So called Freedom

So called Freedom

Freedom seekers seek easy emancipation

Freedom riders rode on a wing and a prayer

Once written words 

Lincoln's prose abstract meanings

Lofty lies left between a rock and a hard place

Captive audiences disolute nations within nations

Strain and buck against wrought iron restraints

Dying or trying to break free of Uncle Tom's Cabin

Slave shacks reserved for the unfree who longed to be free

Is free a verb

Is free an adjective

Is free a feeling

Maybe free is a farce

A cheap photocopy of freedom

Colin Kaepernick was free until he took a knee

How free you wanna be

Free until the ink dries on the 13th Amendment

Freedom fits like too tight shoes made for marching

Freedom songs frozen in time

The tactile tension of what you can't touch

Maybe freedom is faith

Faith ...

Gil Scott Heron/Black Boy

See that black boy running scared his old man gotta problem

Dip to the same song

Same song since old heads was young bucks

The streets are undefeated

Names change 

The hood stays the same

Going to jail out on bail

Collect calls from upstate

The police knows your name

See that black boy running scared

Running from ghetto games malt liqour

Pissy alleys and bombed out houses

Running from gorilla pimps street light hustlers

Two time losers drug abusers

Sing the same song

Woulda coulda shoulda sermons

Sung in corner colloquialisms

Those euthanized by apathy

Run black boy run reality two seconds off your azz

The suburbs is just a word learned in 8th grade english

Reading writing and reefer

School house lies tells the white mans truth

My little sister belly getting bigger

She can't run

Baby da...

Nasty

Slippery when wet

Exercise caution when sliding in and out of innuendo

It starts with a passing glance

It starts with a tender touch

Lust makes eye contact

Passion pulls the covers back

The love we make

The love we take

Moans get sticky

P()ssy perfume fills the room

Taste testing our never regions

Drenched in candy rain

We doin our thang

Backflips and somersaults grown folks gymnastics

Baby lets get down

Go down on me

Go down on you

I like the flavor of your funk

Shift my stick like a five speed

Got me grabbing for pillows

Groan and grunts on that backside I can't front

My tongue got her speaking in tongues

She called me nasty

I called her bluff

Slippery when wet 

I couldn't get enough...

Midnight Mea Culpa

Two hours till dawn

Wondering what the why is

Insomnia plays home movies on the ceiling

Mistakes misdeeeds missteps hound broken down ego

Thats you lying

Thats you justifiying

Thats you standing in the mirror

Looking at your reflection

A manic facsimile stuck in stasis

Heaven is just a dream away

Can I get there from here

Here I lay in planetary purgatory

Staring at stars

Self made succubus fist fighting mortality

Earthbound angels with casket consequences

Seek a piece of heaven

Your place in the sun

Midnight mea culpa....

American Fiend

This is the American Dream

Swallowed

Injected

Smoked

Snorted

Defy gravity on voodoo vacations

Inside your mind

Measured in kilograms milligrams

Get a seat next to god in economy class

Looking for that mega blast that don't last

But rocks your kness

Make your nose bleed

Then you come back for more

I am a whore for the 

American Dream

The abundance of nothing

I am the American Fiend

I brought what the Man was selling

Greasy hypodermic hypocrisy

One nation under the influence

Pushing pills for your ills

On primetime television

Mass medication

Thank you for your participation

Your Oxy anticipation

Your Opiate allegiance

To physical transactions

Sexual interactions of the young black and aimless

Babie...

Blues Man Pt. 1

I gotta train to catch

I hear it coming

Sitting on a rusty bench in Natchez Mississppi

Waiting for the iron horse

Red dust cling to my my Florsheim heels

One step from the plantation

My blues on a string

Juke joint preachin

Sing blasphemous sermons amplified

Making loose women tap painted toes 

Deep down south

Cotton and the Klan grow out the ground

I learned to get down

On Guitar and Gin

Brought a one way ticket to Chicago

Running from Mississippi

I hear that train coming

Heading up north

That horn hollering in the distance

I gotta train to catch

Goin up north

Tired of greens and gristle

Swing low sweet chariot

Maybe I'll buy a Lincoln sedan

Blacker than me

In Chicago Land

Find me a sophisticated lady

Who like how I squeeze six strings

A note from n...

Civilized

I am trying to be civil

Sensible

As you say civilized

I am a creation of your civilization

I am the negro you need

The nigg*r when you don't

Moral whiplash last longer than the birth of a nation

I am a creation of your civilization

How many shovels can you dig this with

I am

The stranger in your bedroom closet

I am 

The stranger in your bed

I know you sleep with hatred

I tried to be civil

Sensible

Martin Luther King dignified

Skinny tie soliloquy

Waiting for you to be civilized

Let me slip into something more comfortable

I love the lie you told me

You came to civilize

Cuz I was uncivilized

You fed me bible and bullsh!t

Which I devoured

A...

American Idols

Cue the music 

Strike up the band

Manufacture the tears

Manufacture the cheers

Sanctified in sequins lowercase lords

At the church of artificial gods

Superficial skin deep mini dieties and divas own the stage

Man made light illuminate singers of sad songs for fame

The whole world knows your name

Praying to posters for penitence

You can't touch your Gods

Look but don't touch

Six degrees of separation

A universe divided between followers and the followed

Dancing the latest dance

Singing the latest song

Wearing the latest clothes

Pitiful puppets with no strings attached

Who do you love

What do you love

Worship at the high definition 4K altar of sight sound and sex appeal

Who do you love

What do you love

Praise lab grown petri dish distractions

So called superstars run rough shod through id...

The Object of Desire (Poem inspired by the book The Delectable Negro)

We are the object of desire

Melanin men spindled and folded into robes of gold

Whipped black backs on display hanging from trees

For all the world to see

The strange business of bodies as a commodity

Sexual oddity 

Sorrow sold to the highest bidder

We are the objects of deviant desire

Black breeding

Black seeding

White needing

A sick skin fetish

Massa did'nt make love

He made babies

Mullato mandingos infected with the blood of perdition

Athletic ex Africans play on manicured plantation fields 

With numbers on their backs

Others with numbers under their chins

Playing the same game

Our skin belongs to them

Their sin belongs to us

Photogenic negroes smile as flesh and blood ebony trophies

Feeding frenzied fantasies

Watching buck naked nigg*rs<...

The Road Part 2

Matthew 7:13-14

For wide is the gate and broad is the road that leads to destruction

Narrow the road that leads to life only a few find it....

And so it goes

This road cuts deep in the soles of my feet

Granite pebbles pierce my soul

Walk a thousand miles on a promise

Misplaced faith made me wander

A vagabond on the road

No rest for the weary

I travel backstreets searching for salvation

A piece of Jesus in my pocket

The Devil riding shotgun

I limp on

I limp on

The road hurts my pride

I swallow spit and solitude

I send a telegraph to my legs to keep moving

The road lives under my feet

Uneven sufaces sacrafice my sins

And so it goes

The road

Reality under my feet

Reminding me of the past present and future

I carry emotional baggage on br...