In her kiss I tasted revolution
And it was sweet
Her lips are a battle
A war , wages on

Your beauty adds color
to a life that once saw no meaning
A soul circling the globe, lustful eyes gleaning
a passion, a purpose, a price, all for the loss
one's life leaning, to the echo, the beat of a drum
the vibration, fleeting
life, like the flame on a candle, flickering
without the air I am nothing, with the air, I am gone

Hope,
This is how we cope, with a world that isn’t always so dope
Hope, is how we deal with those nights we can’t sleep
Hope is what makes the tears dry up, what brings us back after we weep
Hope is the key ingredient, sometimes expedient, but never deviant
Hope is the trumpet loud, hope is the roaring crowd
Hope is the crashing waves, hope is the cry of the slave
Hope is the wind in the sails, hope is not giving up when it fails
Hope is the mountain high, hope is the sun shining in the sky
Hope in the drought is the rain, hope is to walk through the pain
Hope is to stand in the fire, hope is to trust in something higher
Hope is the winds of change, hope is the beautiful exchange
Hope is the product of love, hope is after the flood , a dove
Hope…..because tomorrow is always brighter than today

You wonder if I miss you ?
Well does a cloud miss it’s rain drops after the rain?
Or does it know that it will return to the sky, that it will rain again
You wonder if I miss you?
Do you miss the sunset when the sun sinks into the sea?
When the moon rises into the sky do you think of me ?
Do you sit under the stars , do you hope and do you wait ?
Or do you know I will rise again, at sunrise's break.

As a cloud, with you I am light
the sun shining through, the blue sky for sore eyes is a sight
my soul a quivering hand slowly pulling back on the string of a bow
the arrow aiming only at your heart, a heart of golden beads pressed down and melted over a fire created by your soul so beautifully collected, a portrait painted by years of experiences and hurt and pain, a mural of life enticing a lust for life that can only be satiated by your smile.
my soul under duress, my mind running like a river
In my heart is conjured rough seas on a stormy night, no view of the shoreline but hands on the wheel, sailing, in my mind tough times, thunder and lightening thoughts of falling and failing.
I however though, shoot that arrow
I forever, aim for your heart.

I love her, from her head to her toes
The way she dances, the way her body flows
Like water, through me, exposing me
Leaving me open, leaving my thoughts without clothes

Her hair is like the night
Dark, and strong,
whether she wears it curly or straight, she couldn’t go wrong
Her mind is like the moon
It shines light in my dark,
it gives meaning, full of ideas it embarks

Her lips are like a cloud
at least they take me to a cloud
And I don’t deserve them, they humble me whenever I’m too proud
And after every kiss, I get to watch her smile,
After every kiss, I get to hold her in my arms a while
After every kiss, I can imagine her walking down the aisle

Her laugh is pure happiness, it brings peace to my soul
vibrations of energy reach my ears
A song from a heavenly home

I save the best for last, her smile is like the sun
Life giving essence, certainly the quintessence
of what God desired when he created love
Something that can only be explained as something unexplainable
But something that fills my heart and my soul
But I desire all of you, and you, every night to hold

These past couple weeks it's been hard for me to sleep
These last couple weeks I've been up late at night counting sheep
These past couple nights when I close my eyes, tears begin to fall, I begin to weep
Tears that only my pillow knows, tears that rip only into the sheets
But when I do fall asleep, I dream
I dream of a tomorrow that's better than today
I dream of a place where my head, I could lay
I dream of a world where the skies aren't grey, I dream
Cause the grey skies mean it'll rain
From that rain I'll have no shelter, and my writings on the wall will all wash away
I dream of a world without tyrants, un-natural men
That claim to make their country great, but push the world to an end
I dream of a world without black or white, the color of man's skin
that make fright or fight
I dream of a world where the  color of my skin does not decide whether or not I win
I dream of a world where genetics does not decide the fate of my kin
I dream of a world where Cancer does not make people rot in their breast, brain or bone
I dream of a world where people don't brain-wash children from babies and make sure their seeds of hate and bigotry are sewn
I dream of a world with no more broken hearts, no more broken homes, no more lockin doors, no more cops patrollin, no more abusive words , or abusive touches, no more cancerous cells that'll take our loved ones.
But then my dreams end, and I wake up to my broken heart, and this broken world
To dream is to believe, and trust me I believe
That faith is the evidence of things unseen
But I don't just believe cause this is something I've seen
It's something that I know,
that from the ashes a new forest can grow
From the flood a new season came come, from whatever disaster you may be facing a new day day has begun.
So I rise from my defeat, blood boiling from the flames below my feet, and from the fire in my heart. Today is when I start this new era in my life, I refuse to live in strife, and to go sleep in pain, in tears.

