Matches Into Black Tea

The ceremonial brew that…

Twists together…

To make the perfect liquids…

Adding to hydrogen blown…

Going boom…

Her sword can cut me…

Into her ends and outs and piles of happiness…

In suckable stipends…

Wrapping me up like…

I am the burrito…

A strong tuck, tucked to your stomach…

like waistbeads…

Can I lay on you…

The bed frame is a rough sailings…

Making its way to heaven…

Hit from the back, yes I’m sure of it…

Knock knock…

Opening up the pearl harbor early…

So I can dock my hardship…

Enough for the liquid icing to shine…

It all up…

Lap increased open…

To slide into the wheels of fortune, penetrating…

That course of composer so juicy…

Till I ease the end in…

Onto the onion…

Crying out for more, raw consumption…

Radar detecting out…

That, outstanding oral fixation…

Updated, plated for my order…

Sweating has increased for my pleasure…

Falling out of your poor’s like…

Elderly black women in church…

Feeling the Holy ghosts…

Some hot black tea till our time together divorces…

This overdose…

Sensational vacation…

Verbal, vocabularies coming out if…

done right….

Mississippi River

What can I do…

When the feeling is so mutual…

I see you…

Ducking and hiding…

Don’t blame me for not noticing…

Just noticing you

Apologetic…

Heavey magnetic…

Inner drawing…

The energy…

Energetic…

Holding a bright catalog…

Like listening…

Hearing pipes sing like…

Old apartment heaters…

Tink tink tink…

Description is some skin…

You only see in the Amazon…

Tribal eye balls…

Might cause a…

Fire disired…

The pressure in my legs up…

I’m getting hot…

I need a check up…

Check me out…

I’ve walked through a…

Brick wall…

Looking at the body of…

Thick sliced spring water…

Signals in my mind jammed…

Like you through a chaff grenade…

Damn your so beautiful…

In your body is a outrage…

In a salad,dressing bowl of…

Fresh everything…

Even miles…

Uneven…

Eventually smiles…

For one reason…

Eye contact…

Running Truth Never Lies…

“One of my throw backs from 2017”

 

 

Nigger…

Thug…

Violent…

Scammer…

Coon…

Carpet bagger….

Minority…

Cotton picker…

Spook…

Monkey…

You people…

Dirty…

Ghetto trash…

I’ve been called it all! It doesn’t even faze me anymore! Tell me what you no about pain! I’ll show you me and my ancestors scars!

I was young when I paused and heard…

“Run nigger run!”

The color of there faces I’ll never forget…

I was 20 years old when I was beaten…

Run for what? I can’t even run for president…. I can’t even show you I’m better than! Without some folk putting down a man…

Can I speak for a minute…..

Minority….

Those words are what hurt the most… Did you forget that we came her before! Most of y’all on boats….

Oh god….

Let me shut up there! I know y’all don’t want to hear that old sad story…

Narcissist!

Nah…

Nope….

I won’t call you that or blind to the facts….

You can see!

I promise I won’t talk about that case…

I’ll just yell

“about face!”

Speaking to myself in the clear mirror about a raped race….

Just to myself though…

So don’t panic…

Can I get a witness?

What’s up my native American brothers?

What’s up my Muslim sisters?

Racism!

I think it just never existed…

So from me!

It’s just not worth mentioning….

Racism doesn’t exist….

I’m being sarcastic!

What’s up Donald trump?

What’s up communism?

What’s up to all these new prison systems they’re building…

That’s the new section 8…

Rent free…

You understand me?

Oh don’t get me wrong!

They’re building them for us…

I’m just dreaming…

Sleep walking fast to the back of the bus…

In 2017….

What’s up Rosa parks?

What’s up justice?

“What’s up Chris?”

Oooohhh…. Snap!

Justice you do speak!

Can you free all my soldiers! Free all the walls that seem to block the very eyes of the already formed generations of the blind deaf and dumb… The shameless cobras…

Let my people go!

We have suffered enough…

Witness please!

Soon again they will all be on the receiving end…

True with a side of justice is coming!

True justice is not pleased! There will be examples made to all these genocidal thieves…

Conceal your blood line please!

Im being Sarcastic again…

So wake up….

Amen…

R.i.p to all the miss treated, murdered for no reason…

Free all the victims of the broken system…

I love you all!

Peace!

 

My Cuddle Buddy

A dime piece shined stepping out of the shower. Putting a towel around her upper chest and another towel she used to dry her hair with. It’s 10 degrees outside and the blizzard is not the only thing that’s coming tonight. I’m sitting comfortably. High off what I see feeling like I got hand warmers in my burgandy and grey sweat pants.

Thank the Lord my shorty left the bathroom door open so I can see all that is mine. All that is fine. All that is divine. Good God! My suger baby is a goddess! She was looking in the bathroom mirror drying and fixing her long curly red hair only to put it in a ponytail. She can feel my eyes scanning and lotioning her body down before she even laid down. She looked out the corner of her left eye and said “baby…. Why you looking at me like that”. I said to her… I think you know why.

HOLD UP… STOP AND WAIT ONE SECOND. JUST PAUSE….

A beautiful pink butter fly burst out of its cacoon making my seasonal directions riot soon. A platoon of tingly feelings March up the back of my neck. You aroused me with just a blink while small liquid dots come down your soft silky skin making me weak in the knees like the S.W.V. song. I just want to touch you all over your wet body when I unwrap the brown towel from around you then put ya feel up and eat ya sweets up.

