Me myself and I

Momma

When Daddy ran off we cried.

You did'nt...

Knees sore, knuckles raw from a days work....

We seen your eyes too Momma....

We love you....

The Negro in the Room

The negro in the room

I am that negro in the room

We are that negro in the room

Home grown furniture 

Ottomans and China cabinets

Colored credenzas

Polished and polite

The negro was in the room when you signed the Constitution

The negro was in the room when you carved up the world for thanksgiving

The negro was in the room when bosses dropped the bomb

While eating a continental breakfast of coffee and commies

The negro was in the room when Martin marched and Malcom was martyred

The negro was in the room when dogs bit blacks for defiant acts

They even said I was a "good negro"

Serving Scotch and Soda high balls while discussing the Negro problem

The negro was in the room when Ronald Reagan said "its morning time in America" 

It was midnight in the ghetto

The negro was in the room

Time Square New York City 1977 Based on the Movie Taxi Driver

Times Square 

Theater of reality 

Showing matinees and double features

The real movie begins at twilight

Stuck between dusk and dawn the show begins

Human creatures become pleasures seekers

Seeking supple suplication

Opened legs behind closed doors

Living the night life

The nuance of neon excites spandex covered bodies

Moving in formation shaking money makers at passing cars

Deviants camoflaged by innuendo get down in the shadow of the long night

Time Square 

Dirty dollars for dirty deeds

Home of peep shows freak shows 

Cum stains and loose change

Business men with an itch to scratch

Ladies of the night with a trick to catch

Play a delicious game of cat and mouse

Who is the hunted

Who is on the hunt

Pimps peddle flesh with 2 minute trips to heaven

Riding the thig...

Sonya Massey

Disposable

We are disposable

Throwaways

We are throwaways

Do we deserve bullets or blessings

Police or prayers

Sonya let the Devil in

A cry for help

Became a cry out loud

They shoot black people

They shoot black people on purpose

They shoot black people by mistake

They shoot black people

Murder by the minute just killing time

Our will wounded

Our soul wounded

They shot Sonya 

Because they could

Because white is right

Because white is might

Deadly force forgives no one

Sonya let the Devil in

The distance between heaven and hell is measured by murder

She died in vain

She died in pain

Slain by the hands of a dark heart

Past grief

Past anger

Sonya past away

Her smile stuck in the past

Me myself and I

Me myself and I 

Troubled trinity

Eyewitness to aggravated assault on self

The self no one knows

So smile like the camera sees you

Smile to save face

Unstuck in time

Floating down a river

Eat sleep wake work

Repeat the cycle

Repeat the cycle

Emotions euthanized

Motions robotic and choreographed

Is this life

Is this living

Or is this existence

Too scared to dream out loud

We whisper hope

Put make up and eyeshadow on our conscience

The being beneath the being

The you inside of you

Look at you 

Trying to beautify the sanctified

Me myself and I...

Exoskeleton

Skin

The thickness of insults hurled at ballistic speeds

Skin

The thickness of buckshot blast from good ol' boys with bad intentions

Skin 

A melanin mix of Georgia black soil and North Carolina toil

In tobacco fields with the sun in your back pocket

Hereditary history made my skin tough

Teflon tough

Stainless steel exoskeleton

Triple black outer shell

Hardend from hatred 

Tempered in the furnace of burning crosses

Coloreds crucified for the original sin

You can't get in the skin I'm in

My crunchy coating is a jawbreaker dipped in chocolate

Skin 

the thickness of time

Skin...

See Me

Oh say can you see

Can you see me

I am the invisible man

You see through me

Apparently living transparently

A see through soul

Glass menagerie a fragile window to the world

See me smile

See me cry

See me love

Can you see me

Or see through me

An intimate paradox 

Our mind takes the picture

Fist fighting to stay in focus

See me live

See me struggle

See me die

Can you see me

Or see through me

Seek second sight

Beyond reckless eyeballin'

See past your neon notions

See past night blindness 

Forced to walk the world with a red tipped cane

Seeking salvation in blue eyed blessings

Can you see

Can you be seen

I see you

Can you see me..

American Winter

The haunting has begun

A cold wind knocking at the door of part time partisans

The last war has been fought

Toy soldiers rot in peace

The smiling corpses of consumers 

Make America a cash and carry society

The I's have it the we's don't

All of us whores to credit scores

Happiness is a quarter million dollar jail cell

You call home

Buy the body you see in a magazine

Lease a lifestyle with no money down

Send in the clowns

America 

Carnival with borders

Law and order

Police the poor

Season their sorrow with pepper spray and probable cause

America the just cause

Haunt reservations and plantations

The ghost of Christmas past bears the gift that keeps on giving

Our fears wrapped in box and bow

Imagine the suprise of phonys and one-trick ponies

To get something for nothing

Lets wear ...

Shakespearian

Draw your sword o slave fate is your weapon

Exact revenge with a bloody coup d'etat

Wrest back your honor from dishonorable men

Men calling themselves Lords and Kings

Men who step from the mist and fog of confusion

Executioner of shadows who slay the coming of day break 

Venal power holds sway over the darkness creeping around citizens of light

Melancholy masses drink from the same cup

Intoxicated from the wine of time

Anti heroes grow from cursed soil

Reaping what sin has sown

Murmurers have become murderers

Making their point by knife point

Wipe atrocity from your blade

Mourn only those that mourn you

For the dead have no quarrel with the living

Who's date with Hades dwell close to the gates of Hell

Do not shed one salty tear 

Still your soul 

For the hour and min...

Greetings From Sinaloa A Cartel Story

Saludos desde Sinaloa! poner en la nariz! poner tus venas! Greetings from Sinaloa, put it up your nose, put it in your veins. Exhale grey smoke, we make country girls wash imaginary windows. We get you up in the morning with frosting for your nose. We put you to sleep with bedtime bars. Put it in your veins, tracks show black like the I-10 corridor, Corridos sing of Narco-legends in real time. Clean money resides with el Dinero Blanco in the register. She doesn't care who spends her, she doesn't care who folds her. Politicians make me Lucifer with their eyes dilated. Gringos ride the White Horse and play with the White Boy. Take vacations outside their minds with Hillbilly Get High. We are your dime bag priests in bathroom stall confessionals, vertically integrated professionals mixed cocaine with concrete and built the Miami skyline.... Saludas desde Sinaloa. Poner en la nariz! Poner en tus venas!