Friday, October 10, 2008

i b ghetto

b-ing ghetto supposedly means
b-ing battered by the blows of jagged woes
my form left haggard from the staggering height of problems
shattering my view of the sun
you think I’m that one
wrung dry of hope, head hung and lungs filled with
the smoke of ten dollar dope
my voice a constant holler against folk
who don’t live where I live
or die where I die
a holler against folk
who don’t cry like I cry
you think i
suffer through each day
just wishing I could die
to escape my neighborhood full of either
niggaz with trigger happy fingers
or cracked up bitches with lingering twitches
and old stitches tracking their guts
from the lack of birth or body control

well, that ain’t the only way ghetto folk roll

if you ever strolled through the perceived hell
you call my ghetto cell
you’d behold the golden light of young and old
souls shining bright through the oppressive folds
of unknown foes
those folk who overlook our glow and instead
seek to show us only the bleak view of ourselves
as if no hues of beauty could be construed
from the cracked concrete fracturing our streets
as if no joy could be secreted from spirits downbeat
as if each minute of our existence is replete with our defeat

if you ever bothered to step inside
the place I reside
you wouldn’t be so quick to stick
negative signs on our brick
telling us we sick
you wouldn’t be so slow to know
positive grows beneath your nose
and from rich soil we all rose
if you ever bothered to step inside
the place where I reside

but instead you point and snicker at us from the outside

malign our minds cuz they ain’t confined by society’s define
mine our shine then claim it’s yours but only more ‘refined’
assign crimes to our rhymes and not the capitalistic climb
enshrine our dead martyrs while you dine on our decline

then whine cuz our agenda ain’t aligned with your design

but digressing into explaining your transgressions
prevents me from addressing your misconceptions
of the ghetto’s imperfections…

look closer…

we b
bitches and hoes
sistas and bros
chickenheads willing to blow for the snow

look closer…

we b
folk working 80 hour weeks for little dough
children in schools where the quality’s low
parents with little time to watch their kids grow
teens who wear expensive clothes purely for show

look closer…

we b
folk you don’t know cuz you never stop through
folk whom you purposefully misconstrue
folk whose acknowledgement is long overdue
cuz we ain’t just the foundation, we’re the fucking GLUE

look closer…

and recognize

the ghetto in YOU

Wednesday, August 09, 2006

momentary loss/permanent loss

i was doing me
when you came through
and then i was doing you

until i remembered the song
from my soul's refrain
and then i was doing me again

without you

Saturday, August 05, 2006

that which i worship (repost)

Unzipping your pants as I
Slip my hands in and pull out your tool
I'm already fueled as I visualize how
The next few minutes will unfold
I've been told I'm rather bold
When it comes to being oral
Very thorough with my treatment
As I sit here on my knees
Eager to please

You tower over me
With your legs spread widely
All the power over me
Found within your hardened masculinity
I'm hypnotized by it's enlarged head
Dreading the moment all of this ends
Spending time getting reacquainted with it's silky feel
Stealing furtive licks on the third eye
As it spys me, I can hear your quiet sigh

Standing, I fold my hands upon your chest
I take off your vest and whisper softly
For you to undress yourself of the rest
I can feel you breathing softly on my shoulder
I know it's about time for me to get a little bolder
Pushing you so you fall sprawling across the bed
Settling myself in between your muscled legs
I smile, knowing my appetite's about to be fed
Gonna leave your sanity crippled in my stead

I close my eyes as I slip you in between my soft lips
Flicking my tongue across the swollen veins of ya dick
Tricking you into thinking I won't take it all in
Grinning as I get ready to begin
Engulfing you down to your pubic base, tickling my tonsils
As I glance at your face, it's twisted pose
Showing me your sudden fall from grace
The spaces between your intakes of breath
Have become shorter as you near this sweet death

