The First…. Sault Be Last…..

My brass poker face is my mask…

Under that mask is bones…

Face of the reaper…

 

Do I sleep?

Most times no…

Sometimes I just want to…

Feel pain…

Ya know…

 

I feel nothing…

I’m plain…

Prison pose on my DP…

One man 4 horsemen…

Of the apocalypse…

 

I’m ready…

shovels dirt over safty…

Guns with no safty…

I’m about to be a unckle…

Old ways were nothing humble…

 

Embrace the brass heart of my struggles…

I tucked my bread…

When they transferred me in the blue shuttle…

On my way to a new home…

In hell…

 

 

I don’t want to write no more…

I’m just not a writer…

I rather take the pen…

Shove it in a politicians jugular…

 

In these words…

you can tell that I’m vexed…

Lost some distant family members…

To the clutches of murder…

 

I’m so fucked up…

I’m so damn tired…

Of funeral services…

They can’t even afford them…

 

 

Poor them…

Kids being cremated…

The whole fucking cities tainted…

Gone…

Crazy…

Don’t save me…

I don’t want to be……………

 

I’ve been lied to forever…….

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Till I die…

I am going to cross t’s…

Dot I’s with red beams…

 

Native style…

Sitting style…

On red brick…

Pow wowed…

 

for every step in my life…

Foot prints got far…

Then subtraction set the start…

I was faint from losing blood…

 

They say we some thugs…

They ain’t lieing…

To get the things we need…

Some times you got to risk dieing for it…

 

I Never Borrowed continents…

Became a squatter of someone elses nation…

Claiming it was mine…

I can be a savage sometime…

I was not ever a fan of genocide…

 

 

My Queen…

Don’t cry…

In time…

I’ll be on my way…

 

Skin dark like 11 o’clock pm…

I can teach the soul how I like to be truthfully…

Strange love…

No one can stop me…

Except you…

 

Cherokee walking through cherry blossoms…

My arms around the camp fire…

Smokeless fire…

Using a token to play my desires…

 

Off the record pink stretches…

Diligent…

Pure in long lessons…

 

I want life to be precious….

Blood Candles

I use to be the one…

Throughing the party’s…

 

I use to be the one to call…

To blow out candles…

 

No use of running from…

A excellent tracker…

 

You better prey everyday…

You better thank your God…

 

I’m the three sixty…

Of my former self held captive…

 

Cheers

Holographic life of the world’s eye views. It’s just not real to feal! I feal it! The content presence… The rise of a ruthless generation…

Bus station crowd of carbon. In my lungs… I’ve donated my brain to science project housing. “Cappadonna and Killah P….”

Peak at me boo through bath salts. Inscribed in blood. Plus latex gloves! Summerset homes, Latrobe homes on a dawn day. I laughed at a police officers grave…

Pissed on the head stone…

Why?

I’m going to hell anyway…

You Can Always Find Me….💯💯💯💯

hide and go seek…

I’ll play the seeker mine as you hide face…

So let’s play!

Loving when dark spaces can never shine light on me…

When I finally catch this little morsel!

The watching…

Wouldn’t want to put up a fight…

Playing like this for excitement!

Your excited with ever grab or grip…

Slim thick waist waying nothing till ending…

The planet climaxes…

While the meteorite explodes from thighs spasms!

Body is a mind!

To roam!

Planting this nature in your flower pot…

Sensation!

When that molly pill drops…

Inters the vision…

This Isn’t Self Pitying…

Hello self…

Your an idiot…

Seriously…

Your only occupation is…

Violence…

Timing…

Now balanced…

 

Before the sand dropped…

They said you were…

A walking massacre…

Eposodes display….

I feel there isn’t…

Enough Atonement for…

Hell is waiting…

Till I punch out…

That time card…

 

“Name your achievements…”

Ummm…

Shit…

I can’t think of none…

Turned wine into water…

I dropped that habit…

Bad habits like…

I gots to have it…

If I don’t…

I’ll take it…

 

The old design of a mad man…

I’ll hand Stand a…

Home made knife…

Into the faces of my…

Betrayers…

I hope that’s a word…

If not then…

Sue me…

Punctuation police…

 

I’m really not a wrighter…

I’m perpetrating…

I’m more of a title…

“Boo Boo the fool part 2”

I brought knowledge…

To a gun fight…

I won…

I wasn’t excited…

More wrong…

More harm…

 

The older guys said…

“What type of shit you on!”

Drugz…

Mugz of pain….

Filled chasing mind eraser…

Pathetically I find myself…

Back were I’ve started…

From…

 

I just can’t be…

What people want me to be…

A wise sage of savages…

Carving 7’s in lost heads…

7 laws…

Or I’ll break your jaw…

Idiotic I be…

No degree of sorts…

 

Leaving gun powder resin…

On hoody sleeves…

Running water for a shower…

In 5 minutes it’s cold again…

 

Shoulder scared from…

Who gives a damn…

I never be better then…

So…

Pass me that gun…

I’m ready to die for nothing…

Nothingness has always been my…

Dumbness…

So I’ll stay dumb then….

