Tuesday, October 30, 2018

Red Lust

Rushing to the red light
Living for the notification
How many thumbs up did I get
Little red dot of affection
Red lust
Red power
Read the feed
Fed the ego with the feed
Retweet 
Birds of a feather flock together to a final destination 
A destined nation 
Rushing to the red light 
Living for the notification
How many thumbs up did I get
Little red dot of affection
Red lust
Red power
Muladhara

Friday, September 28, 2018

Majors and Minors


It’s fall baby
Pick a major that’s gonna be major
Debt notes will be the ones to enslave ya
Back it up with a minor
Back up job night shift at the diner
Tripple minored when I hiked Mt. Pleasant
Occurred major debt shit ain’t pleasant  
Despicable
Like pontiff debaucheries
Pinched time
Hickory dickory dockery
Alter boys burning innocence
Scandals pedophilia menaces  
You knew she was a minor
Now you’s in major trouble
Thought it a minor mistake
Trends swept over likes was fake
Hop on the bike pedos out the gate
Marching to the tune like a majorette
Pizza slice triangles ham slices on baguettes
All the way down she played the scale
Vertebrae
Finger tips reading braille
Looping octaves of the heart
A major falls B flat in the dark  
The sea is sharp waves in the ocean
The d is flat now she causin a commotion
Irate makin a major fuss
He say it’s a minor problem
Baby don’t be in a rush
Falling in line like the Major commands
4:44 insurgents invaded the land
Parasite
Now major wars at hand
September
Professor handing you a syllabus
Take a seat and get to feelin this
It’s fall baby

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

Let Me Live!

Let Me Live!

I'm respirating, respiring,
Looking for some reciprocity,
But all I see is animosity

Bang! Bang!
One shot to the neck
Hot lead to sign my death certificate
My eulogy written in blood

Let Me Live!

Bang! Bang! One shot to the abdomen
Shattered in fragments
Momma's tears went stagnant
As baby boy hit the pavement
Broad day light,
But ain't nobody saw it
CSI ain't solved it
Back page under the auspice...
Of homicide
A secret cover up for...
Genocide

Ravish my neighborhood,
Then gentrify
Chem trail clouds floating through the sky
Breath gone and I close my eye
I told God, "I ain't ready to die"

Let me live!

My father cried out, "God why?"

Let me live. Let me live.
I still got too much to give

Shots fired and I couldn't duck
Heart stopped and I can't get up

Let me live.

(In loving memory of Rod) 


Tuesday, July 18, 2017

The Man and Woman: Rivals or Lovers?

This is not necessarily an examination of the relationship between men and women from both perspectives, but more so analyzing how the woman interacts with the man. All things herein are not definitive, as I seek to explore ideas and that which we observe in society. This topic is broad and cannot be summed up in this small posting with all of the elements that would need to be considered in investigating the relationship between men and women. Nonetheless, I do hope to invoke minds to reflect introspectively for positive movement toward healing ourselves, our relationships and communities.   


Can we truly understand our men? It is true that we share DNA, cultural identities, our homes and much more with our men, but can a woman know what it is like to be a man? Despite the depth of study or the closeness of the relationship, a man and woman have different hormones and genetic construction. This alone will affect how we think and feel and this is irrespective of what science today is able to do with the human body; I am speaking of the human in his or her natural born state.

If social constructs are to be considered, then we must look at the demands of being a man or woman. What is expected of the woman? How has she been shaped by society, all including religion, social media, career, school, and childhood? In this same respect, ask these questions of the man. How does this play into the psyche and inevitably our character and who we think we are? At present, our men are being assaulted, killed and imprisoned at alarming rates. Our men have a social pressure unlike any other and the double standard of life presses us in different ways that are undebatable.   

How are mothers raising their sons? There is an abundance of single mothers and this statistic dominates in the so called "Black community."1 The female caregiver in the home is the child’s first impression of a woman. A single mother is raising a male child from a female’s perspective, and she encourages him and disciplines him in the same manner, and although she may be a good teacher, she cannot give him the masculine energy that a man can. If the father is not there, how does this impact the son and the mother? If that child is never given an example of an adult male and female relationship, how will it affect him in adulthood when he seeks a relationship?

If both parents are present in the home the same inquiries can be made. What are the parents modeling for their son or daughters? Do we teach our children how to love themselves, to love others, or how to conduct healthy relationships? Are children helped in exploring their identity and self-pride from birth?  

