"These Are The Visions That Make Me Cry"

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...

"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

"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