Always get the money its something about the hustle & bustle of everyday life I pick a canvas then paint it how I like with neon lights so I can attract butterflies

Slavery taught black people how to survive but not how to live

I’m not sure how I intend to make a living but I’m gonna make it out the hood one day I’m not tryna be poor forever & I’m done with going to jail wasted years of my life I can never get back I’m just tryna do exactly what it is I said I would can’t deviate from the mission when u in a stabilized position it’s better to not get noticed then to be looked down upon can’t be stupid nowadays u have to want to survive & u have to keep moving forward to do that I’m thinking to much sometimes so I smoke marijuana to ease my mind & when I see my life through the eyes of the Lord I’ll leave all my worries behind take up my cross daily & live for nobody but Jesus in my room making music for the boredom but I know it’s stupid to waste time on useless projects I hope my journalism isn’t worthless yet I throw them in the garbage instead of saving them for what who wants to read my thoughts I will share my story with u if u would share your dollar with me

If u don’t got nothing good to say then don’t say nothing at all

I believe that writing is different than typing it takes more concentration with less suggestions unless u brain stormed our thoughts are powerful ideas spark inventions & inventions spark evolution if I’m right this just a opinion on the topic of writers having soft hands compared to someone working in construction I’m constantly being tempted by the she devil to be a *** toy for her pleasure not mine I don’t bust a nut all the time I use my fleshlight because of the material needing lubricant instead of natural juices it causes tension on top of the tension I’m trying to release in the first place I won’t a new perspective to be appreciated & loved is all I want I’m getting support from friends & family so I’m in good hands needing a check but I’m a felon with a fetish for marijuana I’ll quit but I don’t know what it would take to replace the feeling or would the desire just vanish ?

Feigning since I'd freshly painted nails and was going out after dinner to poetry class that I didn't care that he hasn't talked to me...



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCLIII)


The fragile ghost of mists likeas a veil
'Non gathers in the waning light fr'intents,
As puddles shiver to rain's dimples hence,
And how the clock declares work's done, to scale.
Whileas the timer counts last minutes' tale,
I do a sassy dance, and sparrows thence
Go silent as I play out sans defense
Was it a naughty thought lo, sans erm, bail?
O how the firs now whisper hoarsely through
This freighted calm as I serve dinner fer
Us three, and carry that big soup *** (poor
For just us few?) 'non to the table, to
Dish out his bowl and mine, rolls too in tour
With butter, marmalade as fog yet'd woo.

04Apr19f

Or?  Go figure.  



(sonnet #MMMMMMMDCCCXIII)


What? as night's blackness is passe in frail
Excuse, the hours now merely for good sense
Um, stacking up whiles I close down from hence
This slim machine for lack of aught else' tale,
And this where Twitter promised to avail
Itself of all my minutes--all's fr'intents
Too dead, dull, boring--I've moved on, pretense
Worn to a frazzle in aught that I'd hail.
Remember:  "I should write more--" to bestir
Me, yet ideas have flown off unto
Is't nether regions?  cuz I "watched in tour"
Who cares who?  Fashions.  "Follow her--what you
Should wear is...THIS."  I've MY own style, in poor
'Scuse, am ergo at odds with all, cool too?

25Mar19b

...on my head --that should do us both good since YOU're not keen on aught knowing YOU love me too.


(sonnet #MMMMMMMDXXVII)


O madness of these dolls my niece'd avail
Herself of cuz they're popular and thence
What aught who'd buy her favour purchase hence,
(Where I was far too poor to dream in frail
Excuse of any such things in betrayl,
When I was just a child)! The vid'os' sense
Of, well erm, foolish joy in these--pretense,
I cannot even like the dolls to scale.
Nor did adulthood change my view as twere.
Goodwill in lieu of e'en the mall MY cue,
They all look now askance at me in tour,
My peers thus none too blind.  What did I do?
Or wherefore is't I'm on the fringe, 'til YOUR
Love is a marvel none explain, O YOU?

23Nov18a