulete mind

Frame…

For I know, that at

At the end, I’d

Be the one shot
In the head…

With no chances

Of surviving…

When love at first

Write, is a pen
On paper.

Out of control.

The odds of me

Surviving Having

A hole in my

Head.

Is a metaphor

For trying to find

A soulmate

that will

Never end.

Without us…….

Hiatus Paralysis

These words are…

Only for the brains consumption…

A small creators mistake…

Mistaken…

Lies…

For truth…

Having no true value…

Like a house with no…

Cealings in the middle of…

Harricain season…

I seasoned the broth…

Surrounding that hot boiling pot…

I never fold under pressure…

So I wear a rain coat…

Coated in the flesh of my problems…

I got wet…

Its like I met my words…

Parents…

For the first time…

At the same damn time…

I brought pain to fruit flies in training…

Medications…

Meditation…

My words had a bench warrent…

The pages served it…

I’m only hear because I deserve it…

A waisted mind is the only crime…

My lines won’t die unless I…

Become another why That killed them…

No can’t or can nots…

I folded them Into a barrito…

I ate them in colors…

I ate them…

Because I’m not like no other

By the way…

Where the hell are my truck keys?

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…

 

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….

 

Gold Chains and Rings

(First and foremost… I’d like to say rest in peace “lil Game” and to the pigs who murdered you!  May they die in the worst way! Love you yooo and I’ll see you when I get there!💪☝✊✊✊)

 

 

Touch my hand between plexiglass… The big hand holds the small hand you have placed… When a man is down in helplessness… In any rocky situation….

A lion caught, caged brought to the zoo… He needs your plexiglass touch… Even if it frees him for 15 mins…

“Don’t talk!”

Just look him in his darkness without lips to tell…. Him something to give him hope… Making him feel human again…

“Down and out!”

Knowing he has you to… Get him through the bad times… Plus his darkness of days…

“You guys are liers!

“If you say men don’t cry”

What happens when the letters of love and promises stop? The ones you’ve sent him all along… He will stop caring about life and humanity…

“Throughout my personal experiences in life…”

 

The real women…

The strong women…

“Doesn’t have to mean physical…”

 

Just Strong enough to lead a man’s heart into the broken clock he became…

“He powerfully tick again!”

“Yes abandonment issues are real in human nature!”

Every women is made for a man vice versa… You don’t have to be physically there to hold him close… If he knows you’ll always hold him down…

 

 

Your love for a man…

 

 

“Because a real man is. A man with a back bone who protects and has heart! To give more then he receives!”

 

Only the strong survive…

If you love him truly…

Heal his heart and soul!

You shall receive his warmth forever….

 

 

“Those gold chains and Rings babeeeee!”

 

Old Maverick

No

I spyglass

 

Rations

run low

 

It snows after

 

Basic

becomes

a privilege

 

No longer

your time

 

No matter what

tragedy comes

 

It’s ok to be

afraid

 

To

be petrified

 

If you decide

to be like

the cube

you can’t move

around

In

 

That small room

 

Trapped

 

Doing the

samethings

others

Do

 

Strip your self

 

Everyones words

shouldn’t always

be

understood

 

Expressions

of mind

shouldn’t

Even

lay

 

Next to perfect

 

Your

more then

perfect

 

When you

decline

 

Perfection

 

Burn

the

paper

That pen

 

Then tomorrow

write again

 

Love yourself

more

for

the fuck up

you think you are

shallots

“Layers till you get to the good part…”

 

 

Mr shoot em up…

Mr Minor cuts…

Mr I don’t give a fuck…

 

Never the less…

He’s back for a sec…

Know fights or knockles cracked…

 

I’m just trying to get…

All the years I lost back…

Black on black boxed animal’s…

 

like danimals…

This cookie never crumbles…

When milk is chasing…

 

This one multiple…

Is a numb skulls teacher…

Can I reach ya…

 

From my lifes bleachers…

Faculty looking at my…

Factual, facial features…

 

“He’s no teacher!”

“he’s never been to collage!”

“He’s not a road scholar!”

 

I’m a boat flying…

I’m in the sky climbing…

Perfect timing…

 

On the grind now…

Realizing now…

That I will kill the stitistics…

 

Move forward…

Snatching power out of knowledge…

To power the minds of…

 

people in my dirty shoes…

I’m just like you…

let’s make major moves…

 

 

 

 

 

The U.S. Zoo

“Artwork done by me.”

