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With the morning dew refreshed

thinking of a life redressed

How would it be,

a field of flowers

seeds planted in ground

no showers

should we dare grow

a colorless field

filled with different archetypes

side effects in plain view

sorted climate change

distorted by way of natures abstract

how would we think of  beauty



It Happened To Be Today

Today I wanted
the need
not to want
to feel without thinking of
the feeling
I wanted to see
a creation of love
one that acts
and then reacts first
for the benefit of me
asking all questions later
much later
no I needed for you to relinquish
any questions at all
Today I needed you to be
everything I wished you could be
just for a brief moment
to be held in the arms bearing
enduring comfort
Today I needed to be pampered
not in a physical sense
but mentally
to rebuild strength
Today I didnt want to ask
for you to neglect your priorities
I needed you to
I needed your focus
to be on me
I needed…
you too
I needed you to see what I needed
and be it
Today I lost it
That comfort
in every imaginable way
Today I was out of my mind
negative on negative
equals negative
but a positive can change the whole
for some
math is hard to understand
but its important to know the numbers
always add up
Today I was looking
for you to be my light
and instead I received a compounded
so forgive me for being me
and I’ll forgive you for being you
instead of what i needed you to be
In the end I guess we are all human
so forgive me for being selfish too
I understand that there are somethings
others cannot see
be it willing, blindness or….
no matter how much
we need and want them
no matter when it happens
we all need a
we want
so forgive us for trespassing
when we do and we don’t

Love Injection

I stood tall light headed in disbelief,
My brain felt dizzy…as my sight began To focus on what appeared to me
She was as real as light traveling through Hemispheres!
With reflections of truth like Eve looking at her-Fruit-tree
Only she is the fruit looking at me
With kinetic energy signature stamped
On the meeting of eyes that began Intense friction
I began contemplating my speech Im thinking!
Forget about the words, forget the nouns and verbs Of creative tongue
I want to stain the flesh
With pictures and symbols like Hieroglyphics preserved on walls
I want to bare imprints of expressions Long enough for the discovery of souls
Intertwined so strong you can relax knowing
That this legacy of our time
Will forever be told!
Like the Bible of life
Im thinking of love on a purity level
Im thinking…maybe theres something more
Than living between those sheets
More than the pleasure of being on bended Knees
Im thinking of wanting you for your needs
And all I need is your answer
this time Im putting you before me

Minority Report

I hear they put death to people like me.
they wonder why we fight
conditioned to see with eyes wide shut
closed case-black,
is what they think of me
a color that has deemed me less than a person
oh beautiful candy coated brown skin, symbolically rich, history on each finger tip
too much power for one man or woman to walk around with
and what can we do with it?
dare I walk outside without my skin some days
and drive a car without being pulled over
I see you who grabbed your purse in the mall yesterday
you who crossed the street to feel a bit safe today
the police man that follows me home every day
the black man that doesn’t think Im black enough everyday
the wife, who cant depend on her man, to be the man today
my memories become blackened and stained tear drops
I see…death put to people like me
emotionally raped, mentally slain, and physically drained
they wonder why we still fight
I fight for you
I fight for me
because hoping things will change
never changed a damn thing.
sticks and stones may break your bones
but words will always teach you
I learned today there is more than one way
to defeat you.

Dear Father


Maybe it was in my eyes
tear ridden and filled with sorrow
but thats just one way my pain escapes me
are these the images & signs crying out
is it over
Could it be in my attitude
where negative words are birthed in a rage
shrieks, shouts…resonating the temple
becoming this war of broken promises & lost hopes
are these the screams & shouts fulfilling
the images & signs of mental crying
is it over
Or is it my physical expression
the way my smile turned into upsidedown
the grotesque look of disgust…
change of body language which only showed
you pain!
is it over…
Are these the symptoms you see
the images & signs of cries, the
feeling of mental dehydration,
the physical expressions of disgust
does this make you feel
it’s over?

Young Black Man

Hey I see you man
walking around with the world on your shoulders
this steriotypical weights been serving as
ball & chain way before you
Yeah Man I see you
Even before the days when our men and women
created you, I see through the eyes of life
behind the tears of cries, dying outside in sake of all our lies
Causing the pain through mere skin shades
passed on to live through my kind of the
younger age! How am I suppose to help you
survive through the dying day!….
Young black man….I see you
hiding behind the face of a race
that practices restraint day to day
because ignorant names never change and
The tone of your skin to some cause hate.
crimes committed barely see the light of day
meanwhile suspect in definition by your own race
just to be held captive by your own face?
So, Yeah man… I see you
I seen the boy who became a man in one day
I see the kindness behind the weakness…the strength behind negativity
the pride inside a boy that sleeps
a cry behind a man that thinks
Man Im saying I see you
I have lived your life ahead of you
been through things you fear may become of you
yet im standing right here to tell you
Keep your head up and find faith in you
we are survived by the breath of you
Young Black Man


Trust me,
are real.
They hide in
foregrounds within
realities backgrounds
shadowing life’s moments
with a cluttering chatter.
Unwanted extorted banter,
exfoliating brainwaves,
stimulating mind frames,
extensions of mind games,
conscious battles of self.
Sticking to your thoughts as
sweat beads over bodies
open heat rages beneath the skin.
hottest of days
hot in mind,
hot in body,
hot in soul
Emotions start to unfold
like a love note without the answer
curiously scared
is it the
instantaneous rejection?
artistic satisfaction?
waiting and contemplating
the mind pleads telepathy
seeking depth from the fruit
eaten by man and woman long ago
Knowledge is truth,
not fiction
Equates to power
beware of its control
we are born siamese
but what are we
when these two faces meet.


What happened to the hunger
proverbial head trip
entrenched authentic
irrefutable adolescence
who dreamed of travel
blindly riding the currents of wind
tracing their footsteps
exploring their peace of heaven
hearing a voice of contention
in a mainstream existence
forced to choose between
rich or poor
what happened to the good days
kids playing in the sand box
swinging playing hop scotch
jump rope type days
cops and robbers
cowboys and indians
vivid convictions genuine in essence
but these times know no hesitation
it waits for no one
like raw alcohol with no chaser-we chase it
some how we learned to engulf this
temporary penetration of fulfillment
choking on this
poisonous hope
becoming slave to the trade, induced green paper grains
we use to dream of life
stuck on stupid
with our hands out and pockets parched
we swallow humanity salivating
oh how sweet it would be to have that next dead president
lie full in our pockets
its clear
we’re not all about the Benjamins
we want it all
sacrificing happiness and family
tied up and hanged
openly and publicly
stitched in the values of material things
we contract this image and glory
money over bitches
sex cars and switches
we stain the youth
passing the buck
we pitch tents with for sale signs
cashing in the monetary values
robbing youth of minds
blindly raping sheep in wolfs clothing
we are building a race to death cycle
obviously civilization lives not
and it shows no regret
there will be no reward
and honor left this place a long time ago
sailing away on a ship never to be found
and we wonder where it went
we must right this ship
free the May Flower

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