“They think they know”

They dooo…
They think
they doooo…

You don’t listen
You compare.
You brush me off
Like you don’t care.
Clarify this shit…
As My diagnosis
rolls up off anothers
Tongues…

like
Water off a leaf
That’s weak…

Let me make it
Clear to those
Who won’t and
Don’t understand
That the issue
Can’t be compared
To you self
Diagnosis of me
Or yourself.

Boxed in a
A box in corner…
Small walls
I can’t peak over
Them.
With out…
I dare you to
speak… Making
Me more lonely…

“OH just do some breathing techniques and exercise. “

Ok that’s fine!
but It only
Last for a little
while!
You wonder why!
I Don’t smile!
I just
Need a stronger
Dose im on
Enough meds
To take a bull
Down!

Make me bitter
At all repetitive
remarks!

You!
Don’t!
Know!
Me!

Let me tell you
How it feels to
Be me!

Relationships/can’t
Going out in public/won’t
Being surrounded by
new people your
Friend knows/ I don’t think so…

I can socialize
to an extent.
If I say something
Out of order…..
To the huddle…
You may or may
Not hear me
keep apologizing……..

So my isolated
My inner and outer
Being…….

These issues with
in me.

Can only be exposed
If you know me….
Or sometimes not
I just feel…
Real tire…
So good night…

O ya…
I forgot…

Most times group
With a bunch of
Me’s and yous can…
Maybe even a hand
Full can understand me…

Only!

My mind
Is…

Mostly out of
Order………

I never asked for
A pity party ………

Lemon Spines

(For WordPress only)


To the…

Nappy corn
rows…

Tribal mischief
making
Torn garment
Trending…

By black beauty
center fold
Of all earth’s
gold…

Times…

A planet
expose
to my….

Behold…

Never
to be forgotten
Trending center…

Fold…

Trending
Center fold
Trending center…

Fold…

Is for the love
Of sweat topics…

You write with…

Tongue a tropical
Thunder…

Dances
to rain drops…

On our thrones…

As it was
written…

kings…

Queens…

Hello black
Self-esteem…

Black like the…

Power in
One right side
Fist to….

Sometime
A strike…

Putting
Up a fight…

Solution was
Fists…

To….

Put you in your
Place…

Keeps
you on point…

To wicked ways…

Black is beautiful….

I say black…

It Is beautiful in
every…

lips shade for
shadowing me…

Like the trees
swaying in the breeze…

Cameroon soil…

Uganda…

Tanzania…

South Africa
Before the British
Took it….

Yet…

I got to have
that center to
fold you…

To ease
my social
Anxiety…

The only
Race of a people
Who don’t look
Down on me….

Aren’t Frightened
by me…

We can only
Truly know our
Own struggle…

Sun rises
on dark skin…

A melonated
Fragrance…

Light skin….

I can’t…

Fight skin…

Is a…

delight skin…

Smells like..

Like…

Like…

Damn it’s
So repetitive…

Never to be
forgotten by I…

Like the
Lost tribes of
Israel…

Come over
here…

Give
me some of
the sweet sweet…

Ooowww….

Chocolate Sunday
on a Saturday…

leaving Monday
a day for fun day…

making it feel like a
Friday…

Touch my
Chocolate…

I’ll take
the trash out like
Thursday…

Not a hopeless
romantic…

Bandit thoroughly…

Needing my
black bambee
close…

To…

I…

eye to
eye is a kiss full..

Hugs so tight I can
feel your….

Soul…

my black…
Ah…

Da..

Black Queens……..

Deadly Melodic

Just one

serving of

You.

I’m the dish

Flavored till complete.

Glass lips break, into

Cotton candy.

Grapes…

Lipstick those

falling shards onto

my cheek bone.

Formed A

Cutting-edge kiss.

You almost fell…

like some priceless

China plate before

I caught You.

No matter what

The risk.

I’d never

Let you ever.

A finished cuisine,

Ever hit The floor till.

Shattering.

There is no Remake

As remarkable.

Your Ivory

Sculpture.

So neatly

fine.

Looks like a

Hieroglyphs in

Lines.

Drift-tastic.

My micro endorphins

Open up like.

The sun…

Peaking through the.

After storm clouds.

This was no dream,

That your features

Were close up.

Smiled!

At the flawless

Voodoo.

I’m under

The spell of your eyes.

Oh Lord!

You put a

Spell on me!

You speak Like its

written in old English

Cursive.

Like re-watching

You in a short black and White documentary.

I comatosed into

Nostalgia…

In front of a

mirror…

In What seemed to be

An elevator….

A star, bound

To the ocean.

Into the third eye,

Left wet finger

Prints on me.

I was browsing entirely,

I became quiet.

I wish I was that

Mirror.

A phenomenon

Of beauty.

to fucking

exquisite…

I can’t fucking forget it!

Subs

Overwhelming

To many hands

On

Me

Life is abusive

Intruding on my

Reclusiveness

Introverted

Designer mind

Maxing out on

Antidepressants

Storing

Opening

Closings

Like if a brain

Was a purse

Am I a person

The darkness has no curfew

Inside my

Statistics

Life just ain’t what it use to be

Or maybe

I’m not use to

This new life

For me

Evasive to open arms

Gambled on backstabbers

Or if they are not

“We all”

Isn’t the genre I’m apart

Of

I had my hand down in class

Whenever life’s teachings asked

Us

“What do you want now”

I thought I knew

What exactly I wanted then

If I knew then

The horrible things humans

Mentally

Can do now

What I know now

I would have barricaded my

myself

my emotions

Behind my enemies lines

Your the one who caused my

Problems

Then the blame game

Ensued

Leftovers of me

I’m the one who will fix this

Over

Over

First dance will be fire

Then on crushed glass

Befriended hot coals

Then I

Walked over I always Notice

Know one at the end

Of my path

As I got closer

The people

Those loving

Abled bodies

You know

Those who’s

Told

Over

Over and again

“I’m hear”

Where noticed visine

Clear

Know one there

So I know where

Stand

Where know one

Is

I never expect

Anyone to know

Where my

New

Know

Where

Is

Where I bear my

Own oxygen

My own air

Ya

Im right there

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?

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…

 

“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….

 

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!”