HOLD UP… LET ME STOP… LET ME STOP…HAHAHA… NOW BACK TO MY EXPERIENCE…

I looked out the window from the black recliner to see slow snow flakes dropping from the cloudy nights sky. Then I heard her towel drop to the floor and I slowly looked to the left to see her body’s natural glow. I want some bad but I know I got to be a good boy and wait. Naked and oily from her blue berry scented body oil she began to walk over to the bed and put on her red tee shirt…. Damn I love it when she puts on that cut up red tee shirt exposing her thick curves and her bright desirables the perfect image of God’s gratest creation…..

She was driving me crazy and she knew how to put the petal to the metal and work the hell out of the stirring wheel. She then slipped under the thick white puffy blanket and I watched her turn away from me in the bed with a slight devious smirk facing the bathroom. I thought to myself for a second and self agreed that we should get undressed and get in the bed with her.

She said to me “baby I want it in me now”. So I said… Hold up and let me hit the kitchen and get some water first then I’m going to come back and put that ass to bed. She then said to me “Hurry up please daddy”. I walked down stairs to the kitchen and went to the fridge, pulled out the jug of water and poured it into the cup and drank it. I then put the food that was left out on the stove back into the fridge and the jug of water too. It only took me a minute to get back up the stairs and into the room where my little snow bunny was waiting for me. I hoped into the soft bed with my lady. Got closer and closer till I was behind her and then……… I heard her lightly snoring. Damn! Obviously she’s had a long day at work So I left her to sleep. Ain’t that a bitch. Well in a way I guess I did put her to bed.

12/16

When Opposites Become Alike

You too close to me!

Give me twenty feet!

This is your warning!

For those concerned!

Shhhh!

Everyone quiet!

I’d love to give a special toast to my anxiety.

My minds panic fuse blown since birth.

We’ve Been together for so long.

Over thirty years!

You’ve kept fist swinging on every and anything alerting to my senses.

When you and anger team up.

You’re a tool for actions unexpected times unexplainable.

I know you better then all and this toast is all to you my love.

I hate loving you!

Broken Dinner Plates And Miss Information

I kissed her on the bus stop bench. Her lips tasted like karma… I mean caramel. She miss four busses that night in my to my touches. Pointed to stars in the sky watching them die. Sky scrappers turn into unfinished papers written by the hands of Cupid. I was so stupid… Savage and ruthless… No tattoos but many scars to prove it. She knew it… She got cold and unzipped my green north face jacket and wrapped herself up in it. My chin was where her head had been. She looked up and diabolically smoked at me. I asked her what she was smiling so hard for? She just said… I don’t know I just want you around more. Sweet like sugar straws but she was lethal like shooting up raw. She always knew just how to find a good vane to stick the needle in. A feisty little demon blind of betrayal and it’s purest form. The last bus came and I started to feel strange this was a feeling I just couldn’t explain. I felt cold steel under my chin and seen a been flash at the end then she said with that evil grin. That’s the last bus you’ll ever see for cheating on me!

To be totally honest… Believe it or not….

I never ever cheat for any reason on any season. To me that’s worst than not breathing. So I just closed my eyes and waited for her to squeeze it…………..

 

The Red Life

Ya…

I’ve played for the red team since 14. When the cops came for us. They would bring in small tanks and swat teams.

Lined us up on walls like book shelves. Violation of rights when we were kids. Till we became grown males.

Then we wasn’t having that shit!

The lady’s to…

I ain’t going to lie! They were more ruthless than the dudes.

Shooot! There was no win or lose. Structure and obedience was formed strong while we paid dues.

We crowded up the prison systems like the bad aroma of chitlins. Riots from mistreatment. Watching cell blocks burn like it was tradition.

Escalator moving up the ranks quickly. Till I became top dog in the pound. I guess you could call me a blood hound.

Or maybe a pitbull barking loud sounds. Uncontrollable arts and crafts on side walks and stop signs.

Territory marked up by following Sun Tzu’s guide lines. I guided all minds to be true.

Always have your brother or sisters back marching throughthe streets. Malcolm X by any means.

You can agree or disagree. Fine by me…

My soldiers will steady mob till we ever shall fall under siege by anything. You don’t have to like me at all.

The red team will always be ready to play ball.

 

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. …….

 

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….

 

Warning A Uncontrollable Angry Mouth Peace Is Swearing And Using Bad Grammar

I once looked up to you like you were a giant. I never would have known that you would turnstile like this…

Fuck is you talkin bout!

O.G. of what?!

Motha fucka you is a bitch and a petty thief. You is a grown ass man and if you stood on a skyscraper you couldn’t stand taller den me. You couldn’t go harder den me Its a damn shame you use to be a fatha to me. You got a excellent family but you’re fucken selfish. Your  own kids want you delt wit. See… You fucken wit suicide shorty from Da 40s you don’t want these nightmares to come alive and ruin ya party.

Crash it you bastard. Like driving a car with no keys. You wear your life backwards like Chris Cross. Stop fucken actin like you hard. What kind of man hates on his sons for succeeding and trying to go far. You miserable pillow talka and Percocet stalka. At your funeral I’m gunna crack beers on ya coffin.

You shady motha fucka. Tom Brady motha fucka. Stay out my fucken way for I jam you like a 380. motha fucka. You got a good family but you is a shady motha fucka. You got a great wife that stuck by you and raised your baby’s motha fucka. You cheated on her not once not twice. You must be a crazy motha fucka. You’re a washed up old bitch you should walk with a cane motha fucka. Ya hair line receding  like LeBron James motha fucka. Soon you’ll lose everything that you should have been close to you stupid lazy motha fucka. For the record I fucken hate you unstable motha fucka.