Eye reign supreme inside this empty sell, Where u can sea the tales I cannot tail. B4 the knights turn blew and start to fade, We’ll brake the steels that maid the laws they maid. Thequeue for freedom stretches through the night, as profits ...

EAch day as Ive grown older

never know whats comin my

way for that day

Makin plans that been got

outta hand never no where

the comin pain

I never understood til my

twilight years life is broken

down in chapters

I was alw...

lust
seduced me into a moment of unfaithfulness
it drew in my wandering gaze
as your fingers were felt reaching out to me in a dimly lit hallway
sinfully exploring my hair
my mind
consumed with a myriad of thoughts

social
historical
car...

Omar and Maya begin this story in two different worlds.
He’s a man trying to rebuild after choices that cost him more than he admits.
She’s a woman whose life stretches between New York and her headquarters in Chicago, moving with a quiet st...

Manhatten, New York

Friday Evening

I had my Goddaughter with me for the entire weekend. Her parents had to attend a wedding in Washington, D.C, so guess who was appointed to care for her for two days. That’s a lifetime to me. Now, take in cons...

To the man of the moonlight by the stars unto the sands of time
Reveal your hidden identity to my famished soft hazel eyes
A soft murmur and a tender touch that once soared me beyond the night skies
Comfort of the imagination found between the ...

I harken to the murmurs of the virile man who has stolen my breaths
The core of my temple blending, our hearts mending, desires sending
Mesmerized by his sweet whispers, his kisses, God they make me melt
His persona, his charismatic charms, upl...

Touch me in the morning

Remnants of pleasure softy melting into the essence of my sweetest ambrosia

Enthralling breaths, showering undulated desires of weakened forays

Inhaling, exhaling, sedated in the blissful aftermath

As dawn’s early lig...

I have committed no errors. I am not committed to them. I am constantly moving forward so it is hard to look back. I was leaving my competition in the dust, I just could not see anyone. I was too far ahead.

I was in the dream and it was full st...

I promised no one in particular
besides me
that I would sit myself down
flip the light switch
listen for the sounds of my computer coming to life
wait for desktop icons to appear
the moment is silent
someone is waiting for me to write somet...

A poem spoken in the voice of men who carried a burden the nation never claimed

The war that shamed the soldiers

didn’t start with the first shot

it started with silence

that waited for them

when they came home.

Vietnam marked th...

SC right now in process of redistrcting the maps taking the only Black Democratic Congressman James Clyburn district away On this Memorial Day a heads up song by my favorite Poet Sly Stone of Sly And The Famisly Stone Its from the very good CD all...

She sat pretty in the corner of the room

Clear eyesight, smooth sway

Never seen anything so beautiful

The way that blue light outlined her body

Made me feel like a lil boy waitin to open a package on Christmas day

Golden brown skin,...

A descent into the myth, the weight, the haunting song of old....

The shadow that carried my name

didn’t follow me;

it claimed me,

rising from the ground like smoke

from the fire I never lit

but still burned for.

It walked ahe...

Lessons from the smokehouse

ain’t gentle.

They come at you hot,

sting your eyes,

make your throat burn

before you even know

you’re learning something.

In there, the air is thick

with sweat and oak and old men

who don’t w...

Where the men don’t cry out loud,

the hurt learns to move different;

quiet as a shadow,

faithful as a scar,

following them from room to room

like a name they never asked for.

In that place,

grief wears work boots

and a str...

I was gonna sit this one out

sit in the back row
while other poets dip their big toes into
imaginary
deep crystal blue waters
a phantom
glistening reflection of ourselves
a warning
that we’ve been down this dusty road
too many times bef...

The last chord burning is the one you didn’t mean to play the note that slipped out when your guard was down, when your hands remembered what your mouth refused to say.

It hangs in the air, a thin line of smoke curling toward the ceiling, carry...

When the night learns your name,

it doesn’t whisper it soft,

it drags the syllables slow,

like a thumb across a bruise

you stopped admitting still hurts.

It comes wearing the scent

of old rain and old memory,

sits beside you l...

Is it something that can take away from me? I won the skin color lottery. The reason I am winning it because I base my opinion of people not on their skin color, but the content of God in their character. The question is not that I get to live but...