"Email"

"Loves Bravery"

I come from
The genes of
Man you
Haven't seen
In a while
I am brave with
My Love
Not to
Be cancelled
Out
By Love and
Hip Hops
Fakereality
The 4X4 box
You watch
Is for entertainment
The very 
Definition of TV
I refuse to
Be in competition
With
Can you taste 
A TV'S lips
Caress you
By the end of
The day
When you've
Escaped frustrations
Grip
That's right
I come from
The genes
Of a 
Gentleman
From my hand to
Yours
We reciprocate
Affection
In a dialect
That appears
To be forgotten
A foundation
From the 
Floor up
Solid
There's no
Singular in us
We build together
Not leaving
A house wife
Desperate
...

Loves Complexion

"Loves Complexion"
My vibrations
Are warm yet
Smooth like
The complexion
Of my skin
The darkness
Within my groves
Changes 
Formation once
You are in
I'm drawn 
Like bees to
Honey
The stripes
Of my life's
Past
Holds the 
Secret to
Loves shadows
Casting
The weight
Of chains lifted
Same as
The movement
Of your body 
Pressed against
Me
Each day
I awaken
New
Like the
Morning dew
Resting upon
Leaves
You are the 
Breakthrough

Carnation

    
Now that I know 
What love is
I wish I had waited
Since five decades
Through heart
Broken traumas
I've graduated
My spirits restored
And lifted
She's still here
That vision of
Light
Surgical rib-bone
Is Crystal clear
Many dance
To the music
Serenaded
By falsity
And life-like
facades
But what happens
When the music
Stops and 
The facade
Fades away
Still I stand strong
I believe in
Her as patience
Holds the key
To life
My destiny
The recipe
To inspirational
Therapy
Rising when I
Fall by my
Side instead
Of thinking less
Of me
A true life
treasure
A gem
That shines
When others
Can't see
Blinded in 
Pure apathy

America I Salute You

America I Salute You (middle finger)

I speak softly but my voice is loud as I cry out. But You never hear me too distracted by the surround sounds of Samsung, Apple, and LG! My appearance vague as you've forgotten about the things that I've done. Took me away from family and friends promising me the rights of passage to becoming my own Man. You have no idea where these hands have been.

American you have no choice but to listen. Why do the families of my Brothers and Sisters who never made it back from the fight, have to stand in frustrating lines for a pension. Something that should have come automatic. While you rest peacefully at night on your finest cotton fabric. My new home is a bloodstained mattress! I want it all, I want my just due. Fight for me like I fought for you. Stop looking at me in disgust proclaiming me a bum and a vagrant. America you've become the biggest plagiarist. There's a difference between homeless and hopeless. Don'...

URGENT

It's seems I'm married to Love and I don't even know how. But Someone regretted informing me that no Thanksgiving no Christmas and no New Years was included in the vows. Putting such emphasis on an unwritten decree caused me to send out a message in a bottle. Just to see who it would reach. The message stated; I'm frustrated aggravated emotionally perplexed. I had the silly notion it was just men who confused Love with sex. Maybe it's not a problem and just how the new age works. It's getting to the point I'm so nauseous of always putting Love first. You see I love to write. I Love heavy responsibility. I Love doing romantic things. I Love long walks. I Love motivating talks. I Love what being unpredictable brings. But again misinformed none of that matters more than that damn diamond ring. I'm in conflict with changing and settling for less. But this damn bug in my ear whispers "mistake of the flesh." For now love has moved to the back seat from center stage. Replaced with enra...

Skin Tone

I wish that you could see inside my minds state. This slow process I initiate the form of soft spoken words encouraging love to reach boundaries beyond racism depression and hate!
 

As what I feel is not just a feeling but condition. And I dress the wounds of submission. Remembering the very moment you became more than just this vision.

Every footstep reminded me of strength as not so kind expressions began to sink in your path. What I know is that together we'll defeat the odds in time while you place your hands in my "Skin Tone!"

For the couples of the world who's skin does not match my love cries out. It's time for us to start thinking before we open our mouth. Sick of crying and crying and crying inside out. Wondering what path my life would be on if I was without; my "Skin Tone."

We'd all be so prosperous if we just accept who we are. These colors are not flaws or sca...

Revelation

Something deep inside of me asked why do I continue to lie to me? If I don't disclose the root of the problem. I'll never know how good true love can be. So I drafted a disclosure at the same time lacking composure. Played my own witness, lawyer, judge and jury. Who else better to witness what others may not see!
I feel stuck in a time capsule as emotions unravel. I can't possibly be the only one left walking a distance meant for two. Pay attention; it may end up you!

Once again I envision a life of a life-like prism. I thought I was freeing the heart of a soul. But instead I was just left with feelings caged in. I need therapy! And not just for me! Inconsiderate minds say just cheat; life. I feel ruined! The heart of a giver just misconstrued in; Quaint quotations an aspirations left on Lover's domains. I figured to heal my growth forward is to never complain! As the absence of evidence is irrelevant in this case. Never having loss o...

Minority Report

Performed this at a spoken word event. Had to share because it's our lives. Much more to follow!

I am a man of many faces. Not sure which one I'll be left with wearing  today. The one of pain or the one of rage. Not liking this minority report so I'll close the page. But still allow me to set the pace on what it says. Even though many of us are Fatherless, Motherless, or both! Even though our ancestors were wrongly enslaved, and today ones that believe they're above us still long to have back that process. Even though every door we open you try to close the next. Even though you attempt to degrade us you try to perfect and mimic everything we do and create in positivity. You spin it in negative light! Even though we have a great deal to be angry about. We are not the ones who need a lesson in humanity; it is you! Now look deep inside the you of who I'm referring to. I'm sick and tired of seeing the same old scen...

"Americanizm"

Wise men told me many years ago life changes may send you through the untold. Forget about the bumps and bruises along the way; it’s supposed to be hard. What you need to focus on is the permanent scars. Our problem is following in the path of those who got it all wrong. You see slavery indeed decades ago but the journey is life-long. If you can’t see the wipe out since day one; then you’ve just become a part of the problem. Today’s society doesn’t even try to hide killing us in plain sight. While America gets a front row seat; called television. Right? While black lives matter! We’re not good enough to become martyrs! Remember recent names like Trayvon Martin! Renisha McBride! Africa! Freddie Gray! Wiped out, but now we carry the torch of their stride. There is power in movement. But be careful who you choose to move with. When are we going to stand together in unity unleashing our true strength? Or have we gotten comfortable shuckin and givin...

"Email"

What happened to the letter that I sent to you?

Did it wind up in the circle file?

When you sit and drink a toast to life?

Do you still wind up with a full bottle?

What is it you think of; mystery or mistake?

As I pull up the blinds of life; did I miss the first taste?

Soft spoken Words! Two glasses! One candle lit space!

Attached are words rambling through my mind; I can't seem to say to your face!

You see I tried to reach out to you as my heart began to sing.

keeping up with the times corresponding Love through this new age thing; called "email."

I felt for you from the moment we met and never let one day waste. Did'nt you get the pearls and diamond wring I left sitting in your crawl space?

Or is it memories of me you try to erase?

I saw you walking and couldnt help but observe the new mood and style.

To get back with you there...