The Poets Gun

Speaking Ventriloquist

 If the veil be raised
The drape be torn

 The means be impenetrable
Who will valiant the profundity

 Who will stand in the crier’s pew
In the dynasty of various enigmas

 By the winged opus harps singing
To successors of brokenness

 Fading corpses putrefying
Legendary mythical braveheart’s

  Wandering expressively telling
 lofty anecdotes of oral po'etique

Kickin dogs

Status

Today I’m eating

Today I have a roof over my head

Today I have clothes and shoes

Today

I want so much to happen tomorrow

Today I’m at peace no sorrow

Today I’m a lender

Today I don’t have to borrow

I want so much to happen tomorrow

Today I have much to live for

Should I die I’m building

A foundation to give more

Today

I want so much to happen tomorrow

Today I can truly say I made it

To another day after passing through yesterday

As hours pass I wish time could last long enough

I want so much to happen tomorrow but today is enough

Today

It hurts to cry

You left and I was grieving

They told me you were gone

I didn’t believe it

That couldn’t have been

Your blood on the cement

The same day we had a disagreement

The same day you told me you were leaving

The day I saw your mother crying

I knew it was true they weren’t lying

I had to cry in the rain to hide my pain

I know you’re in heaven

Coz you don’t owe the devil

A got damn thing

You were good and I was bad

I was an outcast

You were all that I had

Now I’m down to nothing

Feeling bad about the things I said

I didn’t mean it

 It was out of meanness

I cry a little it hurts a lot

I was sleep when I heard the shots

I salute you

You were a true troop

Unlike those bullets that hit you

I will miss...

Haikuz from the hood

black man no gun stashed

officer shoots finds gun in the trash

black man dead for nothing

black man wakes up breathing

on his way to work one evening

black man dead by night

black man walking home alone

stopped by police wanting to see ID

 man DOA identity pending DNA

Crops

I’m not living for nothing

I’m trying to have something

leave a leg…acy for my

mini mes to stand on

lord please let this pain

be not in vein

I’ve bled more than I’ve cried

died more than one time

had to sit for awhile

my but was on the line

hand me down a hammer

I’m doing it for the grind

for the life of me

there’s more to me

so hyphen me

locked in can’t get out

in the back of the house

planning a comeback to be boss

everything I had, everything I lost

all my valuables, everything that cost

about a year ago time weaved a miracle

had to let it go planted a seed

left it to grow

rain, thunder, sleet and snow

my grip is tight never letting go

I plan to sow from coast to coast

Unti...

High Beams

when I was young I use to see things

mama use to tell me don’t tell stories

stop fantasizing don’t hum no harmonizing

she took the stars from my sky

spit wiped the gleam from my eyes

in arts and crafts trying to get back my craft

it was hard to be creative even if I tried

lord knows I cried though I found relief

in the thought of suicide

 my best course of action was to stay alive

people use to think I was all shuck and jive

until I started to spit off the top timing

my bars with a stop watch I had to find refuge

with a poet inside and an artist to hide

going down the highway your thumbs out

going my way I’m in the danger zone

no child’s play salt and pepper it’s my season

on the down low high treason about to

do this again by the felt of my pen

you’ll...

Barcode

three 6’s by my name

abominated by the flames

if you want a hit you better aim

53,000 hit my page

thank you I'm humble

writing is what keeps me sane

the pain of everything fuels my rage

I’m like a demon on stage

to be completely honest

I am not demonic

I read a lot hooked on phonics

the law of attraction to the

book of the law

holding the lamp

rubbing my hands raw

sticks and stones

may break some bones

you’ll run out of breath

trying to keep up with the jones

if you’re hating you better

cast some stones

I’m a castaway on an island

of my own reading manuscripts

with pages so red

opened my wounds

damn my soul bled

I follow no one

I loathe being led

sitting ...

Documented

sitting in a  bus station for a duration on a 2 hour layover

 I had to make a choice

to listen to that small voice, I didn’t want to hear a word

It had to say coz I made up my mind I was on my way

to do what was on my mind to do, my will

time didn’t stop but it stood still, telling me Thou shalt not kill

gun in my back pack they didn’t check that, I didn’t check it

my life was spinning out of control God please take the wheel

before I wreck it

for all my mistakes I stand corrected don’t blame me

my inner child is still wounded from being rejected

I have to go deep kiss her on the forehead and watch her sleep

when she’s awake she’s watching me walking it out in my integrity

a small glimpse into my life about how I committed suicide

without taking my life

my words I never need to off...

Dibble Dabble

paint on my pants ink on my hands

 drugs are bad dope is good

scrawled on a wall in Hollywood

you can’t take no more, what are you giving

you say you’re Christian how are you living

I don’t like you you’re too old

your eyes are empty your soul’s cold

my lights are off my doors closed

making beats to the sound of the streets

murder mayhem no sir yes ma’am

oh boy body slam fight club no love

bear fist no glove Immortal no blood

white collar ring around the tub

too fresh rub a dub, dub

14 karat on clasp put away the claps

up in here we snap like lunatics

on acoustic instilments

the blocks in limbo the earth just moved

this is what had happened, pricked my finger

on a hatpin hand me a napkin

I feel a tremble in my thimble

 where did...