 

Da Choppa!

Dah- Chop- pah…

Hood Definition: a AK 47 assult rifle, or any assult style rifle.

“Can you say it in a sentence please…”

he grabbed the “Da Choppa” and pulled the trigger.

 

Last night I heard the sweet symphony of Da Choppa… Everything got so quiet that. You could here him/her chock the rifle back again and shoot… I love it! I hope know one was killed by Da choppa.

 

Made your point on point with that…

Thing…

Clean, beautiful and full of rage…

If it falls into the hands of a manic…

I could be very deadly where your at…

I was 16 or maybe 17 when I found my first one…

Left out in the grass by a abandoned house…

Finders keepers that kept me safe with low mileage…

This was purely for family protection…

That thing was very powerful…

 

 

 

Sun Of Anubis

Thee Afro-Saudi etched in my blood…

On one side damn…

I’m eight sides of a sun…

Rocking rays on my feet…

Stepping into heat…

 

A Pen knife…

In the sharpest form…

Playing bent…

I know…

You dont…

 

A hunter that hunts bullies…

Bullies the bullies with fullys…

Then skin graph echos across your…

Door panel’s and leather seats…

Smoking!

I don’t think you here me…

 

Running chains like pin head…

I raisimg hell…

Crescent beaming off the sun…

Smoking the skin of Anubis…

Ain’t No Turning Back

“I absolutely hate my self more than usual for this post. This is just to damn cliché for me, but fuck it. Here I go!”

 

 

“My Celibacy…”

I’m going to tell it like I feel I should.

Reminding you that this ain’t about tying to convert others.

This is strictly about me.

 

“My Celibacy…”

November 14th 2014

This was when I finally started my path.

A verry though one!😭

 

(“I’m a strait up freak if she’s mine!”

“Can’t give my inner freak to anyone now!”

“Real talk!”)

 

My celibate decisions anniversary…

November 14th 2014….

 

 

“My Celibacy…”

Look…

It’s hard…

(“That☝ didn’t sound rite but yall get the point…….”)

 

Think of all the bad weeds that you can pull out…

 

“For example…”

 

(If someone really cares…

There intentions are good…

They will stick around…)

 

(If there just out for one thing or two…

From you…

They won’t stick around for long…

Lacking self control…)

 

“Your really going to find out who he or she is really around you for!”

Trust me…

It ain’t true love…

 

 

“My Celibacy…”

I really don’t give a shit.

What other people do.

As long as there honest and respectful….

I’m not judging…

If your just there to……

“Hit it and quit it…

Male or Female…

or whatever…

Be real enough to let your partner no.

That all you want to do is be friends with benefits…

Or find a dating app that is just for sex buddy’s…

That’s cool…

No harm done…

 

 

“My Celibacy…”

I’m in my mid 30s…

All though I crave some affection amongst other things😉…

 

“Yes, men crave affection to!”

 

I chose to be by myself till the day I die…

Basically a monk with with benefits…

I benefits from just sitting back, learning and helping…

 

Sence I tend to be the damn go to guy!

In my hood for relationship advice and other advice to…

 

(“Stop fucking asking me if I think she’s cheating on you!  When all you do is cheat on her! Dummy!”)

 

Point is that…

I can love and care for someone like the next human…

How ever, I’m completely numb to relationships.

People don’t want relationship.

That last into something great no more.

Where I come from.

Relationships are like being business partners, and  meaninglessness verbal punching bags etc etc.

You know these stories so I’ll leave it at that…

No violin for this guy………

 

“My Celibacy…”

I won’t say I’m tired of looking or finding the one…

I’m absolutely done…

 

“This is my decision…”

“And mine only…”

 

I thirst for knowledge both in self and other things as well.

I got children in my community!

That don’t even have the right shoe that matches the left one…

Fuck all the other shit…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Woes And Cons

Set me on fire like a witch…

A wicked worlock on the Avenue…

Uncomfortable with my attitudes…

Long list of 10 commandments…

Brass balls drop like water falls…

Stalling when I see land…

Moving when I see randoms…

Random capabilities of electricity…

From my palms to your teeth…

Then time shifts into history……………

 

 

 

 

The historic center of…

Cursed family members…

I’m one who…

Let the cremation dust slip through…

My may 12th…

This is far from April fools…

Still peace is sitting in a rocking chair…

In the corner by the shot gun in my…

Late grandma’s room…

 

 

 

 

She sewn the heat in ever cold quilt…

Quilting, Quility filled solstices…

We never went hungry…

 

 

 

 

She would tell me about the times…

The whites called them porch monkeys…

My grand after father would say go…

Get yall asses in the house…

They are comming back with guns…

 

 

 

 

Time sped up and we found out…

Grandma and grandpa were still fugitives…

From that very day…

He was in the war serving his country…

To come home to this shit…

The good old family curse didn’t stop there………………

Im dismissing it……….