inspired by my wife Vanessa....


Can you walk a mile
In my Sunday shoes?
Go to places I've been long and wide
Or some places you'll pay your dues?

Can you wear my shoes
That danced in God's praises
Cutting a step or two
Head reared back and voice raises high
Those old dusty Sunday shoes.

I walked places far as well a near
And back again to anywhere
To any place I want to go from here
And then again.

To marches long for freedom's cry
To church on a dusty country road
To the fields where cotton grow high
In my old dusty Sunday shoes.

Can you just walk in
These old dusty shoes?
Being foe or either friend
In those old dusty shoes.

If i have to walk to hell and back
I would in these dusty old shoes
But I only walk to church in them in fact
These old dusty Sunday shoes.

I'll keep walking in them until
The Good Master calls me home
Hoping someone will someday fill
These old dusty Sunday shoes.

Dec. 2007

In your eyes
I see a different light,
A lighter side of you
And that's when I realize
How beautiful you are to me.

From the softness of your skin,
The wonderful smile on your face
Beauty that's outside in
Divorcing all other thoughts of you.

From Cleopatra of my soul,
To the Halle Berry of my dreams,
You are one well-put together woman I would like to know
No matter how crazy it may seem.

Like the sweet nectar in the morning
I bathe in your loving arms
Your love, your love is showing
Making me sweat from my head to my palms.

You with me alone
Basking in the moonlight
With such love and appreciation shown
That really makes my night.

Me with you together
With words unspoken the best way
No matter the weather
With nothing really to say.

Moonlight O moonlight,
Can you just shine on me please?
Make our night such a delight
As I kneel on my knees.

You, me and the moonlight,
Alone together night after night,
How 'bout us?
How 'bout you and I?

(C) 2004

in memory of Melvin Jenkins--my Uncle

You're resting in Jesus' arms
From all safety and away from harm,
Beyond the moon and skies.

Sleeping from all labor and pain,
Beyond riches and fortunes gain,
Beyond the moon and skies.

Goodbye is not so,
But it's see you soon that's never getting old,
Beyond the moon and skies.

Until next time
We'll see you then
And talk once again
Until next time---
Goodnite!

19 May 2017

Gloomy skies with dark clouds above,
Where rain was every where
And I am here lying in bed
Sleeping, slumbering into a dream
Unknown journeys of twist and turns
Then suddenly awaken in reality.

Alive thanks to God
Could of laying in my grave
But writing these verses
To someone today.

As I look out to these gloomy skies----
I am reminded of myself
Those days of uncertainty
A big question mark in life
But those questions will come later
In answers that will be answered---
In due time
Yes in due time--
Even as I look out those gloomy skies
I can see sunshine in the mist of mess
And where brighter days came and made
A difference  to others.....

16 Jan. 2015

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.....

(To the women who broke my heart)

You've seriously thinking suicide,
You've seriously want 2 die,
You're seriously want 2 take a life in your hands,
Spreading a 3 letter disease across the land.
You're seriously want to go to jail,
You're seriously serious about posting bail,
Come back some rainy day?
Seriously say what to me
Playing me like that
Then you're seriously mistaken and that's a fact.
Seriously wanna play with my heart
Tear it up and pull it apart?
Am I hearing all of this with my ears?
Seriously my dear?
Do me a favor if you will please
It's important this one task you see.
Don't mean any harm in anyway
But you can seriously go to HELL
And have a good day!

a poem to America

The sun arose this morning
Shining among the horizon high
The blue skies is met with a streak of colorful rays of light.
Beyond the sounds of nature bloom
The sounds of industrial hustles and bustles
Being heard like a symphony--
A symphony of nature's glorious sounds that brings about the day.

The sounds of the day begins---
Sounds of workers working,
The rhythm of engines roaring as the city comes alive
And the city's skyscrapers reaches up high to the blue skies
To the heavens high.

While below the busy ant people gathers
To start a working day
Be it poor, rich, middle class or gay
They are busy about their busy day like so
And so are those called Americans.

The sounds of the city is heard as sirens roar
As the city is awaken by the sounds of the day
Trouble stirring  about
In the city that never sleeps.