So, if you believe that God is love,
How can you also believe that God hates a group of people
On Jan 4th 1861 Bishop reverend A. Verot got behind his pulpit and defended the right of white people to own slaves,
By adding "the will of god" to the civil war, it added a new level of desire to fight, and one can argue that without the church there may have never been a civil war. Supremacy sanctioned by God was preached in churches across America and the effects of it are still seen today.
Open letter to church goers that go to church every sunday, wednesday and Saturday night and for generations have been using the bible to oppress people of color
I don't know who's the god that you worship but I bet I can make a couple assumptions about him
I bet your god grew up in kentucky, Virginia, Tennessee, Alabama
I bet your god chews tobacco and owns a Chevy pickup truck
I bet your god watches Fox news, loves Bill O'Reilly, voted for John McCain, I bet your god, is a politician
that would rather massive tax cuts for the wealthy while so many in this country live in poverty
I bet your god loves war, I bet your god steals oil from other countries, kills innocent civilians and says it's all in the name of peace
I bet your god founded the war on drugs, I bet your god thinks all mexicans are rapists and some he suspects are good people
I bet your god's high school served racism in the cafeteria and offered hate speech like it offers french and spanish I bet your god
I bet your god has a ******* tattooed on his left arm and a confederate flag on the right,  I bet your god considered people of color to be inferior, I bet the only verse in your god's bible is Colossians 3:22, that said, “Servants, obey in all things your masters according to the flesh, not serving to the eye, as pleasing men, but in simplicity of heart, fearing God.” I bet your god wrote the cornerstone speech, I bet your god is a confederate generals *******
I bet your god has a drinking problem, I bet he sees the bottom of a shot glass more than he sees his own children, I bet your god only serves american interest , I bet your god saw it right to massacre millions of indigenous people to spread from coast to shining coast, I bet your god saw it right to capture, torture and enslave millions of african people so that america would become a superpower and then turn around and tell their ancestors that they have to stand for an anthem that says "no refuge can save the hireling or the slave from the terror of flight and the gloom of the grave"
I bet your god considers silent protest disrespectful and calls people animals when they riot
I bet your god would've re-written genesis, and created eve without a mouth and taught her how to spread her legs like a magazine that he would continue to tell her that she would never ever be good enough to be in
I bet your god doesn't know about any other place on the globe besides america
I bet your god is afraid to talk about race, and that's why you are too
I bet your god has stolen my God's identity and is buying pieces of heaven on his amazon prime
But I got a message for you for the next time you bend down on your knees and pray to your god, tell him, that my God is looking for him

I've spent so long trying not to feel
But you,
you made me feel
My heart a fortress, and you broke the shield  Unaware of the power you wield
Unaware of your strength,  your steel
In awe of your beauty , you queen must I kneel?
Your heart , I must steal
The consequences worth the deal
Your love helps me heal
Thanks, you found a cure
I was hiding behind the wall
But you made me feel

The best part of love is the smiles
The one that says everything is going to be alright
Even on the coldest of stormy nights
When the last leaf of autumn begins to fall My faith in us will not waiver  
Even with weakened hearts we will stand tall We will give our all, because  New leaves will bud again Death does not mean the end

I write because I am running out of time
Running out of time to make the world a better place
Running out of time so I must speak my words with haste
Out my mother's womb with a mind filled with questions and ideas
Filled desires and filled with fears.
Heart always racing,
Mind having a hard time learning to slow down so it's ticking to the sound of the metronome always pacing
As my soul creates the essence laid within the bullets and my lips provide the casing
My mind is the gunpowder and my heart is the trigger
I write my thoughts down, and I write like I'm running out of time
Certainly those before me had a song, had a rhyme but most did not change much
They ran out of sand, they ran out of time, and into death's hand
So me I write quickly, because I am running out of time
This world will know of me, they will know these words of mine

It’s hard to speak healing and salvation to someone
If there body and minds are in chains
It’s hard to tell someone that God loves them when agony runs through their veins


See it’s hard to speak a message of spiritual salvation
When a person’s body is in need of physical liberation
When a person’s mind is in a state of starvation
When a person can’t feel connected to the land on which they stand cause it was once a plantation see….

It’s hard to teach somebody to be free
I hope that you can see, cause it’s true all the way from the America’s to the Caribbean sea.
People are in chains mentally and emotionally, broken physically
How can we stand behind the walls of a church and only intend to feed them spiritually ?

