Folks It Is A ... " Fine Line " ... !!!
That ... CLEARLY DEFINES ...
The Road That I Walk ...
With Words That I Rhyme ...

Cos' Words That I Talk May See Me In Court ... !!!
WITHOUT Sean Or ... " Just Cause " ... !!!

Because of YES THEM Those In Governments ...
And Those Who They Send ...
To Enforce ... POOR Judgements ... !!!!!

But Of Course They'll Contend ...
That My Wordplay ... OFFENDS ...
And May Well STIR UP TROUBLE ...
And Cause .... " VIOLENCE " .... !!!!!

But It's Okay For THEM To Say What They Like ... !???!
And Declare Their War Fights As Forms of Defence ...
When Plans They Design Keep Causing PROBLEMS ... !!?!!

Well It Doesn't Seem Like Their Actions Are Right ... !?!
When Every News Night The Things In Our Sight ...
KEEP Showing Us VISIONS of People Who ... DIE ... !!!!!

Now That's A Fine Line I Have Re-Designed ...
From Princes' Great Song The ... " Sign 'o' The Times " ... !!!

So Don't Get Me Wrong My Lines Are Refined ...
And Clearly BELONG Where Fine Lines RECLINE ... !!!

Each Line That I Write Proves My Mind Is Inclined ...
To Write About Crimes Affecting Our lives ....

And It Is A Fine Line That Helps Me To FIND ...
A Way To  Express My Anger And Stress ...
About How We TRY To Do What Is RIGHT ... !!!!

But What Does This Mean ... ?!?
In A World So ... UNCLEAN ... !!!!!

What Do We Stand For ... ?
When Going To ... WAR ... !?!

We Should Take A .................
.............................................

...... Pause ..............

And THINK of Our Cause ...
Is Making Blood POUR ....
What We're Really Here For ... ?!!!?

If You're Thinking ... YES ...
Are You .... REALLY SURE .... ???

How Would You Feel ... ?
If The Blood Poured Was ... YOURS ... !!!

Or Someone YOU LOVED ... !!!
And REALLY ... CARED FOR ... !!!!!!

Well As These Lines State ...

It Is A Thin Line Between YES ...
...... " Love and Hate " ......

But Hating For REAL ...
WON'T Help Us ... Relate ... !!!

These Days It's Quite CLEAR The Dangers of FEAR ... !!!!!
But That's Nothing New The Past's Given Clues ...
of How IGNORANCE Fuels Individuals To USE ...
Torture And Abuse Through Crews Filled With FOOLS ...
Who THINK ... Hatred IS COOL ... !!!!?!!!!

Well Hatred Profiled ...
Does NOT Lead To Smiles ...

It Leads To A Place ...
That's NOT Quite So Great ...
And Leads Us Through Leaders ...
Who Like To .... DICTATE ....

Like Those Around NOW .... !!!
Who Want To CLAMP DOWN ...
On People Like Me ....
Whose Wordplay's So Neat ...

That .... Our Poetry ....
Gives Policemen A Beat ...
That Makes Them ... RETREAT ... !!!!!

See What I Mean ... !!!

My Poetry Seams Are Suitably Clean ...
And Walk A Fine Line of Quality Rhymes ...
That ... BYPASS Extremes ... !!!

Because They're Inclined To UNIFY Minds ....
See That's How I'd Like My Wordplay DEFINED ... !!!

Speaking Your Mind Should NOT BE A Crime ... !!!
UNLESS What You Say Divides And Spreads HATE ... !!!

I'd Rather Spread LOVE ...
Through Kisses And Hugs ... !!!
While Most Now Indulge ...
In Acting Like THUGS ...
And Taking HARD DRUGS ...
When They've Had Quite ENOUGH ... !!!!!

People Like THESE ...
Make Me Want To CUSS ... !!!!!!!

But These Days I'm TRYING ...
To ... Rise uP ABOVE ....
These ... Wannabee Thugs ... !!!

Who Spread Talk of Dying ...
Cos' Their Words NEED ... !!!

....... " REFINING " ....... !!!!!!

Things You Put Out ...
Come Back Son DON'T DOUBT ... !!!!!

Now That's A ... FINE LINE ...
That's Got ... LOTS of CLOUT ... !!!
So Think CAREFULLY ... !!!
BEFORE ... Running Your Mouth ... !!!!!

Fine Lines That I Write of Upsetting Designs ...
Are NOT To Start Fights So REMEMBER That Line ... !!!

They May Cause Offence ...
And May Cause Arguments ...
But USE .... COMMON SENSE ...
And REJECT ... VIOLENCE ... !!!

Keep A Cool Head ...
Like Des Dekker Said ... !!!!!

Then Pick Up A PEN ...
Rather Than Make Attempts ...
To Bring Me DISTRESS .... !!!!!!!
Cos' You Want To SUPPRESS
A View I've Expressed ...
That's Left You ... UPSET ... !!!!!

THAT Message Is SENT ...
To Those ... JEALOUS Gents ...
Who Think They're The BEST ...
At Writing Fine Lines ...
With Words That They Rhyme ... !!!

Well CLEARLY They're BLIND ... !!!
And ... OUT of Their Mind ... !!!!!!
To Think That Their Rhymes ...
Are ... BETTER Than MINE ...  ?!?

Those Causing Us STRESS ...
Are Those In GOVERNMENTS ... !!!

They PLAN To DIVIDE ...
NOT See Us ... " UNITE " ... !!!!!

