Digital Vertigo

Steel Rain/Billions for Bombs

Mile high murder from above

Steel rain

Human beings blown to smithereens

Human beings as collateral damage

War by other names

Police Actions

Pacification

Interventions

Regime Change

Change you into a corpse

Unalive alibis lie in shallow graves

Steel rain falling on

Sand Nigg*rs

Tan Nigg*rs

Yellow Nigg*rs

Towel Heads

Camel Jockeys

HATE YOU TO

LIBERATE YOU

HATE YOU TO

LIBERATE YOU

Billions for bombs

Peace for a price

Steel Rain...

( Iran is just the Beginning )

Free Style Haiku

Hidden tears under a waterfall

Sorrow matches raging currents

Fast moving 

Angry waters

Doomed to a waterfall

Hidden tears

Emotional facades

Concrete calluses

Erode over time and mystery

Rushing water turning boulders into pebbles

As souls float downstream

Hidden in the waterfall...

My 8-year-old mind

In the night 

My 8 year old mind

Measures the distance from this

Bunk bed space ship to momma's bedroom door in miles

In the night

My 8 year old mind

Steals away to that place far away from now

Now the furniture is moving in my momma's room

The walls yell and scream

I told my 8 year old mind not to cry

I told my 8 year old mind to be brave

I'm going fly my bunk bed space ship far away

Far away from the night

The walls are yelling again

Momma's voice sounds bruised

Behind her bedroom door her hurt became contagious

It crept under my door and crawled inside my 8 year old mind

The night echoes inside my 56 year old mind

Fly away

I will fly away someday....

I seen Jesus in Harlem (Joy to the World)

What!

I seen Jesus in Harlem

Yes!

The Son of the Father

Walkin down 125th and Saint Nic

Floating on Desperate prayers and soul claps

The Son of Man Had rust colored dreads

And a triple black leather trenchcoat

Performing major miracles 

Turning water into pinot grigio

Inside a feast for the forgotten

Made a blind man see the error in his ways

Uptown Jesus versus

Downtown Judas

A night light living in dark rooms

Calling down evil upon

The proverty pimps

Political simps

And cash cows slaughterd for the few

Blessing the Damned

The Doomed

The Defeated

Jesus died in the book

He was resurrected in Harlem

Down the street from hoodlums

A prophet of rubble and renewal

A king dwells with the incarcerated

A king dwells w...

Not a poem

I just want to thank all the poets for their insight and inspiration. I feel humbled every time I read the words on this platform. I just wanted to say this without being artful and from the heart peace love and health to all my fellow poets.  Your man in street Coalhouse 

Oh Snap

Oh Snap

When yo stomach touch yo backbone

Oh SNAP

Supplimental Nutrional Assistance Program

Oh SNAP 

Swipe a full course meal

A government deal

Dealt to pacify Dirty faces

A dollar short of the American scheme

Swipe apple pie promises

Swipe breakfast lunch and dinner

Oh SNAP

Progress taste like chicken

Boiled baked or fried

Drastic times placed on plastic and pin numbers

American Hunger

Oh SNAP...

Skin Diving

Hold your breath and slip beneath the surface

Dive facing the abyss

Making ripples in still waters

Skin diving into midnight blue melancholy memories

Remember when skin was in the game

To take some you have to bring some

Playa rules

Mischeivous mullatos swim slowly past Indigenous Indigos

Slipping each other skin

On the black hand side

Morse code to those treading dread in open water

Dark hearts

Drowning slow

In a sink or swim world

Weighed down by crimes and misdemeanors

Skin Divers roll their hips and move with the current

Skin diving

How deep do you wanna go on one breath.....

A bad little boy

Right now

I have to write this poem now

Right now

I have to say this to the universe

I have to write this before I go into the box

I have to write this before I go into the ground

I was touched

A little boy touched

Innocence is just a word when you get touched

When you know the end of the story

Its the carnal whispers that visit me sometimes

Lick it

Suck it

Kiss it

I was a good little boy

Obedient

Eager to please behind closed doors

The smell of moist moaning and hushed orgasms

Visit me sometimes

A little boy confused

A little boy used

A little boy with a secret

Hiding in plain sight

Living inside my head 

Making deals with demons

She told me not to tell

Silent sinner

Behind closed doors I did what I was told<...

Dreams

These dreams lie in state

A coffin

A casket

Restrained Burgundy velvet

One man funeral for abstract musing

35 millimeter optical collusion

Between the here and now

And the then and yesterday

My dreams are dammed

Infected with moments molested by

Nooses and knives gasoline neckties

My dreams strung up

My dreams under solitary cofinement

Dreams shackled to bloodbourne riots

Jailbreaks at daybreak inmates running for the wall

My dreams reject inward smiles and outward gestures

Dreams with with flesh and blood bogeymen

Killers who assassinate character

Tell me where dreams go to die

Tell me where dreams go to die

Dreams die when nightmares are born....

Cynthia Paulette Lewis

A message to mommy
This woman 
Made me
Pushed me out 
In this old cold world 
Stopped my crying with a hug
Started me crying with well placed slap
This woman loved me before I was in physical form as my cells split in two then four
She knew me before I knew her 
Mommy can you hear me 
I’m crying because your dying 
I replay everything you say
I don’t know what you want me to do
I can’t hug your neck 
A thousand miles away from your smile 
I would walk back to your love 
I’m sorry mommy I didn’t prepare for this moment 
Time is an executioner 
Time is cruel
Mommy is it time for you to go
I don’t know 
Can I go 
And you stay
For a minute 
For a hour
Just stay a little longer 
I love you Mommy