FREESTYLEVISION

Foul once again gang
In the good morning middle of the night
Known now that the base composed essentially of shhhh
and gestures of concealed projection
with purpose
meant for chosen few draped for
meaning sly villainous intent.
To convey as waxed mustache twisted during past times
I love to remind and explode
especially during awkward vibrations dancing in the limelight

Swallows ascend in plumes of smoke
their plumage grips smut
for no oil permits its resistance
they permeate nonesuch
from forth their suits no sweat
mere silt-colored sweaters

on the antennae when they meet
They make the sign of a t
then flee in the form of a flying v

the Tenant inside underneath
watches TV
does not see electricity does not
pay to view Sojourners’
Exodus Genesis Exodus

inside and under tenement rock
sensory membranes are battered lawn grass
to breathe here means to go blind
to adjust reception means to permit
transmission of pidgin language

no words just hunger no gestures
no songs but wings
mimicking the veins of the city
all that is leaving for far too many
not bombs but falling birds

it’s not You
rather how you will be
forgotten in beds of soil you turn
rich and rotten

every Sorry Thank you Please
erased of all our memories
anonymous feathers
formalities for stuffing our pillows
and we are all beaten cases
how we tried to find our fill
never meant by sense or will
for often said without a clue
what was meant by
how are you

Sometimes I wish I had the power
To set u free from her devour
It hurts me every time the thought crosses
But then again my heart won’t allow the truth to process
It can’t be me, denial is not in my system
We have the click, the bond, the groove, the rhythm
I believed u, I believe u, you’re confused, scared to choose
Left on a queen sized mattress in Harlem, I was afraid I would lose
A competition of affection, yet my love caressed your every ache and sore
My love couldn’t be embodied through word, even the public saw it for far more
You were too comfortable
Nestled in my heart, fell asleep in the warmth of my kiss
Occasionally seeing her, texting her while the curves of my body yearned for your lips
In love with two women
Some call you lucky, while others that know us both steer u my way
Knowing in the back of your mind that I am not here just for this present day
I try to be strong, even now, wiping away tears, yet u saw my pain
Embraced yet defaced I walk through your hood head held high yet sometimes I bare the feeling of shame
Cause she walks through this hood and they know, I don’t want the pity they secretly leak
I wonder if ill ever turn that corner and find myself a new street
I’m so afraid and alone, still feel your warmth on my sheets
Checkin my phone and its you when it rings
Not sure if I should pick up, I can’t resist this unknown thing
Counting the days although I don’t want us to be done
I wonder where we’ll stand when the baby comes.

KRS told us a time ago,
we must learn,
instead of street life,
the only knowledge earned,
or how much them sneaks cost,
and who got burned,
or how much them freaks cost,
now I’m concerned,
I discern,
our priorities mixed up,
fighting each other,
and at the same time,
now He’s out to get us,
signs of the Armageddon,
end of times,
its 3 sixes,
I’ll take my three wishes,
and kiss the sky,
hope to triumph over struggles,
if… I try…

Magnify my deepest lie and uncover what I’ve kept inside
Break through the thickest strides, the toughest barriers, the roughest rides
And hidden beneath the moon, farthest away from the sun
Lies the cobweb infested truth that I once thought was dead and passed overdone
Unlocked and unleashed, destined to repeat
Controlling the moves of both my mind and my feet
I’m weak
Weakened to the touch only one can provide
Invisible tears he fails to see yet they pour from my eyes
Silently I scream, afraid I might hear myself even once
Place the zipper back on my heart, its been accustomed to days, weeks, months…

A stray to this household yet we bare the same last name
Confused on the apparent, I evade truth by pushing it away
Just wanting to be held, cradled even, without a doubt lingering in my mind
A dark figure that is of my loves seems clear yet hazy and hard to find
Giving him, pouring onto him, every bit of my soul
Hoping, wishing, dreaming that maybe a better chapter would unfold
So I could be eager enough to keep reading, hungry enough to keep feeding
Stronger enough to keep giving, barely human enough but keep bleeding
Aches to my heart long for a cure only he can prescribe
My all doesn’t seem to be enough no matter how much I try
So I keep trying.
Trying to show him, trying to give him the benefit of the wrong
Yet all the signs around me tell me that I should be moving on
I can’t. A girl with her heart on his sleeve
Yet I hold a hardened face hoping he doesn’t leave
I know I can do better, those I encounter tell me so
Yet I continue to fall for the same john doe
Let me know or let me go
I’m confused and alone.

I’m from a bad place that I still call home
I’m from the city that’s never been a drug-free zone
I see Bum’s, Thug’s, Hoe’s, G’s and Scrubs
I know we all human so we all need love
I live for life I’m brighter than high beams
I know it gets better it’s not as bad as it seems
If I cross these tracks I’ll be in Central
We should own houses stop living in rentals
I’m from Dodge City the Noya Narf Richmond
You’ll get took out the game if you get caught slippin
They’re on Turf Politics Pills Purple and hollowtips
Create R.I.P shirts and love to model it
I see police brutality looking out my project window
Get slapped in the face with dope baggies every time the wind blow
Young dudes carry kaddaz outta they’re section
12 year old cousin go to school with a “Smith and Wesson”
They shot they stabbed they killed my kin
Keep my focus on my future put my pain in the pen
I’m from a bad place that I still call home
I see what I see because this is what I condone

Fall asleep
to escape the ills of the world
undress my mind
to discover that lost little girl
I’m so cold
Knowing that tomorrow ain’t promised
Dancin on the clouds
Run through life so brolic
I see you smilin no pain in the end
Rest my head there you are so until we meet again
Save a spot for me just incase I get in

I know I’m blessed
but the what If’s got me thinkin out loud
Tryna get up out the hood
One day maybe rock the crowd
and these cowards aint sh*t
They don’t scare me a bit
I ain’t worried bout a bullet
I know life’s a b*tch
So why
would I focus on the negative
I’m positive my future look bright
Got my foot up in this college sh*t
Destined for greatness
Mama said that I’ma Queen
These ignorant dudes could never sale me a dream
The lil mama’s gotta know what they about
That’s why I give it to them raw every time I spit it out
Nobody else gone do it
Worried bout they jewlz and shoes
Cars and rims acting like modern day coons
Call it what you want
this sh*t is type redundant
If you bought the BS have ya money refunded.

Today I imagine myself at peace.
Find a f*ck-buddy tonight.
Update your credit.
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Become a teacher.
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Could you imagine me in Vegas?
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I’m in debt.
Notice the flicker of life before retirement.
Make a mind-body connection along the way.
Connect with some people.
Participate. Voice your opinion. Put yourself out there.
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