So I met this ***** that was lerkin like a cool,
chic head up angled like she was aiming for a fool *****,
                       Looked like a ratchet who da hell would snatchet unless ya faith is sappy
cause that girl hella *****,.
        Bend down to light a halfy,
                            Cut shorts **** snorts wreak smoke
           Might choke Taahaaa she broke no joke,.
                             Brain tied Boy lied Needa hero,.
                             On time,**** lime,she know she be a zero.
Ghett heals wet meals not real done deal,.


(sais the white girl that want's to be a rapper :)

Did you see the way he mugged me right after she hugged me?
lookin hella scared as if he even cared,
           when they drove  off he hit her with a cough,
when he looked back he felt her up her rack ,
  Warn, torn, Baby just born.
             Six year age range,
             No home no change.
wish I could have catched it from the way he sketched it,
She is just a beauty workin ******* deuty.......

dark carnival of night lures me
its woman lay spread with stained fingers
her smile wide but vacant
her thoughts far away
from the words that escape her tainted lips
they are free to roam happy places
while her body becomes a temple
to sublime brackish waters toil
to dark things that never leave

this hour is marked with
drawn shades
but is it so far from the homes i dwelt in before
fear always at the door
incessant knocking pleading to be let in
hope never answering its phone
the endless busy elsewhere signal
the hunger of a heart
that has never even tasted another's wine
that has never known the depth of warm bliss

empty hours
waiting lights off
breath held by the window
peering out the edge
at the empty dark street below
for the call of a voice that would have saved
for a face that would have been
but never was
mine to love

i have been up and down this road
know its every misplaced stone
know its very shadows
and i have begun to perceive there
is no escape
there is no dawn coming
there is no escape

this desperate fleeing will come to naught
these poems the last mutterings of madness
the last paper to take flight in the cold black and white photograph of morning
her smile dripped with fetish
but the strong fingers of her words
worked at the lid of my mind
prying lose the harbored fears
and delving into the sweet meat

her own self portrait
is languid and driven with heat
curved back with intonations of lust
but benith its lurid covers
one percives the desperate clawing fingers
and ever hungered never sated eyes

my own photograph
lay out on the floor
stained with age
and torn along the edges
but benith its neat posed glib humor
one percives the
small room ages ago
where hope still endured
that room now vacant

i go
probably to my demise
a last black and white photograph
cast careless from the aperture
of a childhood's camera

everything we thought we'd be
never amounted to enough
everything i though she would be
was just as barren
as my lurid dreams

the engines of night labor in the distance
flush with the sound of enduring all that might come
flush with sounds of all those  who thrive in its endless warrens

the creeping shadow
waitings baited breath just at lights edge
for a quick peek at another way of life
but must retreat along its own mindless dream ways
a victim of its fantasy of ever better tomorrow's

the engines of night labor on
producing a fine silt that stains the river of time
with its dark mutterings
and cast off malformed beasts
they writhe in pain at the touch of light
that speak in dead languages of mystery's
that souls never harbored

bring out the small boat
we venture out onto the still waters
mindful of the noise we incur
that threatens to expose us
to all prying eyes
we put out our line
and fish for the treasure
but never having been here before
we failed to think that nothing will be gained
we failed to believe we could ever succeed

i must soon leave this room
this place of years
and venture onto the sandy soil
onto the thick air that strangles
and hope there is something to be gained
from such utter folly

You did it once not much trouble,
One more try will cost you double .
now your'e stuck your'e soul has baled,
your in jail your'e life has failed,
                  Hard to turn back forget the wack crack.
your'e pore kid whatever he did, You feal cold but once was gold,
Left the family empty handed you went high and never landed.
                       Miss you mommy feal abandend
Need for speed?! plead for lead... Could't quit your'e mind just split.
                                  I'm-still-fit-I-have-a-g­oal To be the BEST ,..
your'e in a whole with mind at rest.
                                            I'm at school it's on my chest It's mommy's day wish you the best.

dedicated  to  my  *brother