“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!

Just Tweaking The Ears…

Ya ya!

Ya ya!

Watch your step…

I’m on fire…

I’m up next

 

 

Ya Ya!

Ya ya!

Salmon colored…

Facing dating deprived…

Of…

Ya ya!

Ya ya!

 

 

Telegraphic is the mind…

Super surprised…

To see what’s inside…

Ya ya!

Yatta Yatta…

Good bye…

 

 

Brushed up aginst me…

Paint blushed…

Pardon my silver erection…

Roped off rushed…

Ya ya!

 

 

Problem Matic…

Automatic…

Systematically stranded…

Damn casualties…

Ya Ya!

 

 

Yatta yatta!

let’s cut to the chase! Challenged by heavy weights! Stomped them out like forest fires! Stomped them flat like crepes!

 

 

Amazing!

One voice can build a whole empire or bring it down! Mentally The Mayor of myself! How many gunz to may head that were Impotent! Blasts loud Motown!

 

 

Converting!

Boys to men! Basically put some base in your voice man times ten! Now they’ll listen! Talk when spoken to! face to face eavesdropping to here there intense pocket more intention!

 

 

Tripods!

Birds all fly in pairs! Only got one when I paid for two! That was a great relationships last air! Formed aginst me never prospered! Your still a prospect! Trying to be a thrones heir!

 

 

Wait…

I can’t think with that chainsaw in my ears! Wood chippers with red paint! Painted my mind with more hate! Wars can be stopped with understanding plus love! That’s what I’m after! So pass that black glove…

Ya ya!

Ya ya!

Im all in for new peace and love……….

 

 

 

 

Limbo

(My verry first post)

 

Times are hard…

The only thing that keeps me going is warm blood and cold steel.

My life is complicated!

My days are darker than a solar eclipse slowly covering the moon of my life.

Until darkness…

I drink to get sleep!

I drink to forget!

Drugs now just ware off quick!

Time is suspended…

Lord forgive me for I have sinned to survive!

I will never have any regrets!

Slow me down with physical pain.

My tears will stain the concrete like blood in a dim lit hallways…

Blood stain on the sofa cushions!

Blood stains almost everywhere that there was a short story!

A battle!

I will never forget those days of war for peace.

To only loose peace of mind through my eyes!

Violence soaked in gasoline…

I find the defendant guilty of being misguided, savage and blind…

I received the chair!

Love me or kill me!

I have wounds that will never heal…

The world to me is one giant grave yard!

Me six feet deep…

Day by day…

SAVE ME!

I’m only what America made me…

I still live by faith holding my crucifix tightly in my hand…

With a stone grip!

Money still grows from hell’s tree leaves.

Hands that have roads on palms…

Hard like prison doors.

Autographed by powder burns from last night…

Sincerely time will tell!

This city is soulless undergone reruns that won’t end!

The days are interminable…

I watch a show of purgatory up to its highest volume!

Kill or be killed!

Another black male enslaved by his own funeral service…

People acting like they care with there crocodile tears…

falling to the grass…

Ashes to ashes…

Dust to dust…

How many of us will go next?

Forget justice!

Justice is just us…

Genocide from people in blue uniforms!

Am I dying or am I dead?

I can’t tell anymore…

I can’t dwell anymore…

My pain and suffering…

Just kill me already!

She loves me…

She loves me not…

She loves me…

She loves me not…

Then she pulled the trigger…

Aiming at my own heart!

Shooting me down!

Fuck it all!

Laugh out loud!

In their eyes…

we are a joke to them…

Examples will be made in this soulless parade…

SPEECHLESS!!!

SORRY MAMA BUT I’M GOING FEDERAL

(Yet another shitty oldie)

 

 

 

I’m tired of living where the sun never shines…

 

 

 

where the birds are afraid to chirp in the morning…

 

 

 

Where the bad things only get worst…

 

 

 

No hope at all….

 

 

 

I’m tired of where I live…

 

 

 

It’s dangerous and filled with drug addicts, teenage killers and rapist…

 

 

 

God save us…

 

 

 

I’m tired of coming home to the same things…

 

 

 

Six people in a two bed room apartment…

 

 

 

My hopes and dream claustrophobic…

 

 

 

Constricted boa by negativitys limited possibility’s…

 

 
I’m 12 years old…

 

 

 

I’m starving…

 

 

 

I’m tired of eating all this instant ramen…

 

 

 

Left over cheese stakes and greasy fries…

 

 

 

Fried chicken boxes from the corner store…

 

 

 

That’s all my mother could afford…

 

 

 

I’m tired of sharing my clothes with my brothers…

 

 

 

Stealing socks out of there bags…

 

 

 

Mine weren’t clean…

 

 

 

Also I was down to my last pair…

 

 
I’m tired of going to the market with my mother…

 

 

 

Getting items that later…

 

 

 

To put some items back…

 

 

 

Mom said we could afford them…

 

 

 

We couldn’t!

 

 

 

So back on the shelf they before we go go.

 

 

 

I’m tired of the other kids laughing at my clothes…

 

 

 

Them old hand me downs from a different time zone…

 

 

 

I’ll show them later on!

 

 

 

Not to laugh at me!

 

 

 

I’m tired of being broke…

 

 

 

I’m tired of being everyones joke…

 

 

 

I’m tired of being against the ropes…

 

 

 

The ropes of poverty…

 

 

 

I’m tired of living grimy…

 

 

 

I’m tired of crying silently…

 

 

 

Lights out!!

 

 

 

Bills piling!

 

 

 

Our stomachs growling…

 

 

 

Mom crying!

