I don't write poems...I Compose Poetry

I don't write poems...I Compose Poetry

I don't write poems about the "Rain in Spain that lies mainly in the plain"...I Compose Poetry about Isis blowing up planes - about a President who's insane/about surviving everyday with a Inner City migraine/about People Of Color being equal, but still economically detached from the mainframe... I don't write poems about being a machete like Trejo/Scarface type yayo/all the chicks who called me feo or making my last sale...I Compose Poetry about Faith/Confidence and Skill eliminating all pendejas y pendejos... I don't write poems about being logical like Spock- selling loose coke or cooked up rock/all the spots I had locked/ having sex with bimbots/thots - or giving out speedknots... I Compose Poetry about Loving The Lord A lot/everyday reloading my intellectual-effectual glock and blazing cerebral pot... I don't write poems about Shootouts so get your loot out and flipping dudes lids...I Compose Poetry about life on the skids/too many Brown People still doing bids and now p...

A Haiku For Sister Maya....

Maya Angelou

Doctor, Teacher, Mentor, Friend

An Uncaged Bird...Freed

"A Few More Burdens To Bear"

There's tribulation, but also Triumph, one day no more despair

If we just can reach tomorrow...A Few More Burdens To Bear

I see chaos and people languishing, no unity amongst the races

Society's countenance has been dimmed; the lack of hope etched on their faces

I met a child, who said "Don't worry, I'm not sad because I'm poor...

"My father's in prison, my brother's a dealer...my mother is just a whore"

Deceit and Avarice, ignoble actions, Equal Justice For All...Denied!

Where can I go to find some solace?...For, these problems are nationwide

Turn on the T.V. and see the violence, hard luck stories in all the papers

Crime's miasma has left us flummoxed....Rightwing ...

"I've Written"

I’ve Written verse on strife and struggle, the young one’s angst that’s locked inside

I’ve Written words of parents weeping, which stems from teenage suicide

I’ve Written things on The New World Order/how selfish greed has taken toll

I’ve Written poems that make me hated, yet Thoughts Of Peace Shall Make Us Whole

I’ve Written songs of Y’s and Xers/murdered kids outlined in chalk

High corruption- Masonic Presidents…If White House walls could talk

I’ve Written rhyme on a perverted father, who loved his daughter in a sordid way

She had a child who was her brother…Ten Different Shades Of Gray…

I&rsq...

...I have Seen...

   Having a fire escape is one of the most amazing things that a person could have with an apartment. Just about every morning I climb over my radiator, and onto the escape. At various times I see the most inspirational things…A few months ago were one of those ah ha! moments. My apartment is on the corner of Arlington Ave and Highland Place. However, the way that my building is situated, and because it’s a corner building makes  it a part of Fulton Street as well. My fire escape is closer to Fulton Street than it is to    Arlington Ave. It was early in the morning when I looked down from my perch. Passing under the fire escape were two women. Because they were already walking pass, I couldn’t see their faces. What was abundantly clear however was the fact that one of them was a Home Health Aide, and the other was her patient/client I was inspired by the scene that unfolded…Obviously, when one has a H...

"P.O.E.T.R.Y."

P.utting

O.ur

E.nergies

T.owards

R.eviving

Y.oungsters
 

"The Road That Led To Nowhere"

It was a “Worn Path” inside of a prison…

They called that path the walkway…

Five years and eight months I traversed that walkway/In the daytime and only by reason of sunlight did that walkway, which led to nowhere seem happier

There were many places that one could go on that walkway…

The RMU with its uncaring doctors and dismal ambience…

It also contained a morgue, for those who had died without family, without friends…and without dignity…

There was a big building further down, which was always alive with activity –

That was the most important building…

An Education could be found t...

"When True Love Is Not Constrained"

It's an enigma that has great meaning, by average men can't be explained

How our existence grows much richer....When True Love Is Not Constrained

A Man and Woman, who once were marrried, theyv'e been divorced, it's no surprise

No Sacrifice, Respect, or Unity, so Passion's Flame has left their eyes

Intimate times have been forsaken, Tender Kisses, Whispers Sweet

Not even a vestige of the Friendship which once made their lives complete

They can't be honest with each other; late night Trysts and Secrets kept

She took a lover to please her sexually, for her husband was inept

He was Ashamed, Alone, and Impotent, yet, all these things were not conveyed

"The Homeless Are Human Too"

Imagine a vagrant...asleep on a bench

Imagine his body...alive with foul stench

Picture this if you can/His life in the past

His mother a drunk, His father live fast

Cast from his home at a tender young age

Still going to school at the puberty stage

Thrown to the streets to live as a bum

Nobody caring/His future looks glum

But, The Homeless Are Human, despite disbelief

Most even have Wisdom, bring comfort/relief

So, when you start thinking they belong locked in a zoo

Just remember my Friends....That This Could Be You

"Hemmed In On Every Side"

So many things are about to happen; few places that

you can hide.

New World Order, Disease, and Violence...

Hemmed In On Every Side.

Prisoner, Outcast, Loser; these sorbriquets

have made me small.

Yet, through Grace I've been illumined/

Babylon will surely fall.

I only write through the Holy Spirit; from

on High it has been Spoken.

 Heaven and earth are fleeting entities,

 but God's Truth cannot be broken...

 On The Scroll it was decreed, I must

evince what it reveals.

...Christ The King Alone Was Worthy To Unl...