The Sickness

The Sickness

It begins with a cough

Low grade fever

Night sweats

Diarrhea of the mouth

Also known as talking shi*t

Throwing up lies

Vomiting untruths

Regurgitating hate

The Sickness

It lingers in the air

Lives on door knobs

Bathroom walls

And leather living rooms

The Sickness 

Killed JFK

Killed MLK

Upper respiratory allegory

Infects the angels of our conscious

The Sickness 

Burned crosses

The Sickness

Crucified Christ

The Sickness

Living in blood streams

Mass murder day dreams

Jim Jones hallucinating into the messiah

Passing out cyanide suicide kool-aid communion

No cure for the cultural concubines

Who lay down with the dogs of war

No vaccination

No transfusion

The Sic...

Sex Majic

She had voodoo in her thighs

We made love on a ouija board

Bodies moving involuntarily

Convulsions

Compulsions

Inside a sexual seance

.Performing devilish acts with arched backs

Her sex majic left a aftertaste

Sticky and sweet

Witchcraft hips with muscle memory

Lips kiss my wet dream

Sex majic...

Aesthetic

Have you ever

Written your name on a foggy window

Childs play

You know when its warm inside

And its cold outside

Use your finger as a pen

Condensation is a sketch book

Temporary letters

Kiss the glass

Ephemeral consonants and verbs

Spell out missing intentions

Write last rites

with water vapor

Disappear into thin air......

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.....