“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!

.25 Acp

When I say stop.

You will not breath anymore.

A promise is a promise.

Haunting…. I know…..

No show will be aired today.

Just funeral arrangements.

A early morning wake.

As early morning breaks.

Hot heat surrounds me.

Taking me down town to be questioned.

It won’t work…

It never does…

I’m the mute…

The silent breath…

Loose Butterflys

Utopia…

Something beyond my comprehension…

Chasing skirts with no stockings underneath them…

I quest to impress you…

I’ll slowly undress you…

In your eyes…

In your smile…

God has properly place on you…

Bright…

Watching the stars on you projection twinkle…

Sweet…

Like singing strawberry flavored candy canes…

Please don’t fly away from me…

If you decide to…

Can I catch you again…

Replacing fears of trusting another…

When we took baths…

You showered me with your love…

You are here now for me…

You…

Are…

Here…

Now…

For…

Me…

You Were My #1 Fan…. That Spun Around

Spinning… Spinning… Spinning…

I watched her in my mind and when the moon light shines we will be together again. Views of you spinning in that studio twisting and turning. Leg up in the are then leeping. The rarest pearl in the sea. That I see…

The blinding beauty spinning and spinning then dropping into a slow split now legs looking like the letter I…. You danced for me… Remember… It was in the middle of December. I was your fan and you were my arms to run to

whenever I needed you. I’m sorry! I never thought to myself that you needed me more. My pearl…. Spinning… Spinning… Spinning…

Till a hard combination of drugs spun you till there was no us…

Spinning. …….

 

She Chose The Club Life

Cold as the middle of January I watched you every weekend paint your toe nails in the mirror. You would fix your hair and put on your tightest dress to club hop and seduce the living breathing night. No matter the weather you and your pears were gone with It till the early morning. The same routine every weekend. You see it as fun, I see it as an addiction. You say its to have a good time, I say you want attention. When I call you never answer. I’m just trying to make sure you’re alright and you didn’t come up missing. What if the shoe was on the receiving end of all the tension? Your home girls ain’t no good. They want to destroy what you got because their lives have no handle bars. Let me shut up… No! I refuse! You had a man home that love you and now he feels abused mentally. Its 4 am and you just stumbled in intoxicated waking your kids up. Did you just throw up? Your eyes are like looking down an empty gun barrel. You were in your late 2o’s and your early 30s still abusing ecstasy. Then you come in the room all loud and get mad when I move when you try to get next to me. Breath smelling like bottom shelf liquor and cigarettes and she wondered why I didn’t kiss her. So later in life I dismissed her.

Mac Eleven

I looked at his rolex watch for toI long. Now its mine… I have a rolex now but I can’t tell time… His life was like a gang member throwing up the wrong signs… Silence… The end… He was trying to be someone he was not. Tarnished his gems because he was at a place that he shouldn’t have been. Maybe if he was real to himself he wouldn’t have been shelved. Sometimes in a police state foolishness causes death.