Musings On Black Lives Matter...
There's no I'm "trying" to be intellectual, because for so many centuries we were seen as Spooks/Coons and Dinges - unable to comprehend and academically ineffectual - only in terms of Breeding were we considered to be flexible.... I'm here to debunk the myth of the plantation buck/struck down by God/shuffling his feet and merely relying upon luck...I'm primarily a scholar, but I still get aroused and still highly sexual... I'm not here to validate a White Supremacist cancer...I'm the Brown People enhancer - I'm the seldom brought up Jeopardy answer/ I'm the Superhero that existed even before The Black Panther...I'm the rare species that survives on land and water like a salamander... I'm the racist doctrine lancer/I'm the one you hate because my brain outthinks yours just a little bit faster/I'm the Brown Man who's humble but if you cross me imma turn into a stag and gore you with my antlers... I'm not here to exist as you perceive or want me to be/giving up on myself an... |
The Griot Speaks To His People As If They Were A Page Of Poetry...Because Poetry Is Love
If I Were Poetry and you were the page…My ink would be aged wine – transcribing my fine rhyme design on your line’s mind -
…Leaking Indigo about Inner City curses/hearses – weaving stories dealing with toil/our lives spoiled/soiled/morals uncoiled- worried too much about the Royals…dudes with big booty chicks and still can’t be loyal…
If I Were Poetry and you were the page…
I’d spit pieces of common occurrences/through my Pen’s Lens captured-
More Black cells manufactured/Black backbones fractured –clownrappers
caricatured- Praying daily to be Raptured…
Dropping odes of Black Men sheared/scared…forever feared/being under fire since the Slavers appea... |
Alliterative Blaze....
Mundane metaphors missing maturation making misinformed morons
Menacing marauders mugging mothers mourning murdered men
Hood henchmen harassing homies heroically hustling hopeful horizons
Dilapidated dwellings doom desperate denizens – diminishing daylight …
Daunting dilemmas doing devastating damage…
…Blameless Brutality beleaguering Brothers by breaking bruised backbones…
Suffering saddens souls seeking Salvation’s salve – sending shouts soaring skyward
Corrupt conferences convene, confirming conspiracies’ “crazy†conjecture
Fatal felonies find floundering families formulating funerals
Saving society seems senseless since sharing sounds shocking…
Challenged Children conceding confidence crying continuously
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"The Poet''s Voice That's Deep Inside"
...Throwaway kid who had no future, the void this made is where I cried
How would I cross the The River Acheron?....The Poet's Voice That's Deep Inside
In the maze I called my childhood, abuse is all I found
The place where pain was just like morphine, and joy of life was always drowned
All I did was be a youngster, yet I was beaten beyond repair
A tortured being, but Black and Gifted, so the onus I had to bear
A thundercloud forever dogged me, though from the storm I daily fled
To backstreets filled with Midnight's Children; yes, angel's wrote our names in red
Tasting the fruit that was forbidden, exposed to things too young to learn
And, just like Icarus who wanted ... |
"Mistakes"
We all make mistakes, there's no denying
Some from deceit, others from lying
But, we all need Forgiveness to start fresh and anew
From the worst of our errors, this still remains true
Whether the mistake/Lie/Steal/or Cheat
We should all be forgiven/No Mistakes To Repeat
Mistakes are natural, laying the cards on the line
Still, "To Err Is Human"....Forgiveness Divine...
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"These Are The Visions That Make Me Cry"
I often ponder on current issues, to make some sense, no sense to try
Battered Children, Assault and Anarchy...These Are The Visions That Make Me Cry
Some "People" write for jewels and money, this poet writes to spread the truth
Who sees all nations consumed by violence, and evil things done to our youth
Sick pervert stalking/a camera caught it/it's just so hard to understand
No forced was used, he didn't hit her; they left the station hand in hand
East Indian city - there's people starving - a Mother's Fruits are nearly dead
Drastic measures to keep them breathing - She sold her kidney to buy some bread
The Philippines, no one to help them/A former President ... |
"Where Even Angels Dare To Tread"
Y2k a new millenium, so many suffering, so many dead
Oppressive Greed, Unrest, and Violence....Where Even Angels Dare To Tread
This nascent century for us means progress, but can we get beyond despair?
Biological Weapons, the threat is real; panic's ions are in the air
Abusive parents, afflicted youngsters, in every place you see its traces
No Love to speak of, the Hope is minimal...and Children's Rag dolls Hide Their Faces
Babylon's Whore sits on the waters, and government leaders succumb to crime
Baphomet, the demon's calling; don't be puzzled by words sublime
To make ends meet a common struggle, how do we find our Daily Bread?
Darkened skies and Inner - Ci... |
"Out Of The Mouth Of Babes"
...I saw her before she saw me/Standing there/Ghetto fabulous...
Her nails were done to perfection - a clear nail polish with little stones embedded in them that looked diamonds...
I knew that the long, neat braids of ther hair were extentions/Nonetheless, the money that she shelled out for them was in my eyes well spent
- Putting a little something extra in her hips - she sensuouly turned around to gaze at a passing car
Damn, the lady'swas off the chain kid!
Big/round/and shapely - her booty jiggled as she took a step forward, as if her cheeks were laughing at some secret joke
The jeans that she had on were so tight, only a crane could have lowered her into them...
Then she turned again and scanned the schoolyard - Her be... |
"What A Friend Is To Me"
My poems all have messages, and I'm sure you'll agree
Well, here's another one...What A Friend Is To Me
A Friend will listen and always be nice
A Friend helps with problems, and gives you advice
A Friend cares not about your Clothes, your Race, or your Wealth
A Friend Stands Strong Through Sickness or Health
To A Friend it doesn't matter if you're Mentally Challenged or smart
By your side they'll be there till Death Do You Part
I've learned all of these things, now I can smile with great glee
Because I now understand...What A Friend Is To Me
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"A Poem About Mothers"
These special people we Love like no others
We adore and we we Cherish them...A Poem About Mothers
They're there when we need them/no ifs/ands/or buts
Through our Ups and our downs...especially our ruts
We may win or we may lose, but mostly when we fail
Our Mothers are there through rain/sleet/or hail
You can have almost anything, but a mother's Love you can't buy
They'll be there in sickness...On Their Shoulders You'll Cry
Yes, there's all kinds of family, aunts, sisters, brothers....
But, there's only one "Main Squeeze"....The Ones We Call Mothers
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