Salt and Mud

You left me stranded

So I drowned in
Gun fire, Jack Daniels
And 40oz”s

Drama, flying saucers
Bullets lost in
brick walls

Lodged

In house furniture
Sold out slugs

Copper tops tree top
Pirus

Cookie cutters

My Dimu called
Them bookie
Butters

Like he
Had a speech
Impediment

Thats just Blood
edicate

Raised hell
A bit

To intelligent

In a cell a bit

Letters never
Sent never
Touched

like
They were
Celabate

You
Never sent
A letter back

The child
That was once
Beaten blue

Brused for
For nothing

By you

Clutching a belt
Shaped as a “U”

Ungrateful
And unfaithful like
Samson

So

I stay absent

Like you

Birddy Canary

I feel like

Silence is

The answer

To a mathematical

Problem

The equation

Space

To make

A novel

Praised

For the

Use to

Silence-err

Couldn’t see

What I mean

With a monical

You couldn’t

Feel my Words

With a key

To catch

Up with

the day

Locked

Out of

Thankfulls

And thank

you’s

Your own

Answer

Or is it

Protection

For what’s

To come

A mediphor

Unpluged

Giving you

The truth

In the

Feeling

Of what

Is why

I go by

And go

Through

As a silencer

No fake

Smiles

To pardon

You

From death

Till only

I am left

For Normalization

Bear with me…

I was never good with
Words. That’s why I
Barely spoken.

I knew what i wanted
To say. Then when my mouth
Opened. The words
Came out persecuted by contradiction.

I just want to be…

I’m not… I never will
Understand my ways
Or how I feel. Split
Personality, so we
Just talk to each other.
I know if I talk to myself
No one would make fun
Of or judge him….

Me…

You see…

I know this makes no
Sense. I forget numbers,
Dates, small things.
I struggle….
Every address I lived
I can only remember one of the numbers.

Bear with me…

I know I don’t make sense…

So frustrated, embracing,
Alone, sad, madness. All the
Sorrows with titles. Quotes
Like Scripture from the bible.

King James…

I’d rather gaze into
80 percent of the
Quran.

Maybe someone linked to a prophet…

Maybe a May bee sweating over honey.

I picked up a gun
Before a book. Didn’t
Learn to read till I was a
adult.

All praise due to
The Almighty. Blessing
Me with a paper and pen.
Yet they still don’t here me.
Like they never understood
me then…

They say I speak in
Riddles soo…

Riddle me this…

Decode my words!
Behold the thought!
When teeth don’t show!
That means my pen
Will be a tattoo needle for
Exposure!

My woes will be jotted!
You could snort them
In lines then!

Try to..

Bear with the two headed
Viper crying! Some
Thoughts crippled
Till my mind has delayed
Then deleted!

All I ask is for you to bear with me…

Believe it……..

“Why We Shoot Back”

Insanity…….

10 yr old grown men….

10yrs later…

10 become ten men…

10 out of 10, only 4 of them left..

10 year to life, some in prison for…

10 years dead or…

10 years in the feds…

4 of those 10 are left…

Those 4 even did time in prison…

For crimes they didn’t even commit…

Set up by police so it’s nothing to
Shoot back at them, before they kill
Us.

Can’t go no where, poverty issues so my family stuck.

Continuing to live life like no human being would ever want….

Never want…

As I yelled out!

“FUCKING KILL ME! I AINT GOT
SHIT TO LOSE!”

Shot down from the head, to the shoes, no one would even give a damn over lives we’d lose.

Only God knows the pain….

Of a short fuse…

As electricity cracks in the rain….

Leaving the brain to forever sink in blues…

Hatfield And McCoy’s

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I can remember the way you looked when I first met you…  I’ll be there to hear our song.

Ruffled feathers whenever I would let your hand go! Remember that?!

The hard days with bills unpaid. Lights cut off…

We played with candles and flash lights. Like Children!

Hahahaha…

Gains of silver toothed when you knocked mine out by mistake. Remember…

Permanently I do… Remember how on every Halloween…

We would dress up as our selves. Leave no candy out front.

