(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……..
inspiration
“700th Post!”
I think it’s crazy how.
I’ve lasted so long.
No face in the mud.
No bullets in my back.
No more selling crack.
I cracked my knuckles
Before I’ll ever fumble my
Life.
I’ll get pushed
Down by some badges.
Searched up.
beaten down!
Naw!
never me!
I made it clear
That I’d shoot first
Before they ever bury
Me!
I’ll sleep awake!
So no one can take
My dreams.
I’ve grown here.
A month before I
Started typing on
WordPress. I was
Fresh up out the
Can. Throwing away
My I’d badge.
Damn!
House raided again!
Two
Days after. I was back
In jail. then questioned.
Almost violated parol
Into probation. Came home
Again to see my younger
Brother.
He gave me the
Referral to refurbish
My life. Then he said to
Me.
“Tell your story!”
“Well don’t tell them everything?!”
“Man wtf!?”
“Just type in!?”
“You don’t know how to!?”
“Damn it!”
“Just write and I’ll type it!”
I’ve been on here ever since.
700th BABEEEEEE!!
A negro still here!
Thanks for all the support, loves and encouraging words!
Peace and blessings to you all!
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….
Touch Lines
Tooth pick short
Brush painted blood forts
Flood birds
Black crows
Creole I speak to
Gathering the facts
That makes me weak
I break chains from feet
To move on…………
Everyone’s lines are
Different
Lane switching in the
Newport
Smoke kills so good
Love died already
Oh how I’m so ugly
Don’t look at my egg cartons
Into my eyes raw thought
Brought heads to meet
Thoroughly forming days
That could put me on
Trial
Any day
Anyway…………..
Everyday
I never think
Of
Going away
I have no one left
They took everything…………
From thee
All praises due
I calendar mark my
Days till my death
If my debt is payed
My steps are through
Falling in plain view……………
Lines of abuse trying to abolish the truth! Of a gun shell casing! Hollow and rain rusted my taste buds! Slain layed holes in temp tags with no title or registration………
In the facile light by what creeps behind me…
Those lights…..
Or double barrel pipes….
I’m gonna gun it till the last mag has emptied!
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!”
I’m Not A Poet… I’m A Retired Gangster…
“I will never be a slave to correct-ness”
The pharoh the phenomenon of my ancestors blood be aware that all the gold diamonds will return back to mud nothing but speech diseases spreading beheading my hope problems get swollowed like contraband down the throat kids bids baby bibs tears I swear I’m going crazy here just because I was born here don’t make me from here light beer turned to wine for this light year age of the Aquarius how old is she or he then bend metal with the mind open in position for the positive mind to expand like big dick up in a uturus I do what I want with no pause button for my future to end with words from faces like he was a real man so there is no one more loyal than I am reciting the Torah in a Moorish clothing baited by feds but they never cought me fuck the world for breeding criticism in everything like you should do this and you should do that No Chris do what the hell Chris wants to do my murder will be standing up from the people who say you can’t you can and when I get into my comfy burgundy velvet casket drop me in it upside down so you can kiss my dead ass cheeks you bastards
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
You must be logged in to post a comment.