to Nelson Mandela

We say farewell to our beloved brother
Father Africa a loyal friend
Who taught us to get along with one another
Even until the bitter end.

he was our warrior for justice and peace
Our warrior for the betterment of mankind,
In the spirit that is good, we release,
His spirit as we come together and bind.

As the sunsets in the South African skies,
And over mountains high standing
We stand with lifted hard wave our goodbyes
To our warrior, our hero our friend.....

There's a place you pay
On these streets
And sometimes it's high
Like the cost  of dope
In order to **** whatever
That not right
Whatever that's deep in you
And cleans out what
Castor Oil only does inside
The body
But baby it sho'nuff
Will that's in the mind
If the demons are there
They'll feel it too.

Welcome to Ghettoland
Where dope runs freely
But for a price you pay
And pay dearly my friend.
Ghettoland---
Where your life out there
Is win, loose or die!
Chances are
You'll either lose or die
You'll sho'nuff die!

Ghettoland---
Where the hustlers hustle
By any means
And I mean any MEANS!
This is the place where
Street people call home away
From the home they came from
And street girls slinging pootang
You know
What's between their legs
In order to between the sheet or under a house or
Some alleyway to turn a trick.

Ghettoland---
Where Baby Mama's look for their
Baby daddy in order to get that
Child support
And support that child they left.

Welcome to Ghettoland----
Where you'll see burned out buildings
Just remaining reminders of
What was then and what is
NOW!

Welcome to the "New Frontier"
Of an old idea
Welcome to Ghettoland!!!!!!!

I won't stress
I won't freak out
And again being in a mess
All I can do is my very best---
Without all these feelings no doubt.

I cannot let stress
Bother me in the long run
Or burn me like the sun,
Or put me in an early grave
All I can do is my very best.

I won't let stress break me
Tear me down badly
Or make me go insane
No not on my watch
And not today.

I will survive
I will thrive
And I will make it
No matter what comes my way
And stress will not be part of my day.
24 July 2015

I use to hear them say
"Letting those golden moments roll on",
But how much longer of a delay
Or should I stay strong?

Either way the clock ticks in time
And I'm counting those moments
Or those moments I left behind,
I just have to just roll on.

Could you see the winter of our lives
Drifting like so like snowflakes
And cold you see now
And could you see not  sitting by but to survive
No matter what or whatever it takes
Time is measured one moment at a time.

If anyone should ask me
Where I am going and how far
Or will I set my soul free

Am I blue?
Blues in my soul
Carrying the weight of every burden
Of every man it ain't no blues.
My man ain't no good 'cause he stank blues,
My baby left me for another and broken my heart blues,
My baby left me and now she's trippin' blues,
My job is down sizing and I need another job blues.
I am so broke until I can't pay attention blues.
Bluer than blue than blue is blue.
The plain 'ole ****** me off blues!
The opening of a can of whip *** blues!
Another one of those blues!
The AH HELL NO blues!
The don't wanna hear JACK blues!
Blues Blues GO away
Come back another day!
Rain falls from above
But look I am still blue.
Am I blue?
Blues in my soul
Carrying the weight of every burden
Of every man and it ain't no good blues
No good blues at all.....

o write a verse poet,
to kinder the soul,
to soothe it so,
until we can feel,
every verse put to paper,
then from each stroke of your pen,
tell us what's on your mind
taking us to worlds unknown
to lands unconquered
to places undiscovered.
tell us what's on mind
o great one,
tell us so that we may know
coming directly from
the poet's pen......
22 feb. '97