Thursday, May 20, 2021
Sunday Service
Monday, January 18, 2021
Food Desert
I stumble towards the bright neon lights
They cast a warm addictive glow over this food desert
I’ll take a micky d’s triple cheese
With a side of corporate sleaze
Whoa! Now that’s a real combination
A result of the combo-nation
5.99 to dine on swine
No heaven behind golden arches
The true wealth is health
The real revolution in the libraries
My pops would drive by the churches
To make me a product of intelligent design
Inspiration from the non-fiction to the fairies
It was there a young version of myself found strength
Recovering from trauma while missing my momma
Fuck punctuation, or where to put a comma,
There’s no pressure to show up
Just show the glow when you can
dtr
Wednesday, December 30, 2020
Poetry Dump
I'm in the process of making a new webpage. I'll just be dumping creative writing on this page from now on. I mean, that's all it is anyways. This is just stuff scribbled on notepads and napkins.
I sit and enjoy crime docs
Safe from homicides within blocks
I'd never step on.
Vaccine or not...
Those areas infected
Violence expected and accepted
All too often
heat filled streets
Give birth to bloody tees and dope laced beats
Secluded in the suburbs I could ignore
The ugly and the poor
Hating the police
We'd have the luxury
To emulate that hate
Far from the words in our favorite songs
We got the warnings
Emptied bags and smashed bongs
Second chances... I must reflect
On the words to become a better man
Only through the prose will be my salvation
I grow older and become thankful
Of those who cupped their hands around my dying light
And offer my own candle to a roadside memorial on a cold winter night
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Damn.
Little homie has to be only fifteen
Shaky hands with a can of mace in my face
I'm getting robbed for a king can
Just so the kid can feel like a king man
If only for a night
Tough times got me debating between guaranteed safety and a fight
Foolishly I held my ground
Truth be told he got one can and I got the other
Sip that one slow brother
What's up with this summer?
I know a couple Isabels
One's a little heart beat
The others a violence covered street
Sunday, March 29, 2020
Window Shopping
That when homie got hit with the stray
I saw his white polo go blood red
From a plain K Swiss to a graphic tee
Later the courtroom was it's own tragedy
No justice just grand gestures made by jesters
So the hate in his mother's heart
It grows and festers
Word is she just sits by the window
With a coffee in her hand she hasn't drank for days
She whispers but nobody can hear what she's saying
Some say she mumbles
Others swear she's praying
I'm not sure myself
But I know something about survival
Day to daying
Show her the light!!!!
Show her the fight!!!
dtr.
Wednesday, March 11, 2020
Wandering Thoughts
Was once the praying city
An artist wanders down the deserted streets
Seeking inspiration from the loss and moss
Something dangles between his fingers
Either a blunt or a cross
Trying to rationalize the lack of god's rise (Don't tell me to capitalize)
Faith tested by the highs
Faith tested by the lies
Faith tested by love's demise
He wrote it all down with tears in his eyes
But there was strength if you believed
Resilience in the small revolution of thought
(Truth) a garbage can fire casts dark shadows behind the writers
They had the power to bring peace to the fighters
But paintings had become hated
Words even more
If it didn't fit into a telly time slot
It stayed in the attic of the mind to rot
The once bustling downtown now vacant and boarded up
The only thing left behind were the oddly placed statues
Arms outstretched
The coins collected now worthless
I see you survived..
And ask myself
Is love worth less?
dtr.
Friday, February 7, 2020
Stronger Now
Knees buckling
Wish gasping breath
You rose anyways
You're stronger now.
You cried
Sobbing towards the sky
The price we pay
When the soul has something to say
You're stronger now.
You left the deceitful comfort of a toxic relationship
Cold and shivering
You packed what you could
And found new inspirations on the journey home
You're stronger now.
You stopped smashing your fists against walls
No more comfort in highs and lies
Not alone brother
You sought therapy
You're stronger now.
We're stronger now.
dtr