Wednesday, April 22, 2015

#NaPoWriMo "Poem for Isabelle"

as beautiful as this love could be
as strong as we feel
as wonderful as these words are
they will not make it okay
will not draw you back to me
can’t convince you not to run back into
that firestorm
You will run toward it
because you are afraid of the not knowing
not knowing is the scariest part
more scarier
than anything
“oh I know you better than anybody”
and i knew you were telling me the fucking truth
and i can’t make you love me

#NaPoWriMo "Download"

i download distraction
pump up the volume another
7 decibels
fall into place
the space between
nuh-uh and non belief
impossible to disbelieve
just have faith
in the Force
im a Jedi Master
this I feel
the sun
runners
running on organics
i catch flights of fancy
caffeine
i drink
nonstop
got no time to stop
just pause on the road
my destination is as yet
unwritten

Monday, April 20, 2015

#NaPoWriMo "youngblood" 20/30

There’s blood in these
streets
Young blood
young
not even 20 times around the sun
somebodies grandbaby
i know because that’s all we could understand her say
“that’s my grandbaby”
“that” dead flesh not “he”
is my grandbaby
she chanted over and over
it’s my baby, grandbaby, thats my baby
over and over baby, mine, grandbaby, dead

I thought I could feel a spirit
struggle and twitch, hesitate
to free itself from the body

these streets got a lot
of blood on them
period blood
young girls getting their first while they on the stroll
getting pimped/abused/raped
blood of sex slave babies

a roomful of your daughter
provided rape victims numbers four, five and six.

Every night, a new one
Babygirl don’t even know where she is
he say he gon tell her Daddy that she didnt run away
He gon tell
and it hurts Daddy, it hurts

Daddy is what he said, not to me, but someone when he died
it’s what he said
and I can still taste
the cold blood in my mouth

every time I walk past that spot
cold corner
that fucking movie
planted on the sidewalk
motion frozen
holding all my memoris

I never lost one like that

youngblood on these streets
the blood on these blocks
is thick
is warm and sticky
and it smells of death

youngblood

Friday, April 17, 2015

#NaPoWriMo button 17/30

button

sis real tough
got her finger on that relationship “mute” button heavy
like quick
and she got a thing in her nightstand that keep her occupied most nights
and she keep it on her button
tough

but aint nothing better than arms and legs twined up
looking for the remote
the button to turn off the television
so i can kiss that button
on your belly
so you can kiss mine
lets tune in

Thursday, April 16, 2015

#NaPoWriMo goons

goons

goon ass niggas
turn up
but is still just mostly scared little brown boys
grown muscles
learned how to knuckle up early
and scare square dudes
know where to stick that burner
in just the right places
some learn how to tuck packs of rocks
under nut sacks
clinch bags in crack of ass

these niggas used to be my youngbloods
young fireflies
my Young Lions
Shiny
Now they
young arsonists burning
Hunters, preying on daughters and sisters
who miss and wish for Daddy
but he ain’t coming

#NaPoWriMo Wake up

Wake Up

hey bright baby
you fresh to def
black beautiful and magnificent
shiny star
night bright
wake up time
right?

hey lady
wake up time she said
Lion King that you are
Big Fish that you are
Twin Star that I am
Sunrise
and some brightness
and something sweet

because i’ve been in the night
but today is today

#NaPoWriMo Prayers for gold and other treasures kept sacred

prayers for gold and other treasures kept sacred

Lord,

I pray that these little bits of gold, these slivers and chips of jewels I share with these babies are kept and stored somewhere safe.
Babies, store and hoard what I give you
so that
One Day
When
Their Enemies/Family/Friends
try to trick and trade them
for Wine/Weed/Likker/Powder and Pills
my babies can Resist.
I pray
Dear Sweet Lord the Holy Blood of Jesus the Christ
That you array all your Mighty Angels around them
so they can say something like
"nah bruh. See I got treasure stored up inside me, my dude."
"That weak game you got aint nothing but sweet lies, poison and bullshit"
"Miss me with that"

Amen