THE WRITING ON THE WALL (A Revolutionary Joint)

The writing has been on the Wall...
but We didn't read it.


Its like.. We didn't want to see it.


Now...all the sudden.. this world is fucked up?


All you had to do...


was Look up.


Cause.. the writing has always been on the Wall.


No one answered... when We made the call..


To pull up ya pants...and be a Man.


But all the warnings were like they were written in the Sand.


All washed away.


And now.. we are in the final act..
of a tragic play.


The Writing has been on the wall.


We can't say it wasn't there.


We just went on with our lives


like we didn't care.


Suddenly now..its a issue.


Watery eyes


boxes of tissue.


Now its time to teach our children the facts.


Time to wake up..


Time...to act.


Racism is alive and We...are the prey.


And if we DON'T READ THE WRITING ON THE WALL


It will always be...the way it is...


Today.


WAKE UP.


LOOK UP.


The writing...is on the Wall.


E.c. 20120325

ILLUSION OF THE BLACK-NESS

We still think our Skin...
will get us in..
That exclusive club of Races
But there's no membership card
for the Black faces.


Instead of coming together and finding a Solution..


We drifted off into an ... Illusion.


We've become relaxed.
Like its all good
Cause Men aren't riding horses
wearing White hoods.


The Hoods are still there..just locked away.
We still the same Coon today...
as we were
Yesterday.


But we are in an Illusion.
That we are just like them


And no matter how Many times We score..
We are NOT..going to Win.


Cause...we have...Black Skin.


Ready for the Revolution???


Another... Illusion.


How can you fight with your pants below your ass???


If the Revolution began today...you know how long it would last??


Less than a Day..


The Black Race would be wiped away..


And not even a History book would mention Us.


Cause we thought we became their equal when we began to sit in the front of the Bus??


Its all... an Illusion.


And We refuse to see..


We can stand at "that" Door all day...


But We will never...


Get a Key.


Be...cause...


They will forever see US as the "Suspect".


Which means we will never earn "their" 
respect.


That's why our Neighborhoods suffer from
neglect.


And that application you just put in...


will get stamped... "reject".


And we still think things are ok?


Its all...an Illusion.


and I hope we Wake the Fuck Up!!


one Day.


E.c. 20120321

THAT THING I DO (LUSTFUL CONTENT)

As I lay here in the aftermath of some deep penetration.  


Things I just did.. were beyond My wildest imagination.


As erect penis broke thru flesh and pierced the Mind...


Ohhh...that feeling was so sublime.


As We lost touch with Space and...Time.


Bodies shiny from Lustful Sweat..


Positions and secretions... so memorable, I'll never forget...


nor will I regret..


How I took it sooo deep...


As I type this...


She's...laying here alseep..


Smile on Lips...


My hand print.. on Hips..


Cause I penetrated her Soul...


Giving her the most memorable Fuck...


was My goal.


And I did what I "came" to do..


Now I'm waiting for her to wake up...


cause... I...ain't...thru.


E.c. 201203018

ODE TO MY FRIEND

I tried to write about My Friend.  I tried to...express how much I miss Him.


And I deleted all of it.


Cause... I can't take that emotion...and send it thru fingers to the keyboard.


My Best Friend is James Jackson.


And...I loved My friend as if we shared the same DNA.


And now...My friend is gone.


And honestly...  I still don't know how to...


deal with it.


Cause.. when someone is embedded in your heart and soul...


They may leave this world...


but...their essence.  Their.... energy..


still remains in the fiber of your Soul.


How foolish of Me to think he was immortal...and would never Die.


I guess... I was a fool.


I HAVE a Friend..  His name is James Jackson.


I wish Heaven had Skype.


Love ya Man.


See ya when I see ya.


E.

REBIRTH OF THE WORD

I'm a Poet with no words to write.

No Vowels...no Nouns

in sight.

Mind Blank of Rhymes 

and quotes

No paper for Me to take

notes.

My Mind blank like the 

Universe before the

Big Bang.

Like a Choir

without 

a 

Song to Sang.

I'm a Poet

without a

Soul

If I can no longer

spit the game..

I will lose

My 

Soul.

So..I take a breath

so Deep.

Stand at the Edge

of Darkness..

and 

take a 

Leap

Into the Depths

of 

My Mind

And if I allow

My creativity

to flow

I'm sure I'll find.

That no matter how

far from the 

Light I may 

Be.

That Wordsmith

that

Poet

Will forever..

Live in Me.

E.

The Fifth Letter

I can never 

Fail

I can only

get

better

Cause the Rhyme is

within

and to not

write

Is the ultimate

Sin

Cause..

I

am

a

Poet

E. c.  20120315