Ya Ya yaaa… I’m waiting…

“21 years ago…”

Doctor’s said I’d be dead with in months.

“12 years ago…”

Doctor’s said you’ve got……. I think it was 3months or sum…

“2 weeks ago a doctor told me…”

Before she could finish her statement… I cut her off in her words…

“Spare me what I’ve been hearing for decades!”

“If it’s on then!”

“Bring it on!”

I’ve been ready for death without this dream……….

I could have died years ago! From years of tolls I hopped over with out paying.

Today I awaken…………

Bring it on!

I’ve atone for some sins. The other ones I can’t let go.

“Let it go!”

Doctors, needles, mental health episodes! That breached my tv shows! Right past the thresholds of my fire! Smoke so deep that… I can’t breath till…. These demons are out of me!

I’m outty five thousand…….

Whenever the horns blow for me. My final call………

All praises due! This evil mentioned is past due…….

So I laugh through my own silent clashes…

Im waiting………….

Bring it on to the door! I told him years ago that. I promised the man above when I was sitting in that cell box…

That……

I’ll never ever pick up a gun unless I really really got to… Pop goes these weasels!

I saw there heads go pop… Then drop goes the weasels. I wish I could pull the nails off my aged stigmata… Fine devine wine spilled on my forehead…

I felt free for a moment……..

Till I sat up in a coffin, coffing out my trials, tenctions and tribulations. From the heat burning my souls absences!

A death so tacky………

Well!

To death I say!

Spare me the teasing bull…

Just read my lips!

Bring it on!

“I’ve been ready!”

No Anesthesia

A crisis…

Terrorism…

That seriously needs…

To be abolished…

Acknowledged…

Not private…

 

 

This grease fire of evil intent…

Needs to be….

Fanned….

Flames more…

Attention and exposure…

 

It could be your…

Mother….

Sister…..

Aunt….

Grandma…..

Cousin…

Damn….

Why…………….

 

FUCK THAT!!!

Consequences should be!

Death!

 

 

Castrated without anesthetics!!

 

Fucking scabs!

That need to be pulled!

Offed!

 

BITCH!!

Bleed to death!

 

 

 

I’m sorry…

I can’t rest knowing….

That…

Out there…

Somewhere…

A girl or women…

Is being brutally raped…

Tookin………

 

 

Touched and molested…

 

 

NO!!

Let’s not hide this shit!!

Let’s ride for this shit!!

Fucking riot!

This is war declared!

These!

Creatures!

Carbon copy men!

You just as can’t be a father!

You were born!

How can you do this to a mother!!

 

 

 

I rather kill him!

And him and him……..

 

Smiling…

As I rot in a prison…

For a murder conviction…

If I could take ten men out!

With my bare hands!

In one day!

That’s ten less preditors on the streets!

Check your head count sheets!

 

 

What about her tears…

What about God’s gift…

What about those children…

What about there fears..

How the fuck can you live!

 

 

Let’s talk about it…..

Let’s walk about it….

March in peace…

With fire on our feet…

Yell in the damn streets!

about it………..

 

Fuck is you talkin bout!!

 

 

Riot!

Get violent!

For justice for the brutal violence!

From the suspect number…

187…

 

The real issue stay…

Set aside to decay….

More bodies…

Everyday….

Thats is swept away…

Dust………

 

 

 

Tell your daughters!

Every second….

You love them…

 

 

 

WATCH THE AUTHORITIES DO NOTHING!!

WATCH A BY STANDER OR WITNESSES DO NOTHING!

HER BEAUTIFUL COTTON TORN UP ON A SUNDAY!

 

 

Nothing……………

 

 

 

The rapist….

A preditor…

A theif…

A manipulator…

Weakness is what they seek!

 

 

It gets worst…

People whisper…

Saying things…

Whore……..

 

AND YOU ARE THE VICTIM!

 

While it only takes seconds…

For a group of demons to!

Hold her…

Down…….

 

Shot her consent…

Psychological…

Oven mits…..

 

 Innocence…

Demolished…..

 

 

Screaming for help…

Attire ripped up…

Finger printed….

 

 

Even if she lives….

She would probably take her…

Own life…

If…….

 

Or!

Say enough is enough!

Becoming a soldier!

In this fucked up world war……..

 

 

 

 

Death by firing squad!

To the dick and balls!

Pause……

 

 

 

This is dedicated to T. B.

And all the victims and case dismissals…

Your voices will not go unheard!

Your all in my prayers!

I love you alllll!!

Stay strong!

 

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!”

 

Putter There

Does Life keep you down? Don’t worry! Just put on your best happy!

Face….

 

Can’t get a decent job! From past court cases!

Hey!

Just put on a happy!

Face….

 

 

 

You need to be loved! You want a companion! You can’t even stand!

Your…

Self…

Put on a happy!

face…..

 

 

Christmas is coming! Thanksgiving to! Not one thanks from those! Unappreciative souls!

You

Need

To

Just

Put

on

that

happy

face……….

 

 

 

Praying for help! Only to be left by yourself! No hands make contact alone in this world…

Broke the home with in self! I still have flash backs no relief from disasters! I still catch nightmares! Like fire flys finally reaching happiness!

Rising up off the couch sweating!

Yelling!

 

 

Surrounded by demons of these imaginary friends…

Since!

kin

Der

Garden……

 

 

 

Shootings at high capacity, atrocious to civilians… Meteor showers that lasted for hours top mileage!

 

The mayor declared a cease fire! That just ment a break! For actions to subside. For a week or less. I was the opposite of……. Not a maniac? A disciple of seeing my enemys! Bleed to death at there last supper! Now surrounded by a new breed of cowards!

With no respect for perfect aim………

 

 

It’s indisputable that I am a King!

I know I know…

I am one of the worst fuck ups…

A fuck up…

Sleeping in hellish-ly peace……………

Tropical

I hunger for…

The troubled playmate…

Straps around…

Heroin tracks surrounding…

Love taps…

The vein perhaps…

The shame of still living…

Her entrapped in…

As I am the…

Penetration of the orchid…

From the back end….

No issues…

Surface swollen…

beneath…

Some…

Afternoon…

Or morning…

In the yard is…

Hopscotch…

lollipops…

Sweet dreams…

Ambien circumstances…

Till I’m asleep…

We practice….

Hollow minded…

Earth wind and fire…

Dietary elementst…

I’m the one…

The flame…

That…

Framed…

Indentations…

Instantly…

Thumb print Mark’s…

Left…

Marking territory…

With in this vision…

Witty…

friendly…

Toe nails clutching…

Into my skin…

Finger nails broken…

In…

Burglaries…

Till my back bleeds…

Exits leaking sin…

Don’t you ever…

Have mercy on me…

I’m your King…

You…

My Queen….

We being descendants of those…

From our creator…

The perfect match maker

Wake up…

Shes…

Spinning around…

In her own quivers…

She takes the shirt off…

My body’s…..

Greeting the bearer…

of skin…

Softly rubbing aginst…

Mine for connection…

With no braw selection…

Or maybe some…

Bright orange color…

My eyes had missed it…

The spice in between…

Her notebooks pages…

Cracks heavy metal…

In her diary…

Entries…

As she pictures…

Me…