The Immortal Wize

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Memoirs (Crossing Tracks)

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Orange sherbet ice cream, oatmeal cookies the smell of dove soap, grandmaâ€™s spaghetti Black-eyed peas and hot buttered hot water cornbread
Family reunions barbeques and holidays Food family and fun
New additions fiancÃ©s, girlfriends and boyfriendâ€™s Old people and new babies
Tacos wrapped in light orange paper Delicious egg rolls and soul food cafes
Thousand Island dressing Red patent leather book satchel
Red, green and blue plaid jumper over a crisp starched white snap down shirt
Steep driveways, bikes, skateboards Green grass, doorbells and the smell of liquid pledge
Friendly neighbors, barking dogâ€™s lonely back yard fun
Pooper scoopers, garage filled with toys treasures and memories
Large plate glass windows 7up floats, gin and tonic, rum and coke
The sound of Motown Palm trees, sidewalks, Johnny Carson and the 11:00 news
Breadboxes, cookie jars, penny jars and pocket change Credit cards, wig shopping, Sears, fezzes and lodges
Airports, air planes and long vacations Nuns, volleyball, bat mitten, white t-shirts and blue gem shorts
Pop aid and britches Loud burps and foil funny frats black and white checkered floors, Floor heaters, clothes lines mass and confessions
Potentate, hats and watches Scary rallied polis, white wall-to-wall carpeting
Early morning mail delivery Comfort of a room called a den Rotary dialed phones, catholic and public schools
Smell of royal crown, Dixie peach and pressed hair

Crossing the Tracks

Railroad tracks, gang turf and sects Helicopters, gunshots, family feuds Black and white police cars, junkieâ€™s pushers and pimps
Afros, black panthers, bean pies, and soul train line Welfare government cheese
5 twin beds in one room Ratâ€™s roaches and mice Beans, ketchup and rice, Thugs, killers and gangsters
Walking canes, blue against red, drive by shootings, Fires riots and lootings, Starched creased Levis and ies,
black broke back corduroy house shoes Old man hats and derbies Domestic violence, senseless shootings
Heroin addict withdraws and kicks Skid row, Angela Davis and the FBI Patty Hurst, Ted Bundy, Helter Skelter
Imperial and Avalon, Jordan downs and Nickerson gardens Slang talk, Crip walk, Levis and chucks
Ten speeds, radios and turntables, eight tracks, albums, Schlitz malt liquor, MD and old E Tuna fish, potato chips and red kool aid
Young funerals, cussing, fussing and stabbings LAPD beat downs, cluttered jails and prison visitations
Viet Nam, hungry children dope fiend parents Tricky and the peanut man Hand me downs Moms and her man sex sounds
Potato wine, machetes, dead hookers, tigers and monkeys Buffalo nickels and Indian dimes,Fake uncles, dollar boogies and magazine dreams
Doughnut biscuits, back alleys and sun valleys, Reported shootings, riots and lootings Black power, solid, slide me some skin
Express yourself, say it loud Iâ€™m black and I'm proud Martin, Malcolm and Mandela Water gate, Soledad, son of Sam and San Quentin
Broken limbs, angel dust, jerry curls and jelly beans, Windowpanes, flips and bangs
Touch football, broken bottles and bike ramps â€œYo mamaâ€ capping and bagging
Pop locking, break dancing and street fighting What up cuz what up blood Bounty hunter here Hoover Let it rain let it drip aint nothing but a Crip
RUN DMC, NWA and the Sugar Hill gang, the smell of burnt pancakes Baptist church, old long-winded preachers
3.50 In the collection plate, Youth choir, Sunday school, Sunday morning message we all going to hell except the preacher man
Swift blows of the Holy Spirit, Fried chicken and chitterling dinners, crooked deacons and hateful preacherâ€™s wives
Vacation bible school, crackers and Welches grape juice, Standing room only on Easter and Motherâ€™s day

Prissy smelling cousins, alcohol soaked uncles, Shouting aunts and forced baptisms Precious Lord and Amazing grace
Get me the hell up out this place Yellow jackets and valiums Spade games, dominoes, and shooting carps
Loud music and smoke weed filled rooms All wrapped up in a ghetto hell

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Now I See It

I'm glad about a lot of things but for the most part I'm glad the lights are still on I know what it's like to sit in the dark for days waiting for Center Point Energy to come through like the mailman on the first of the month electricity is a necessity especially when it's 110 degrees can't turn on the AC cause it run on electricity all the ice cream is melting in the deep freeze the seemingly quiet cozy community is turning into a hostile environment I'm behind the scene loading a shotgun preparing for home defense in the yard eyes on the fence open the gate and get blowed away it's sounds a bit extreme it's not a dream but has been seen on a movie screen these experiences are predictively expected to become reality probably sooner than expected it's been tested don't know if we passed it we still here so I guess we did yet those who left we're often told their in a better place than we are I pray my mother prays more than me I meditate more than she does though she tried to m...

In It's Entirety

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A Flicker

if I stop to give you a light what you gone do with the flame I don't want to be responsible for the fires you set along the way I don't want to be the cause of all the smoke I don't want to look back to see the past erased

In A Different Light

doing it in plain sight translates to we playing in your face while you look the other way got you running in place complaining about the race feeding you poison got you used to the taste got you moving forward in darkness while we push back the rays back in the day lyrics were on a metaphysical mission packed with powerful messages with the potential to cure a medical condition did we listen did we get the message did we pay attention to the Fifth Dimensions who told us "When the moon is in the Seventh House And Jupiter aligns with Mars Then peace will guide the planets And love will steer the stars" did we listen did we get the medicine did we pay attention to the Three Elements who told us to "keep our head in Faith's atmosphere" a mind stimulated time not a trend that tickles the ear those lyrics were meant to liberate heart soul mind and body not get us hooked on mind controlling catchy demonic rhyme scheme that lead to crime scenes gone are the times still we the people are...

Laughing It Off

if you been trying to catch up to me you gone have to think outside the box I ain't been in the box since I been in a playpen since I left the crib since I been in a bib I think you get the just of it now here's the rest of it I hit the ground running since I jumped off the roof still got scars to prove I flew off the top of the dome been locked up every since gone need to call a locksmith to pick all the wicks spit liquid hotter than fried catfish grease quick witted like a side of quick grits you'll probably find me like Waldo in the thick of it somewhere in the mix don't try to make sense of it it's not meant to boggle the mind but it might toggle the brain a tad bit tapping into what just happened a minute ago amidst a hour of flow don't go to sleep you'll miss the show waken by the applause while the credits roll ask me what happened I don't know what to tell you other than wait for the review

A Part

you fall in the hands of who you trust you trust them to hold you up and not let you down then you get up off the ground visibly shaken hurt from the trust taken

Lingering

one cold wet rainy day a beautiful stranger ran up under a open umbrella I was holding over my head she walked with me half the way when we reached her destination she ran away I walked the rest of the way alone I felt she was the one

What This Time

breaking news don't shatter me it's click bait like the search for BIGFOOT and Loch Ness still no sign of a giant sea creature or a throwing tree mammoth in the woods the world is Hollywood where would something that enormous hide in plain sight discernment is a built in lie detector the enlightenment is a film projector traveled too far to be under pressure if the traffic too heavy take the road less traveled I see scams all the time it cost too much to lose a dime and even more to lose one's mind

A Different Type Of Intensity

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I Had To Be

I got in my way thinking I knew the way I couldn't get pass myself I couldn't get through thinking I knew where to go and how to get there I got lost on way going somewhere I don't recall falling to sleep I remember waking up to the sound of a voice asking me "why are you here" a question that echoed though me "why am I here"