And when the day is done
The busy people conclude their day
And now the night comes.....
It was a good day.

Lend me your ears,
So you can hear,
What I am saying to you
So listen up!!!

The voices in the masses speaks
In volumes so that you may peek
At this world around you
So listen up!!!

The voices of children dying one by one
From the barrels and bullets of guns,
They fall one by one like dominoes
And you need to listen up!!!

This inspires poets like me
To write the truth you see
And bringing to attention around you
Open up your ears and listen up!!!

Lend me your ears
So you can hear
What I am saying to you
So people LISTEN UP!!!

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.....

You see, you make me wanna write,
You make wanna write words
So sweet and on the other hand
Words wind up so tight
Until it squeeze you when you feel me
Setting my poetic heart soaring free
Like a bird flying in mid air
But I don't care
As long as I can bring these poetic words to your ears
Leaving with happiness or either in tears.
I am like an addict unashamed
And an addict by deed and name
Over poetry deep, deep, deep in my soul
No matter how deep or how old
Or how it sounds in words so dear
Until it just burns of your ears.
Fire flame to touch
No but yet not too much
Just a little at a time
With somewhere in there with you on my mind
Because I am an addict for poetry.
Poetry by any means you see
If by anything else is messed up,
Like the Crack head on the streets
I need to be fed my "drug" that inner beast.
No not beast but pleasure deeply so
Until I feel and really know
It's that thing call poetry I am addicted to
Yes, it's very, very, very true
I love poetry for I am an addict.
And if poetry was a woman she would be my mistress,
My chick on the side I won't miss,
For I am an addict baby a poetry ******,
Because I need my fix everyday,
And sometimes i a worst way.
My suppliers range many like Langston and Nikki and Maya and even a Butterfly too
Because I am an addict of poetry and this is very true.
Everytime I mix the poetic lyrical measures spinning in my brain,
As I write them down like a person whose going fool and going insane,
For I am an addict baby; a poetic, lyrical, words spinning miser, spitting out words so,
Addict of rhymes
Endless i space and in time
No matter what moves me
No matter what grroves me
I am  what I am what I am so.
Give me a fix and I'll give you a rhyme
Give a little bit of time
And I'll be spitting out poetry as fast as you can say "BLACK BALL"
I love poetry and I am an addict that's all.
If there was an "Poet's Anonymous" I would be in every meeting everytime,
Spinning a rhyme for you in every way I can find.
My name is____and I am a poetic lyrical of rhyme of a poet
I AM A AN ADDICT----
A POETRY ADDICT!


(C) K.C.Colt
All Rights Reserved.

I cannot hide my true self
For my true self is who I am
For who I am is my true self.

Why must I destroy myself?
But bleach my body
Destroying my skin
Killing of my true self.

And must I please myself
Tease myself
Satisfying myself
Until it comes down to
Being myself
Not fooling myself
Me.
Myself and I
Then to think
It's better for myself
No matter what.
Cheat myself
Beat myself
Lie to myself
But not be myself
Of whom I am
And whose I am---
It's a sad case
A sad case indeed
To not work on myself
For there to betterment of myself
And not poison myself
Until I die and shrink
Shallow up
Disappear
Gone
Swell up
Bust right open
Like a raisin.
****!
Pow!
Ssssssss!
But I got to be true to myself
For who I am
And all that I am going to be
And yet stay true to myself
For me and nobody
Else
Me
With beautiful self--
ME!
Myself
My true self
I love.

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

The soul of Jazz
Where Jazz is soul
And the soul of Jazz is within.
Bringing back the days of old
Where jazz was Jazz and Jazz was soul.
Coltrane, Davis, The Duke playing in a style
That lives and breathes like wild
I love for the soul of Jazz
And Jazz as soulfully divine
A form of music you'll hear is no sin,
But a crime if you mistreat it so
Misuse it leaving it in the cold
But loving every moment every-time.
Progressions of change measure twine
Notes conclude with one note blend
A musical style that will never end
The soul of Jazz as Jazz is full of soul
And everybody who's somebody knows,
Jazz is the purest sound of music
Because it's the soul of Jazz as Jazz is soul.