 

 

 

Mistreated!

How can you!

Even call yourself!

A God fearing!

Dropping kids!

In!

Private prisons!

 

Killing fields!

 Domestic terrorism!

The people in power!

Ignore symptoms!

Throwing focus off!

Those beautiful!

 Hard working!

Human beings!

 

Crossing over!

The border!

 

They have no say so

Over there

Own kids crying!

 

Dieing!!

DIEING!!!!!!!!

DIEING!!!!!!!!

 

Having!

No say so!

From hundreds!

Of miles!

Away from!

 

 

I want to cry!

Sometimes!

If it were all the time!

 

 

I want to!

Seriously!

Adopt!

Every last child!

Torn apart!

From there families!

Bring those families!

Up higher!

Reunite them one by one!

With!

There!

Mom’s and dads!

If I could rob!

The government!

For a billion dollars!

They would  all!

Have free housing!

Health care!

From the harsh!

Brutality!

Violence!

Turn my self in!

To authorities!

Just to give them all!

A better running starting!

For the chance to smile!

 

 

No more badges!

Or round ups!

Like wild animals!

Torn apart from!

labeling!

Crying for freedom!

Seeking asylum!

For every childs!

Grand future!

 

 

 

Envisioning!

Violence!

When they dream!

Problems!!

They see!

 

 

These are not!

Sick dogs!

Or!

“Look at the flowers!”

Till blood falls! 

 

 

They will never be!

 

Treated!

 Unfairly! 

Inhuman element!

By sick disturbing!

Badges!

Handed over from!

Racist!

Politicians!

 

“Let those kids speak!”

Stop covering!

There mouths!

If you notice!

There Families never!

Get the chance!

To be heard!

By a reporter!

Riddle me that!

God!

I hate being a American!

 

POVERTY!

WAR!

THE STRUGGLING!

THEY ONLY SHOW!

THE ATTRACTION FOR TORRISTS!

FUCK FACTS!

FUCK STATISTICS!

YOU WELL NEVER FEEL OUR STRUGGLES!

TILL YOU COME HOME WITH US!

VISIT……….

💯💯💯💯✊✊✊✊

 

 

Round Table

“Have you ever made love to a real gangsta?”

 

Tough… Rugged… Ridget… Mastermind… To… Pillows… Hello… Drool… Slurp… Loud tapping… Waking neighbors… Up… If you have eny…

 

Some “males” say that… One place is imaginary… They didn’t even try… Maybe they can’t reach… That high… To please the… Fine wine… Back into… Gushing water…

 

 

At that ass like… Sweat pants… Sweat glands… Smokey… Misty… Intoxicating to the arousal… The  occasional… You never had…

 

 

Face down… Taken safely down… Nail bitting… After the first free trial… Looking back at… The pure uncut… Cocain like… Strengthening…

 

 

Screams that sqeek beds… don’t stop was said… Those twenty stars… Looks like it’s hurting… Yet… You enjoy it…

 

 

Hard like… Cheap vodka… Robbed the sheets… Right after… From the floor… To the couch… Maybe… Making it… To the bed…

 

Strangling the night… Will sober the day time…  We even act like primates… Can’t knock it… Till you try some… Sit on it… Sip something…

 

 

Substance is… Really X rated… Belongings… Longing for some experience… Long… Some… Or a tall valley…. Nappa…

 

 

Staff of Moses… Planted the flag… Left the cigar smoking… Sore throat… Sour cream texture… Hangs on the walls… Pounding… Pronounced…  Clap! Clap! Clap!

 

Dat… Dat… Dat… Is good… Stuttering… Earth quakes… Oxycodone… Numb relaxed… Submerging In to… The crease… Sleeps obedient…

Slap!

Slap!

Slap!

 

 

You ain’t even ready… For what you really want… When you get it… You will love it… Finding out what… You never wanted… Is exactly what… You really needed…

To make love to a real “400!”

Gangsta babe!

 

 

 

600th Post 6 Million Faces

Dead Man Walking

The last

will be last

Ask for action

You’ll get my laughs

I’ll get pass

Adjustments

From the past

Judgements

They say

The first shall be last

Or some shit like that

Cutting mirrors in half

With a sharp punch

Field slice or a battle axe

Let the race begin

This time

With me in it

Still sinning

Still equivalent to

A start

That has already finished

I ran in circles around the

So called competition

You can now see my ass

Twice

I’ve had a nice flight

Peace✌