 

 

 

Shes getting tired of trying…

 

 

 

Violence in the worst timing…

 

 

 

Trying not to start robbing…

 

 

 

Trying to live righteous…

 

 

 

I coax with family members…

 

 

 

Get me life insurance…

 

 

 

Debating with them about life inequity…

 

 

 

With bad pictures of the past…

 

 

 

There were no perfect pictures at all…

 

 

 

So as I get older…

 

 

 

I saw that its time for me to take risks…

 

 

 

For better picks…

 

 

 

Please pray for me ma ma…

 

 

 

I’m going federal this year…

 

 

 

No more tears…

I SURRENDER

(Oldie right here)

 

 

I surrender…

Speed I need!

Running and running jumping fence after fence!

My shirt got caught on the gate!

Dogs barking, police sirens, helicopters circling, hovering low with search lights in the sky!

As I try to accumulate speed!

I need more air!

The wind has been knocked out of me by five black boots!

Shining chain link badges!

Standing over me in my face!

I taste blood in my mouth!

Salty, irony, gritty blood!

It’s over…

After I regain consciousness!

I opened my eyes…

I see sharp dressed suite to a tee standing in front of me…

While I lay on a hospital bed…

Inquisitions fly at me at top speed!

They realize two days later that it was mistaking identity…

Not even a apology…

Only hand cuffs taken off me…

Even a huge hospital bill…

WHY ME!?

I AM

(An older post)

 

I’m a walking cannon in the flesh just test me…

You’ll see…

I’m really truly blessed…

I got a lot of demons up in me.

When it comes to war…

I’m the best!

If you look me in my eyes…

Those nightmares you’ll  see…

When I inhale air…

I exhale death…

My lungs are like fire in the first degree…

I try to stay away from liars…

Trying to get the truth…

Its like pulling teeth…

Your tone of voice is very shaky…

Put some base in your chest when you talk to me!

Keen on body language…

I see you are in fear of me!

A life of crime was always haunted by my actions…

So my actions…

Please set me free…

Miraculously I clung to life when your bullets entered me…

Can’t you see…

Can’t you feel…

Can’t you hear…

Can’t you smell…

Cant you taste…

All the elements that I embody…

I’m the darkness on feet…

The sun light never revolved around me…

Cold as a wintry Niagara falls frozen over in ice…

I stand taller than the Washington monument!

Symbolizing that my skin is made of stone!

My heart you could never get to!

Even if you took the long never ending stairs to it…

I’m deaths immortal son of anarchy’s past present and future…

Try me!

you’ll see!

UZI PISTOL

(An older post)

 

Automatic shots fired…Cleansing to my soul…

Teflon words bullet proof verbs and magazines filled with rose petals.

Chock back aim in shoot!

When tears fell the whole city went silent after the last shell casing hit the ground.

Have a great day and paint your face with another tattoo tear because now you are a man with more regrets.

I Want The Money Now

Hesitation…

Is know good…

Testing patience…

Don’t do it!

Hunger can turn the lights on to violence.

Heated!

Walking around with lent in his pockets on pins and needles.

Needing!

Not wanting!

Nobody ever gave him nothing!

Not even the last crumb of a blueberry muffin.

This is now the barrel of the gun man.

Wanting everything!

Leaving nothing!

Hands to your side…

Gun to your chest…

This ain’t know test….

You better just do what’s best…

For you!

The Bad Old Days

Been giving out free caskets since I could remember.

Ive been cornered by the government and came out swinging.

Life wasn’t like a box of chocolates so you can save that fairytale shit.

I watched fiends in the hallways light up the bottom of spoons.

Water on the stove boiling pots dropping ones and twos.

Teenage killers with automatic pistols laying you in the ground just for your shoes.

If you were light than your pockets got ripped off with claws sharper than my dress code.

If you were weak then you would fail your class for life sleeping.

If you were strong then you got welcomed with open scars.

No food and no lights on at home.

Breaking and entering…

Home invasions…

I guess you done got sick of starving.

Getting older taking over drug infested corners for power and order.

No more boiling hot dogs until they split.

No more can goods or food stamps yet our occupations ain’t legit.

Ma ma don’t cry…

Tears get wiped from her face and eyes.

No one ever wanted to take that test.

I’ve been giving out free caskets until there weren’t any left.

Better re-up……,

 

 

This Is All I Have Left In Humanity

Nothing would be more romantically poetic than us dying together.

The suicidal pot wholes of life’s scars we would drop in often.

Digging our own his and hers graves. Laughing… Drinking the sad atmosphere.

Today will be our first day holding hands yet our last day ever seen.

Both being the children of a dead beat happiness that we never saw.

We waited though… waiting and waiting… Mother said he would come back to us some day.

Now adults…

We grew tired of his empty lying promises.

Ridiculed and rejected by all means. By our own friends and families. Till anxiety was more of a reliable friend than he or she ever were.

No one seems to understand you and me. No one understands the true dysfunctional disaster of painful memories that linger.

PLEASE STOP!!!!!

We would often shout left. Then lifting our heads up to see that we are everyone’s none understandable spectacle for consumption criticism unfold.

Some way through our crooked unforgettable past. We managed to find one whole of a half in two different yet comparable paths.

We are truly a complete incomplete match.

It’s very funny to me how I feel like the only way we can truly love each other and be…..

Dirt drops on the one burgandy casket lowering slowly into the atmost-crust.

Ashes to ashes our bodies are now one in the same casket alive holding each other as two under looked so called crazy ones.

I will always be till we cease to breathe. Reappearing in the light wearing all white clean.

I will always be crazy about you and me!

So I guess I am crazy……..

About escape….