I'm at once inspired as I cradle your jewels
The silken sacs holding your sexual fuel
I can feel them tremble as the fluid moves through them
I swallow and suck in attempts to soothe them
They feel the vibrations as I beginning humming
I can see the sensation's almost got you cumming
As your hips rise and fall on the sheets with a thump
I sense your rod pulsate, and then it jumps
So I grab it and hold on to it steady
I can tell by it's heat that you're almost ready
As I hear your muffled groans, coupled in with my soft moans
My clit feels neglected, so I reach down to protect it
The cream from within me is gathered on the sheets
A puddle at the juncture where my chocolate thighs meet
Your breathing is ragged, composure is jagged
You twist to escape from my constant tongue tagging
My assault's unrelenting, as I remember your consenting
To this soft killing that's now got you ascending

You're grabbing my hair as you lose your control
My constant dick stroking has taken it's toll
You strangle out, 'faster',and I choose to comply
As I squeeze at the base, and look up on the sly
Your eyes are closed shut, and your face is contorted
It's covered with sweat, but my view is distorted
By the pillow you reached for to cover your mouth
As your ab muscles clench, and you let out a shout
'I'm bout ta cum baby' is your sudden announcement
I squeeze your jewels softly and continue mouth bouncing
Your thighs start to tighten, there's a momentary hush
Then all of a sudden, I feel the cum rush
From the bottom of your balls to the base of your dick
And right through the red, swollen head of your stick
Then the creamy stream hits the back of my throat
But I've done this before, so I know I won't choke
It's coming in waves, and I swallow it all
And during this time I'm still squeezing the balls
To make sure I get each and every last drop
I continue to suck, cuz I don't want to stop
Your body is flinching all over the place
And the pillow continues to cover your face
Your toes are now curled, and your thighs are now trembling
I can hear through the pillow that you've begun mumbling
Your rod has now softened, as I've sucked it dry
It's spent, and you're bent, as you let out a sigh
Cuz it's never been worshipped so thoroughly before
As you take off the pillow and whisper out 'MORE'

Thursday, June 01, 2006

over it...get

footsteps of your presence are
shadowed indentions throughout my thoughts
planting pits into my determined intention to forget


I want you

I want to

make you inconsequential
like a wind without the power to ruffle my clothes
a scent so light it escapes the reach of my nose
a shimmer so thin I can't see it’s there
a molecule so small it can sit on the tip of a split hair

but it ain’t that easy

cuz even though my
reality means remaining in a state
of never evolution
I remember
what almost was

what almost was

and dream of
what could have been

even as

smile into the faces of other men
i see

smile within the faces of other men

even as

style my life without you
I see

style within my life without you

cuz I cannot forget

i cannot forget...

help me to forget

disappear from the face of the earth
stop teasing me with your nearness
cuz you know you’re
far away
cease this game of friendly contact
cuz you know i
cannot play

you know what i want

I want you

I want to



help me

by erasing the stain
of you
from my memory
by eradicating the disease
of you
from my blood
by exorcising the ghost
of you
from my soul

that's the least you can do
to help me to

Thursday, March 30, 2006

that is the question

to bee or not to bee...

do i b that bee
to buzz around his head
a swarm of one bent on
the singular event of making
him hear me?

do i b that bee
to wait for him to
raise his hands in desperation
before swatting me down in
frustration cuz this bee b bugging?

do i b that bee
who does the stick and move
pricking through his skin
to prove to him
he needs my sting?

or do i b that bee
who pollinates his mind
procreating one of a kind
thoughts that mature like wine
and thrive like vines divine?

to bee
or not to bee
that is the question...

i choose not to bee.

Saturday, March 18, 2006


flows like profound
notes composed
he knows I am
love exposed
within prose
i have
words enclosed
i am
too wide
i suppose

Friday, February 17, 2006

verbal weaponry

smooth edges
gleam against
shine of his teeth
bared as
each letter
each word
each sentence
his speech
cuts through
with surgical precision

membrane from bone
while pain splatters and stains
in toxic tides as
each atom
each cell
my being
curls fetal
from fatal division