The vibe is strong here and it is clear we came with a purpose. We were cursed and we turned it into prosperity. We engineered somethng different, something special, and we are all a part of that. From the ether we spread the word that urban poetr...

We need to make sure we are taking care of business. We can moving forwards and backwards but we need to lookout for how the inner workings are moving sideways. We have to crab walk with them and use your claws the whole way. We cant be swaying th...

If I had to tell the world
goodbye today

and I didn't have anything
to say

would you think I didn't
appreciate the stay

If I had nothing at all to
say

perhaps the words spent a
lifeline

trying to convey

what silenc...

You don't need to know how to tell time

but you need to know how to read the sign on the clock

Some eyes look straight through the glass

Others watch the change in the reflection it cast

smokeout in the backyard
grandpa burns the ribs again

someone said orange juice
someone said lemon juice
someone said vinegar

someone said sugar
someone said honey

someone said marinade
someone said seasoning
someone said rub

In the calm of night.

Words live, thoughts grow, life goes on.

A bright summers day.

before the word before breath is lent before the straight and narrow line became the opposite of sin we stood upon the boundary of the heaven sent the gate is thin the air is split dividing ancient myth from modern wit sifting wheat among the tea...

before the line could ever run before the square was planned a single dot of hidden fire lay sleeping in the sand a seed without a root a star too far to see a punctuation of life's punctuation "to be" occupying no space at all making no outward...

tore out pages I didn't want to read let the ink dry didn't want it to bleed gave it everything I got didn't want it to need had to make some dough so I had to knead planted seed had to weed fix the fence mix cement stack some bricks built a wall ...

to a great poetic griot
who's presence was felt
who's pressence is missed
a teacher who taught
who spoke words he meant
who's kind words meant
more than the ink it took
to write poems and haikus
that shall forever live

the shape of your face
reminds me of a perfect
mold of clay

pressed against my fingers
but it leaves a heavy ache

I try to trace the lines of
us before they smooth away

soon it's gonna rain and
muddy the promises we made

we try to hold it...

Forbidden thats what pops

up many times and times again

always interupting a rhythmic flow

U may have been in

Over the years it comes and go

but its very frustrating U know

so I slip and slide in when I can

before the dreaded ...

Conform with me naked

and unafraid

that I won’t admire your eyes first.

Unafraid

that I won’t touch you at all

where it still hurts.

Conform with me naked

and unafraid

that you won’t get all of me.

Unafraid

that you a...

Birds of a feather?

Miss me with the shhh.

We haven’t flocked since

we were peeps long before this.

Get up off your high roost,

stop the a-doodle-doo.

Un-ruffle your feathers,

get gone—fly the coop.

—JG

Meet the eyes of a monster,

chained,

sponsored by the state

meant to be painted pretty.

Sitting colored like the sun,

days soon to be numbered

like his new ensemble,

guilty before proven innocent.

Meet the eyes of a...

Just because I don't, don’t mean I can't. Just because I can, don't mean I should.

Loving wealth and fearing death are impossible to shake, but “For Jesus’ sake.”

Screams with no voice,

mousey,

hiding out inside of a dark space.

Skittish with no comfort,

kittenish, pupils wide

pulling her necklace.

Meanwhile he’s still reckless,

a bandit, coon eyed,

not welcomed in their plac...