The Derelict a poem for the Homeless

YOU!

HEY

YOU

Yeah man 

I'm talking to YOU!

Not the person behind you 

Yeah sucka!

YOU!

Mr. individual

First negro to miss massa

Last negro to be a black man

Winner of the good coon sweepstakes!

Yeah you!

Who behind you!

Scared of the face that looks like you

You!

Negropean fantasies straighten nappy memories

Fill your stomach with pligrim flavored John Wayne insanity

You 

Living without a name

Yeah You!

You

You

You

Are 

Me......

Captive Angel

Maybe gravity grabs her by the waist

Holding her aesthetic esoteric figure down

She is more than a handful

Did her wings create a breeze

Or did my imagination take liberties

With reality

She was a sight for sore eyes

She was

She was a captive angel

Her perfume stole the room before she entered

Where did you come from?

Where do you go when you leave?

This beautiful stranger

Captive angel

Stranded in my daydream

Trapped inside my heart

Performing daring aerial manuevers

In the space between me and you

Close the distance with a kiss

Captive angel.....

WW lll

40 kiloton bomb blast

Mr. Orange bombast

WW lll has just begun

Get your tickets at Trumpworld.com!

Eat popcorn while being prostituted

The world looks up Americas skirt

On no pantie Tuesdays

Down is the new up

Lie is the new truth

In the battle between your ears

Radioactive enemies

Use sign language

Launching intercontinental ballistic bullsh*t

Into the atmosphere 

Culture coons dance for a dime

Culture coons use your name in vain

Sliding your colored credit card between 

White guilt

and White fear

Go ahead stream WW lll to your device

Here comes the marching band

Here comes the dancing girls

Here comes WW lll

In due time

Dig deep

Deep into pockets of despair

Pay like you weigh

Everybody pays

Your conscience is heavy

From paying dues

Internal tax 

Rivers run one way

Everybody pays

Hand outs melt in your mouth

Not in your hands

Swallow Sunday communion on Friday night

Who pays the bill

You pay the bill

The bankrupt stare of dollar short

Paper chasers charged with high crimes and misdemeanors

Pay to play with fire

Pay up

Dig deep

The bill is due

The bill is you....

Tears

I can't remember the last time I cried

Cried out loud

Like a real man

Like a real human

I can't remember

The last time I tasted tears

Salty remorse follows the contours and creases

Of a man

A hurting man

A human

I can't remember the last time I cried

My emotions medicated and muffled

My heart pumps piss and vinegar

My Macho Rambo Ego 

Suits me fine

Well tailored tension

Between my projected self

And myself standing under the human rain of tears

I can't remember the last time I cried.....

Up on the Ave.

When the sunset hides behind brokedown palaces 

Night time eases down on the Ave 

Ave short for Avenue

Nothin new on the Ave.

Liquor stores

99 cent stories

Told by raggedy mouth hustlers

Testifying to invisible jurors

Slick Pimps in double knit distinction

Look sideways at school house squares

Searching for coocalator girls that twist more than they wrist

Up on the Ave.

Dice games Die

Arguments live in the language of the street

Standing in doorways black statues puff Newport 100s

Waiting for tonights fight

Hood conspiracy

Who got got

Who got shot

Hood drama

Played out by actors

Playing themselves

In a made for TV movie

Probably on BET....

Donnie Made me do it! (a Christmas poem)

Give me some Youtube

A little Amazon

Or Spotifiy

Put Donnie on 

Let Donnie play

Let Donnie do it!

Hang all the Mistletoe 

I'm going to get to know you better

This Christmas!

Let Donnie do it

Sing it in her ear

While you rubbing on her rear

Let Donnie do it!

Fireside blazing bright

Donnie done sung a fireplace into ya crib!

All you need is One with the feeling

And Two for the cause

A Christmas Eve wish 

Became a Christmas Eve kiss

Turnt into Christmas Morning bliss

Won't Donnie do it!

Donnie know you did!

Merry Christmas Poets!

For Aziza Barnes "Write in Peace" 1992-2024

Let her lie easy 

Let her lay still

Her stuggle has past

A life lived in a prize fighters crouch

I don't know

I suppose she was supposed to go

Go to the dark place 

The still place

Where time stops

The clock vanishes

Her name called in the past tense

The moment of truth make you lie still

Push your raft into the endless pond

Beyond what eyes can see

Beyond what fingertips touch

Let her lie easy

Let her lay still

Don't judge her soul

She paid her bill.....

BLM (Blacks Like Merchandize)

I am not goin to lie

So if it don't apply

Don't cry

Lets speak facts

We wear our economy on our backs

We Bling

We Drip

We Icy

We Fly

We Gucci Geechies

We Dior whores

Sashay on the catwalk

Look at me 

Judge me by my Hermes Bag

And my Red bottomed shoes

Look at me

Nickle and dime fine

With eyes bigger than our stomachs

The last of the big spenders

Name Brand 

Top Shelf

No Wealth

 You got yourself 

Your naked self

Your natural self

Write your name on your collar

Design your destiny

That's a shirt ain"t nobody got

Couture for Culture....

We Shall (To Be Sung)

We shall overcome

We shall overcome

We shall overcome

Someday

We shall forget about the past

We shall forget about the past

We shall forget about the past

Today

We shall shake our a$$

We shall shake our a$$

We shall shake our a$$

For pay

We stay high on pills

We stay high on pills

We stay high on pills

All day

Now we kill for fun

Now we kill for fun

Now we kill for fun

Today

I just lost my son

I just lost my son

I just lost my son

One day

We shall overcome

We shall overcome

We shall overcome

Someday

If we live as one

If we live as one 

If we live as one 

Someday

I know deep in my heart

We shall overcome

Someday....