We are physical representation of God to the earth
How can we preach that our God is a God of liberation
And yet don’t go out there and fight to help set people free?
Don’t hold our oppressors to the door and tell them to turn the key
Tell our oppressors that we won’t just shut up and be see

The church has always been a major part of who we are as a people
But it seems that some shepherds were sleeping as the wolves grab our sheep
Night after night as the church continues to sleep
Now we look around and they’ve taken our black men, 1 out of 15, in jail or at the end, of their lives, and who survives? a black mother with two kids and tears running down her eyes?

Where is the church? The people who will fight for the right to be free
They fight and they march, and they shout like it’s the year of jubilee
It’s souls that need to be won, it’s shackles that need to be undone,
We should not stop until every black man, woman or child is free from the slave masters gun

The best part of love is the smiles
The ones that say everything is going to be alright
Even on the coldest of a stormy night
Even through the shivers caused by fear and fright
Or the gloom caused by a devastating sight
A smile that says it will be okay
can be the catalyst turning grey into a sunny day
it's the smile before the kiss that takes your breath away
I think the smile you give me, is the best part of love.

On this here Microphone
I am Al Capone
A black man in America, Hero and Villain,
And I'm here to tell you a couple things I don't condone
I don't condone my young brother's and sisters being thrown
into a life of crime in a blue light zone where they're prone to being shot
or being beat with a baton that batters flesh and breaks bones
A boy on his way to school listening music on his headphones
Shouldn't have to be thinking about what inscription they'll put on his gravestone
And I thought America had hit a milestone, turns out my beliefs were overblown
No Heroes to call, they're all dead so why pick up the phone
Martin Luther King Jr is dead so why pick up the phone?

Black man in America, I've been a threat since day 1
And Oh I bet they have wet dreams of the day I pick up a gun
So they could throw me in jail, take my away my rights and try to derail
all my dreams, bring them crashing down like hail

I love the feeling of being in love
More than I love the love itself
Maybe it’s because I’ve always loved people better than they love me
Or perhaps it’s because the heart can feel better than the eyes can see
I love being in love like a little kid waiting for Christmas morning
Or being cozy at home, looking out the window when it’s storming
A soothing feeling, exciting, yet calming.
It’s comforting knowing that nothing can be done to change where I am
And that’s okay cause I don’t want life to be any different than this
To touch the palm of your hand
To feel the electricity in your kiss
And even if the stars never align
In my heart, I am sure to find
A place where I can go to climb
The heights of your love

I dream a whole lot less lately,
It feels like my mind is in a whole
In a dark cold place, no light, no connection to my soul
I used to dream of paradise, a place where everyone could be free
I used to long for paradise, so I no longer had to be, what society makes of me, I wanted to take the labels off of me.

I dream a whole lot less lately,
Because in my dreams, darkness runs wild
There's no innocence in them, not even in the laughter of a child
In my dreams the rivers run dry, in my dreams arrows fill the sky
In my dreams blood, daily is shed, in my dreams the sky glows red
In my dreams, there is darkness, there is no sun. But I know even through all this, there will always be the father, yeshua, the son

Love shouldn't burn
It should spark
It should illuminate parts of you
Hidden in the dark

Love shouldn't be bottled
It should roam free
It shouldn't put chains
on the wrists of anybody

Love shouldn't hurt
Love should heal
It should never see you in a problem
And tell you to deal

Love shouldn't you without air
Love should leave you without a care
Love should always produce hope
Because in hope, we find a way
We cope.

In the beginning was the word,
and the word was with God, and the word was God
Darkness, was upon the face of the deep
And God said, let there be light
and there was light, shining bright, like a star in the night
Light with such intensity and might
Light that exposes and show's those in sin their plight
God said, Let there be light, Light that eliminates anything in the dark
The kind of light that sees a fume and adds a spark and then we have a flame
A flame with power that we can wield when we say in Jesus name, the
Cause the same power Joshua, Moses, David have, we have the same
We have the same life running through our veins

life found in him that light speaks out of
but the darkness heard it and it, it did not understand
it was odd, like a one handed man doing a hand stand
it was strange like a man in the wilderness eating locus and honey
it was funny,  it was wild, see they could not understand what this light could do
it could give you joy, it could make you feel brand new, it could affect your whole world , when you're in trouble it can pull you through it can have you jumping for joy like you're a kangaroo

See, this is light is true.
This light, this fire came into the world, but the candles did not receive
It's kind of like turning away Santa late on Christmas eve
But then John bore witness and made some people in countryside believe
He told them that the new Adam had come , so you can forget the old Adam and Eve

The Greatest story ever told
One that brings joy, one that never gets old
He came, he bled, he died, he rose
He rose, and so the story goes

They didn't love him
so who am I to be loved?