16 Jan 2005


(C) 2005

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 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

Can you see me?
Skin dark,
Eyes brown,
Blood Red
Anger shown.
I am someone's
Son, nephew, grandchild
Even in a world so cruel
Where violence is everywhere.

Can you see me?
A man with a heart
Not my skin color
Or my class
But see me as a human being.
2017

The night train moves
Quickly in the night's air
And the noise from the train
Keeps a steady beat lugging home.
I gotten a buzz of inspiration
Sweet inspiration from other poets
And their words expressed
To make me write these lines even now.

Good vibrations
Not like the Beach Boys
But perhaps more lyrical
Like Langston, Nikki, and yes Butterfly as well.
Inspired in lyrical soundbites
Feeding my very soul deep inside.
Makes me wanna hollar
Shout it to the world
I gotten bitten by the Poetic Bug
An inspiration that's catchy
To make me write like this....

                                            July, 2004

I need you.

I need you for all of my tomorrows
So I may understand my yesterdays
But yet bear the pains and sorrows
For future brighter days.

Future days not bright enough for me
to look at and determine why
Or wonder then plainly see
Even when plans fold and die.

Even when heavy in spirit so
I need you then
Before I get too old
Perhaps just a friend.

A hug, a kiss, a peck on the cheek
Some kind of embrace
To raise my peak
This is all I ask face to face.

I need you for all my tomorrows
So I may understand my yesterdays
But yet bear the pains and sorrows
For future brighter days.
                                            Jan. 2006

(C)2006

the heat of the city
feel it what a pity
for the brothers and sisters who
have 2 come to work for a living as they
living in the city
my Lord what a day!
it finally came my way
to see another god-forsaken heated day.
it's summer time!
summertime---
and the living is hell
can you tell?
from sweat coming off my forehead feeling
thristy and half dead.
yes it's summertime!
it's a hot july
and that's no lie
it's hotter in july, august, september
or did you forget or did u remember
how the summer of long ago was?
it's summertime--
and the living is hell
can you tell?
when the weather is dry?
fish stopped jumping
and that girl is good looking
so rush everybody
to the ac inside...

july 2002

Soothe me
Groove me
Making my nature rise
Even in four-part harmony,
As the music rocks me to sleep,
And in that time of slumber deep,
The night's wonderful sounds so,
Sweet, tasty and even bold,
With that soft music serenades me
Oh so right and so deeply.
The night music has a flair,
For just soothing you and like the Staple Singers it will "Take You There."
Soft and sweet,
Sweet and softly but deep,
You make my heart flutter so,
Because that's the way love goes,
Soothe me.
Groove me,
Make my nature rise,
Even in four-part harmony,
As the music rocks me to sleep,
And that time of slumber deep,
Rock my world with your music
Sweetly, sweetly soothe me...

to my wife Vanessa

I celebrate you---
For just being you and only you,
Keeping it real
As I celebrate you.

Now that you are growing older,
Wiser,
Better,
I do celebrate you.

For what you do
And who you are---
I do celebrate you.

A daughter to someone's mother,
A sister to someone's brother,
A wife to someone's husband
A lover and friend
To this point
I do celebrate you.


May 2014

A poet's psalms


I sing to You my Lord,
Early in the morning I lay awake
Giving you Praises before You.
I sing to You my Lord
early in the morning
As the dew falls down on the earth
And Glory shines so brightly
For You are surely worthy of all the praises
The Glory and Honor that shines
Like the diamonds and so does your praise to You O Lord.
Glory to you O Lord
For You are worthy of the Praises.
Let the day be of the Lord's
As the Lord is our God, Our Salvation
For He is trustworthy always!

I sing to You my Lord
Early in the morning I lay awake
Giving you Praise before You....


2 June 2004

Heavenly peace was upon the Earth,
Heaven shook; God's grace was put upon for Glory's worth,
Suddendly a star appeared in the mist thereof,
A Child, Savior of the World born of his love,
Trumpets blow loud to announce the arrival of the Holy King,
Angels were there to sing.
O, how wonderful the night so still,
But his love shall fulfill.
O, angels blow thy horn,
For that was the night Christ was born.

