Sand on my hair,
Salt in my ears,
Fish on my toe.
I grabbed a handful of sand
and tossed it in the sea.
A ripple formed.
The hardened sand scattered into the sea;
tiny little grains;
And I remembered why I did not choose you.
It's because you never really loved me.

they say that Time is
passing, but we pass Time

When antiquated tenets presume
Like Pyramids entombed
Buried Deep within sand Dunes

Old adages must be discerned
To bring this all to light
Mind and Soul begin Insight

That Contempt  beguiles
Juggling Words and phrases
For modern philosophies  

To find an Empty Concept
Lead by an inept Prophet
Who's vision awaits begetting

As I am ambivalent to
What is said to come
So no time's wasted

From awaiting the Event.....


All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack

To all the Poets who work so Hard
To bring us their Precious Words
And tell us of their Tears and Fears

To all the Poets who work so dear
To tell us Magic tales of yore
Clashing swords and Dragons roar

To all the Poets who work so long
Juggling Words to bring them on
And express the Fights all won

To all the Poets who clever Phrase
Your words put us into a Daze
And, this poem's to Rave your Praise

This Poem's your Laurels to Honor you...


All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack

Longing Passions, that you desire
Fanning Flames, of Fleshly Fires

People always say
That crime Don't Pay
But there are always
Those who try to beat it

A Guy Named Stan thought
He was the Man with the Plan
All he needed was the  guy to
Bypass the Electric Alarms

He looked up an old Buddy
Someone he could trust
Once the Alarm was dead
There was a Back door to bust

Sitting waiting was a Companies
Payroll over Thirty Grand
They Pried open the Safe
And got what was at Hand

Stan kneeled and passed
the Money to his Buddy
Holding onto The Sack
Glad the Guy had his back

As he looked up from the Safe
Square into the Barrel of a Gun
Stan knew the plan was done
The Crack of a .32 took his life

As he Lie there Bleeding
From a Bullet in his Neck
He thought he had all the Cards
But there was a Joker in the Deck


All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack

And your intellect is wasted.
Let me tell you, your words will lose their depth.
Because she hears them and smiles,
but they are hollow to her.
They are just an extension of you.
Just another second, third, hundredth chance at half-assed affection that won't last the week.

I wonder what will become of your words.
Of your presence that fills all spaces in conversation.
I wonder what will happen to your heart.
That is more authentic than most and so contrasts her own.
Your mind that follows no one else.
And eyes which love your mother
and long patiently for the sea.
Your head that is tighter than your hold on me.

If she manages to ensnare you
with her black lips and hungry heart,
then I will forever wonder
If she is pulling these things apart.

Her funeral was this year
Its been a long time*
Since we were together

Still our Love never Faded
She told me recently.....
Leaving me was her worst Mistake

There was so much Sunshine
When we were together
No matter the Weather

And the ***,
We had it everywhere
Laughing as People stared

Yearning to Kiss her
Just because I miss her
*Lost Love of Mine

Warm beams of sun light
Fall across my kitchen floor...

The Blue Nile is a Local Club
It Hosts the Poets Groove,
A Late Night spoken Poet event
That is the culture of the Smooth.

Desdamona The queen of the Poetry Scene
Hosted a Cool MC there for Years
Poets, Hip Hoppers and Rappers
All Gathered here bringing there words

Hip hop, Rappers, and Poets Hang
For that Late Night Poets Reading
The House band lays down your Music
Background as you perform the Speaking

The band can do from Jazz to Rap
They latch on to the feel and beat
Your doing your Reading replete
With the musical blendings complete

On the Stage with your Words
For an audience that heard
It gives you an incredible feeling
the Applause makes it all worth Dealing

I've seen Street Rappers Lay it down
Hip Hoppers with Singer Backgrounds
Girls with Love Poems, Feeling Alone
For a Poet its the best show around


All the Work here is licensed under the Name
®SilverSilkenTongue and the © Property of J.Flack