Up on the Ave.

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....

I Held her Tight

In my arms 

I captured her essence

Embraced the taste of a kiss

I held her tightly

My memory served itself

She melted into my mind

I miss her two mile wide smile

She climbed inside my heart beat

And it skipped a beat like an old record

Tightly I held her

Breast to chest

Lost inside her labyrinth

Made of love lust and longing

I held her like a grudge

I held her like an infant

I held her next to me

Two souls colliding

Horny atoms smashing

Our lovemaking created nuclear fusion

Our bodies fused in passion and heat

Tightly we held each other

Clinging to our desire

Lovers in a lifeboat after the storm...

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