(C)1977, 2003

To all who may hear me...

Get it straight from the heart
From this poet
Who dreams as dreamers do,
Watching the clock of time tick away
The hours so new.
And yet we are or seem to be far from u,
Just take a look in the mirror
Look what do u see?
And your response is 2 me that I SEE U!

To all who may see me....

An artist,
A teacher,
A little hope in someone's life
To brighten like days of sunshine and sunrise and sunsets
The nights and days,
The happiness and sorrows of it all
I see u before yourself.
Check in the mirror....
What do u see?
What do u see?
I asked u once more and u just looked at me with eyes of pain
And just sighed looked at me with great sadness.

To all who may BELIEVE....

Father, Son, Holy Ghost!
No one comes before or between them.
Just those three alone is all we need.
Do u believe?
God is Father,
Jesus is Son,
Holy Spirit is the Comforter,
Do u believe?

To those who HOPE....

Peace in this world,
Peace to u,
And peace for me.
Will there be peace?
My hope is buld on God's peace
The peace He only gives us through the Holy Ghost.

To those who love...

Poets and dreamers and artist and musicians
All talked of love and hope to bring it to this tastless, dry
Unforgiving world we live in
And so with that thought
I ask a simple question,
WHERE IS THE LOVE?
I
poet
Gives
This
Poem
To
The
Masses!

Copyright (C) 2002

Canvas
Paint
Words.
Canvas
Paint
More words.
Like paint
Like Picasso's Work
On canvas
Is the art work of words
Painted
By the poet's
Words.
Pretty pictures
Pretty words flowing from the vains
Like drawing blood
Withdrawing suddenly those words.
Breathing words extracting
Words
From the very soul
Words.
Pretty painted pictures
Withdrawn
Words.

April 2004


(C)2004

Traffic jam
City limits putting limits on me
As traveling long these streets
And from far as eyes can see,
A crowd of people piling one on top another
As I travel these *****, dusty city beat.

Sirens blow their same refrain
As it wails and wails like an old song
Beating, beating across my brain
Not softly but continuously wrong
As I travel these *****, dusty city beat.

Urban renewal still old
Never changing, maintaining by leaps and bounds
Never changing, still maintaining so I am told
And all hear are the sounds
Of these *****, dusty city beat.

Smog clutters the brain
As I deal with these so-called problems
And walking the streets making me so insane
Trying to find work in hopes the solution to solve them.

The suits are telling me economics is fine
But if it's fine why the hell I am here?
Feels like I am running out of time
As time runs me down and it's not clear.

Cursed by lost time
As I walk these *****, dusty streets
And the world ain't kind
While I walk these city's beat
Now I sit waiting on my time
My time to shine onward and beyond...
                                     Nov.2005

God--
Give me strength when I am down,
Love where it could be found,
Peace in times of trouble days,
Compassion in everyway
No matter what I say or do,
I know you will pull me through,
Tough times in days so cold.

And God---
Let me walk upright,
Morning, noon and night,
To be the best I can,
Always.

(c) 1999, 2004 K.C.Colt

Come fly with me
To the moon,
To the stars shinning at night,
Come fly with me
Baby fly with me
To stars above,
Take a trip
A trip of eternal love
Just you and me.

Kissing you under the stars
I have planned
All my life
All my life with you
Let's go fly---
Baby fly with me!

Copyright (c)1999

The night stars and moon
Has gone to bed as the sun is up
And the day begins anew once more.
As the day meet the sky
And the birth a new day is freely new
I welcome the sunrise
The new beginning of a new day
Of a new start today.
The day maybe long
But it gets better as time goes on.
The hustle and bustle of the day shift
As morning turns to noon
And noon turns to afternoon
And afternoon goes back to evening once more.