Find a mountain
Begin to climb
begin to find, your strength inside
your fingers weak, the air is thin
the rocks are cold, it numbs your skin
but continue to climb, to reach the shrine
a valley on a mountain, from the gods, a sign
Cause nothing worth having, is easily retireved
so climb your mountain, your gift, receive

What a fire it was
that burned down in our souls
Like a candle, bright flame
exuding heat like burning coals
The candle burned bright
The only light on a dark night
My only protector, a dark knight
No vision, no moonlight
The sands of time, crashed on our flame
The cry of love did not sing our name
The light faded, a flickered flame
We loved and lost
We lost the game

Knock knock knock
On that old wooden door
It's open, it creaks , someone steps onto the wooden floor
Creak creak creak
The shadowy figure draws closer,
A light a shadow, a sound
This menace seeks disaster
A whoosh of his jacket , his blade shimmers off the light
I look through the peep hole of my closet
I stare in awestruck quiet fright
Anxiety , pressure , take's a hold
I breathe, I breathe , I breathe I can't control
If anyone's going to take my life
It's going to be me, I'll end my strife
If this theif came to take my soul today
There's going to be a price to pay
Impulses , I dash, I charge , I scream
Uncaring that thing's may not be what they seem
I reach for his throat, I grab his blade
I throw him down, his light must fade
The light of the window reaches his face
I look , I see myself in place .

Do not date a caterpillar
helpless, curious, full of wonder and wow
Potential through the skies and promise of beautiful wings one day but now
It feeds on you, destroys you, leaves you with holes and then one day
after it's taken everything it needed from you, spread it's new wings and fly away.

Nights awake, I remain haunted
I've searched the underside of every asteroid, and even the darkside of the moon
The entirety of the vastness of the universe and still I find no clues

She, a fruit, and of every tree in the garden, only of her I choose
She, with her beauty, garners a million possible suitors but me she chose
I hold her heart in my hand, unwrap it softy and the inside glows
I squeeze it in the palm of my hand, sweet nectar flows
It's a golden caramel color and I, the first that knows
my insecurity is my nakedness, her love covers me like clothes
If I had a chance to hold the world in the palm of my hand
I would much rather hold her heart I suppose.

Please write back to me and tell me how to protest,
Because I'm terrified of running into a bad cop, or privileged white people thinking they can make a citizens arrests

Please give me something else to do since you don't want me to take a knee,
To silently protest while you sing an anthem that represents you but doesn't represent me

Please teach me how protest ,
So you don't have to reproach me for my lack of decorum,
Give me something that will change the outcome
Cause people are dying and it seems you don't care , how come ?

We defend the indefensible crimes of those paid to protect us, and expect us to sit idly by as they **** us,
Turn on the news and watch
Watch them defend the good ole' boys in blue as they go through our history and berate us

Dear white people,
Why can I not yell and scream ?
To make up for the air taken from George Floyd's lungs as he whimpered I can't breathe

Breathe, an unequivocal human right
A knee to the neck, crushing the passage way,
from his eyes was gone the light
The sight, myself a black man that will raise black sons how can I not stare in fright?

Fright , fear in my heart from the sight
The new Jim Crow or the old one?
No ropes but we are still lynched
No dogs chasing us but still the same plight

Dear white white church,
You're probably the biggest problem of all.
All the political capital and still you don't answer our call.
So focused on abortion rights but don't seem to care about black babies when they get a little tall

Jesus was a man of color unjustfully killed
Jesus was a man of color unjustfully killed

Every black man and woman killed an image of Christ but it seems you've willed
Yourself into believing that God doesn't see
Your silence, you've been billed!
And no penance can pay the cost you owe
In the pockets of politicians
You've gone so low
Picking a party over people
You thought we wouldn't know ?
Its no surprise that Donald Trump would go to a church posing with a Bible
Appeasing you so
You fill his pockets with dollars so that the calamity never ends

Dear white allies
We appreciate you answering the call
The problem doesn't directly affect you but still you stand and stand tall
You are our professors, elders, neighbors , church members you give your energy , your passion, your privilege and you use it all

Dear white allies,
We're happy to call you friends
The work is far from done
Its never fun but friendships like this never end.