Do we know how to love the man? There are many influences that shape who we are or who we think we are. Reflecting on the above statement of the home and child rearing, and also to mention society’s impact on our psyche, do we understand how to love? It cannot be what we think love is because that will vary by each person you ask. So, it seems we have a dilemma. How is love defined?

If we are to love the man we must first admit to several things. True love is not what a man can do for you, that is expectation. True love is not expecting a man to build you up or make you feel a certain way, that is insecurity. True love is first knowing one’s self—period. Of course there will be practical expectations in growing any relationship, but if you are sound in who you are and understand your purpose in life, then you do not come in the relationship needing things, such as the false fulfillment sex, someone to take care of you, needing someone to fill your childhood voids or daddy and mommy issues, pacify your insecurities, curb your trauma from sexual abuse or any of the other experiences that may come along with life. If the man and woman are sound in who they are, then they can avoid coming into a relationship with lack or a need for the other to give them something. This curtails disappointments that may diminish the relationship. 

Now the task is to seek if we really know and love self and honestly concluding on that matter.
Does the woman really know who she is on a soul level beyond what has been scripted in religious texts and social constructs? What was the true purpose and role of man and woman and how does knowledge of this directly affect a woman’s ability to love her man? 




Sunday, April 30, 2017

Poem #30

Six Feet Under

Borrow up your debt
Borrowing your life
Buried in yo debt
Buried in the ground
Ashes of the earth
Food for the Serpent
Burrow in your emotions
Drown in yo misery
Medical dispensary
Medicate the misery
Then repeat that history
Death you pay homage
Covers for yo visage
Egos you massage
Follow the mirage

The depths of your soul
Where? Nobody knows?
Nowhere to behold
Drowning in the depths
A loan for your life
Then drown in yo debt
Debiting the future
Credit in ya past
Present checks you can’t cash
But give homage to the banks
Shippin out your heart
Dearly we depart
Departed from where we started
Stranded at where we landed
Marching to what we’re handed
Scandal on top of scandal
Pounded with the hammer
Swingin with the scales
Dying in the sea
Dying, no mercy
Sea, can’t you see?

Agents in a flesh
Askin for permissions
Of false jurisdictions
Wayward superstitions
Spiritual disposition
Soul deposition
Sold across the water
Mary sold her daughter
Serpent came and bought her
Never knew her father
Born into labor
Labor into birth
The fall you enter first
The self at its worst
Carried in a hearse
Carried in momma’s purse
Bills for the first
Gifted in the curse
Babbled away ya worth
Bowl of beans for ya eye
A tax lien for ya pride
Sharp blade for ya hide
You got down for the ride
Pledged to be by his side
Arms open wide
Knees opened wider
Struggle to survive
Down beneath ya feet
Bound to repeat

Buried six feet deep 

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Poem #29

BLEACH

Bleach for the dirty laundry
Bleach for the floor

Bleach for your teeth
Bleach for the pour

Bleach for your skin
Bleach makes a mask

Bleach for your all of y’all
They even got bleach for yo ass?!

No protection, bleach seeping through pores
Bleach doing damage like fictitious religious lore

This intricate compound crafted in the vats of robed wizards
A bats wing, seven spiders legs and the tail of a lizard

Stir three times to the left and ten times to the right
Now pour into the movies and media, let ‘em dream about it at night

Bleach to wash your brain

You waking up brainwashed, can’t remember yo name

Friday, April 28, 2017

Poem #28

THE CHANCE PRINCIPLE: PART II

If I had a chance I’d dance among the stars  
Hop some constellations and wave good-bye to mars

My dreams would shoot me way beyond the moon
Into galaxies infinity and I’d make it home by noon

I’d light the path to your conscience in realms light years away
With a tuning of the right frequency, shifting from pause to play

If I had a chance I’d solve the world’s great mysteries
I’d figure out what went wrong in all the great histories

I’d cause healthy crops to grow that nourish the mind
The freshest fruits, purest water, milk and honey divine

Here I am caught between the same plain game of mundane
Four seasons of sunshine, autumn leaves, snow and spring rain  

Desire still tingles and tickles the root of my soul
Reality remains stagnant, but can’t taint my goal

I’d be the light if I had a chance