(Thoughts in Motion)

Brother
Listen to me!
There is something I must say
To clear the air of any
Uncertainty that may or may not
Come between us
But first you must listen
To what I am about to
What I must say.
I have been hurt!!!!
Not once,
Not twice,
But many times over
And over again
Over the same B.S.---
Nothing!
Nothing lost
And certainly
Nothing gain
But time is standing still,
Motionless
Like a non-moving clock of time
Where there is movement at all.
Fighting.
For what ???
Nothing
Fighting over nothing
A piece of green paper
And a little white substance
That's controlling your every moment
Night and day.
Stupid fighting over
Nothing
While wasting time over
Nothing!
While children go hungry,
While mothers lose their children,
While young black men die in the streets,
While politics are usual
You fight over
Nothing!
Nothing lost
Nothing gained.
Lost
In a world that's endless
With a beginning
And yet there is no end.
Women selling their bodies
For a green piece of paper
While men make ***** deals
While others get one meal
And no three squares a day
Struggling
Striving
Everyday
Every moment there is there is time
And where time is no more.
I got something on my mind
To say not what anyone may think
it's on my ind to say
because it was heavy on my mind.

I don't want to cry
Tears of pain without answers to questions asked like why?
Tears flowing like a Purple Rain,
Keeping my mind in check and not insane,
Dreaming dreams like floating on clouds,
Thinking, thinking out loud
Although it doesn't seem that way at all
But I need a hand when I do fall
Fall down, fall down, fall down
Feeling like I'm in a pool about to drown
But I remember the song that "we fall down but yet we get up"
I gotta reach life's silver cup
Because I am a winner!!!

I am a champion!
I am a winner!
I am free!

(C) 2007

There will be no more tears in Heaven,
No more cryin' there,
No more sickness there,
No more sorrow or shame,
When we gather around the throne
To crown our Beloved King.
As Mahalia sings,
And Gabriel blows his trumpet loud
To the Glory of God,
There will be no more tears
To shed.
Glory, glory,holy, holy, holy,
God Almighty we sing!
Tears ain't enough
For tears of joy in Heaven.

So the Heaven's rejoice!
Let every voice be lifted up in Praise!
Rejoice I say--
REJOICE!

In my heart
I do believe,
our love is true
And it won't depart
No matter what we go through
You are my soul mate.
Lifetime partner yes,
Until the end
But I guess
You know that my lover, my friend
My African Queen everyday
Love has found us
In every way.
Truly soul mates for life
Soon we will
Be together a husband and wife
My African queen
My soul mate.


(C) 2000

Every body wants a revolution!
Something to fight for
Something to say I belong to something
A struggle of what's right
A fight for what's wrong
Everybody wants a revolution!

Bush wants a revolution,
Castro had his day
And now the Devil wants his day.
The world has a revolution
Against each other
Brothers against brothers
And pretty soon
We'll have revolutionaries all over the place
Fighting for a cause
For some cause of another
Until we run out then
What now?


(C) 2003

Just when the day wanes longer,
Legs and body not getting any stronger,
Memory short and not clear,
Times of ending days are near.

Hair turns from gray to white,
And it seems like you're not feeling right.
When you're hearing turns quiet
And you're not as fit but put on a strict diet---
That's when I get old.

When there's less and less of family and friends,
And it seems to wonder when will it end?
When the beginning seems far, far away  after day---
That's when I'm getting old.

Time is swiftly moving a long,
Super speed in minutes and time,
The winter years are quietly here
Those days you can't get back or even find---
That's when I'm getting old.

When family multiplies even more,
One by one and generation after generation,
They are your family strong and bold
Building up of what we have left---
This is the duty of family when I get old.

Looking back through the years
In the mirror of life it's self
Going back in time in space
Where knowledge is like  wealth---
As I 'm getting old.
5 Nov. 2018

Lend me your ears,
So you can hear,
What I am saying to you
So listen up!!!

The voices in the masses speaks
In volumes so that you may peek
At this world around you
So listen up!!!

The voices of children dying one by one
From the barrels and bullets of guns,
They fall one by one like dominoes
And you need to listen up!!!

This inspires poets like me
To write the truth you see
And bringing to attention around you
Open up your ears and listen up!!!

Lend me your ears
So you can hear
What I am saying to you
So people LISTEN UP!!!