Nature, is such a teacher
each season, voices loud as a preacher
how life can be hard, as cold as winter
but to drop your leaves, for it's not summer
to wait til spring, each raindrop will sing
you can answer each call, to prepare for fall,
because winter is coming again
but be sure, the winter will end
Because if it's one thing, I've learned, and seen before
The leaves of the trees will shed,
They'll drop to the floor, turn orange and red
but just because the branches of a tree is barren,
doesn't mean that the trees are dead.

The heart is a liar
And is prone to mistakes
I mean it spends all its time beating
Tick tock tick tock, it cant slam on the brakes
It cant find the time to stop and think
Else I might be on the brink
So the next time your heart tries to tell you what to do
Tell it no can do
Listen to reason
Unless your logic is shot
Then that can fail you too

Hunt,  find , spill
Blood running like lava
Your spine is cold , the thrill
Your eyes dilate, the pill
Your teeth sink in, the ****
You tear flesh from bone, you fill
You're satisfied but still
You hunt, you stalk, you ****

I have died a million times
Master's whip
Has left my back a million lines
Each body left broken
Connections lost
Cut a million vines
Each body left breathless
"I can't breathe" the words screamed a billion times

I pray ,
That if tonight is the night
That my heart is right
Free from fear and fright
Ready to roar, ready to fight

I love a body, with a mind to match
a spark to burn,
a fire to catch
a flame to light, the view so bright
the elctric spark, a cloud a kite
the night is dark....still what a beautiful night

In life we must fight
But will we ever stop
To smell the roses?

Love like a river
Unrelenting, strong, consistent
Even if the water gets rough
Even if the muddy below blurs your view
Never stop flowing
And don't focus so much on where you're going
Because rivers change course and become stronger when it rains
Its the reason why we should love even when it pains
Love, and build a city around it
Love, and don't let anyone make you doubt it

Poetry is the only way out
Of a mind drowning in fear and doubt
I write my own freedom
I write my deliverance

My poetry is calamity !
I wish I didn't have to write
I wish I didn't have the sight
I wish I didn't see the fight
And that's why I write !
My poetry is despair
I pen my greatest thoughts when I'm running out of air
I can pull lightening out of a bottle and hold it in my hand when I'm facing fear.
My poetry is anger
In the trenches
teeth clinched, face covered in blood
Enemies closing in on me. Fight or flight!
Adrenaline a gatling,  will I fight or will I run?
God didnt give me wings that work
But is the answer the gun?
My poetry is war
Mankind hath not shown me an answer
The bible gives me freedom yes but before the son of man comes back will I see a cure ?
My poetry is the blood pumping through my veins, the electricity running down my spine
My poetry is the cold, calculated sting of a viper, coiled and ready to strike.
I don't write because I want to
I don't write because I feel to
I write because my only defense to a world so cold
Is the truth so bold
I write because crying about the world would send me to an early grave.
I write to inspire you to follow and yourself you might save.
I write because my days are numbered and because its freedom I crave.

In my thoughts
I read the lines
I feel like
I've lived a million times

You always held true
To the things inside your heart
And it costed you

I started writing poetry,
Because I liked a girl

I wasn't sure if she liked me back
And insecure of the things I lack

My poem made her blush and smile
So I've been writing poems for a while

My dear little bird,
don't be afraid to fly
even though so many have dropped to the ground
and you hear them cry

My dear little bird,
don't be afraid to sing
even though the winds may blow
still hold out your wings

My dear little bird,
there's one thing that I know
love and fortune favor the brave,
and experience will help you grow.

We are not who they thought we were
They do not remember us, but we wear no disguise
They call out a name, they see resounding nothingness in our eyes
Same soul, same heart,
Sill chasing after the same prize
No thought of glory nor glamour
Just a fire, like a blazon sunrise
We came for the fight
We are not afraid, no, we are fear itself
We are not the ships you brought us in
We will not move with the wind, no, in fact
We command it.
We? seeds.
Buried so deep.
Under the pressure, beat down
under the water, destroyed
but in the dead of winter we rose
We are not who you thought we were, a seed, no more
You do not remember us no,
it doesn't matter. Be ready for the war.

I’m still not sure who I want to be
Finding myself in my poetry
Thoughts running deeper than I could even see
Growing darker and colder, like underneath the sea
Losing myself
So I can find my way
More questions than answers
What can I afford to pay
Do I really have a home?
Or am I a stray?
What’s the most important thing
That I can throw away?
Lately I’ve been thinking it’s time
But I still try to rhyme
Making things fit together
Though they may not fit fine