We done eaten all of it…

Hahahahaha!

Do you remember Tales From The Crypt? Smooth hip hop and Saturday morning cartoons?

All our fav’s! X-men, Spider Man? Grown ass kids in love…

 

 

I don’t remember what happened to us?

I’m lost…..

 

 

The Ghetto Philosopher

Dry base music loud up passed…

Caught big fish to send them up stream…

Instant grits, politics to hold the mayor hostage from her own money…

Bought upset stomachs…

Mad gone mad wild…

A young child caused to kill someone…

Devils and demons scared of those lethal street professors…

That preach survival Gospel…

Hymn notes by morris code…

Of a King and Queen’s perfection…

 

 

Abortion of dead beat fathers…

Scandalous women…

Murder the man…

Body’s behind blinds…

That entered her…

Vice versa…

Common since can be your hero or enemy…

Compared to where you’ve been…

Can goods…

No organ foods here…

Starch…

Stout…

Stomped on coca cola…

Plus little boy brown…

Pigs who pull triggers to fast…

To count…

Turning my niggaz into oink oink killers…

That don’t give a flying fuck about…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chest poked out through vests…

Shirt of armor…

Sorry…

This is northwest…

We live in the land of clout…

100,000 gun offenders…

Rusty Ak47s raised…

In December…

These arms floating here…

From the backs of trains…

Cargo crates…

Automatically immune to tragedy…

Consumed by places like…

Charles Hickey and Milton Bradley…

The streets love us more then our mothers did…

Dads dead…

Or in prison cages for to damn many numbers…

 

 

 

 

 

 

Defiant gingivitis of the presidents mouth piece…

Jumps in to bed with far white wings,..

Excuse me…

Far right wings…

Becoming extinct for us…

Carmen San Diego is here…

Let’s leave with her…

Before the harbour of enslaved souls…

Bought…

Turning it into a tourist attraction…

Elephants in the communities room…

I’m gone…

 

 

 

 

 

Smile For Me

Someone today
asked me…
Asked me a
question that…
I’ve been hearing
my whole life…
Why don’t I ever
smile…?
This person
was sitting
in a chair on there
porch…
with there
company…
I looked up at
that person…
There company…
With my face
Already Spoken…
For its self…
I just kept
walking…
How rude is that…?

Why don’t I smile…?
I’ve been like this
since I was child…
I grew
up in a family that
was very wild….
Verry… wild…
I never had a chance…
Walking around
with my fists balled
up…
The person that
was supposed to
Be my protector…
A Rejector…
Always
beat me…
With a
thick black
belt…
He gave it a
Name…
I think it was
Mr bass…?
Sometimes he used his bare hands…
So ask me…
Tell me how could
Or why I should trust
another woman
or man…
Hopelessly scared…

No doubt, I’ve had
Many challenges my
whole life…
Moving
from apartment to
apartment…
House to house…
Even in the middle of the night…
I couldn’t
make friends…
manifesting my anger…
Within…

Golden rules in…
Different schools…
Into different
streets…
I dealt with heat…
Some shady folk that
wanted to beef…
A Fist fights delight…
Shoot outs…
In…
My youthfulness…
Daysss…
My life could
have been lost
in a blaze….

No matter how much
I hurted, ached…
I never received
hospital service…
Flash backs
from shell rocks
boulevards…
Blood stained candles
Lit…
Candle light visuals
left on the corners…

Some
times…
It mentally…
Physically…
Hurts to
walk past some
spots…
Thoughts of old
friends…
There lives
tragically stolen…
came to a closing…
Days
and months…
In and
out…
I’ve witnessed
The many deaths…
Had many tests…
Overtime
my…
Experiences
became my
facial expressions…

From
jail to jail…
Causing
my lifestyle
to derail….
Somedays…
Bad…
Horrible…
Worst-cases…
Don’t get me blue…
There were some
good days…
Just
more bad than
good…
The hood……
Magnified my
Expressions…
For good…