THINK About That ...
Before Starting FIGHTS ... !!!!!

Black On Black Crime ...
Has Been ... LONG DESIGNED ...

Don't You  Think It's Time ...  ?!?
We Start To Fight THEM ... ?!?!?
And Their BOGUS Systems ... !!!

That's Where I Will END This Simple Poem ...  

Cos' ...

Words In Those Lines ...
May Cause Me PROBLEMS ... !!!!!

Even Though Their JUST Rhymes
That Flow And DEFINE ...
How The Words I Transcribe ...

REALLY WALK ...

.... " A Fine Line " ....

I want the hollow
Cheeks.
The full, adipose, smooth
Lips.
The white-*****,
Pearls she calls
Teeth.
I want the bright, clean,
Sun bleached
Hair.
The fine, sharpened,
Ready for scratching, Spotless
Nails.
The refined, sculpted,
Long, profiled
Nose.
I want gold to flake,
Off my ageing,
porous, dull,
Skin.
I want the protruding,
Famished, angled
Bones.
I want the pumping,
Arrhythmic
Heart.
The tired, hissing,
Tar coated, smoker’s
Lungs.
The round, fleshy,
Cellulite covered
***.
The motherly, but
Childless plump
*******.
I want the barren,
Bleeding, afflicted
******.
I want the faint,
Wispy, high-pitched,
Call that she calls a
Voice.
The bruised, bulging,
Porcelain polished, etched
Knuckles.
The wide, protruding,
Ballooned up, dangling
Hips.
The numb, heavy, metal
Flavored, gum bleeding
Mouth.
I want the skewed,
Backwards, lost
Pedals she calls
Feet.
I want the hearing less,
Wax, pus covered,
Ears.
The lost dull, lifeless
Dumbed down, blue
Eyes.
I want to be her,
All of them, and none.
I want to be lost,
Unwilling, tame, voiceless,
Mindless, childless,
Sexless, man-less.
I want to be her, but I
Can’t.
I cannot because I am
Thought burdened, fat,
Violent, screaming,
Child laden, broken nosed,
Coarse.
I cannot because dirt
Flakes off my young
Skin.
Because my heart pumps,
Oxygenated blood,
At a steady, rhythmic
Beat.
My voice baritones,
Deep, bottomless,
Whispers.
I sit on flat, concave
Muscle.
My lungs breathe,
Strong, fresh, smog-less
Air.
Yellow stained, grainy, calcium-ridden
Teeth.
Dark, musty, greased
Hair.
I want to be her,
But I won’t.

Me and the crew riding around in the PT Cruiser.
Soda oozin' out the cup like the one of Biggest Loser.
Don't let the insults be spiky, like the shell of King Koopa.
Goin' back and forth : we in the movie Looper.
Be chill like the Buddha.
Dude, uh, I think you dropped your burger.
Electric surger blew up like the Time Warner merger.
The inside of our place on fire ;
The officer called us liars.
Wanted to throw us in the manor on the Cliff of Briar.
Yeah, it's an American Horror Story.
Being profiled because of ethnicity,
We're Mexican, see,
But we're not gonna steal something worth $3.50.
Looking at us like monsters of Loch Ness.
Yeah, we may come from a pool of cess
But you're simply too incredulous
To think of a time other than 1955.
You can ruin our lives
And throw us in jail in the blink of an eye.
Don't even need to find
A shred of evidence to kick our behind.
You feel like we're behind your back
Cocking our guns with a slight click-clack.
About to shoot them off with a ratatatat
While we're caressing our "gang tats".

But that's not how it is.
You think we all give weapons to kids?

The gardenias' Sweet
fragrance enveloped
the backlit silhouette of You.
Profiled diffusely against the
Aura of the Eclipsed Moon,
Our Gentle Guest.

J Eduardo Ramos©

It's not as special as it sounds.
Although the title is exact.
I met the creator of the universe
In the dusty isle of discount mystery novels.
Had I not immediately known it was God
I would have profiled him a ****** predator.
Late middle aged and unshaven.
You're probably wondering but don't ask me.
I just knew, and you would to.
I asked him if he owned the place.
He said no, that he was the manager
To this tiny, tucked away bookstore.
He appeared to be an unhappy, lonely man.
There was a combination of comfort
And disappointment in this.
"Is there something you want to ask me?"
Of course there was.
"Why do you do this to all of us?"
He examined his fingernails
Pushing back his cuticals.
I could see the yellow of wax in his ears.
"I found myself existing.
Just the same way that you did."
He started with a sigh.
"I didn't understand,
and I'm still not sure I do.
Why do you live the way you do?
I was created and I try to make
the best of it just like you.
You see, I'm still trying to figure it all out.
I fail and I succeed.
I like to think I'm getting better."

did it help?

feed a cold
starve the child
ponder this for a little while

feed the addiction
starve the child
its ok if your belt whips wild

feed the economy
starve the child
another beer for the tab unpiled

feed your weakness
starve the child
of a childhood profiled

feed your infamy
starve the child
of a sober father compiled

was it worth it?

When I was tagged
As a child,
That meant I was IT.
And that's all-inclusive.
Being tagged as an adult
Means I'm profiled,
And that's a game changer.
It's childish.

Under the dead beat sky
Collaborations tie us all together
Our ideas cross and human gazes overlap
Streams flow into tiny veins that cover a certain surface area.

Red lights shine on profiled faces in the evening side of the night
Trainers shuffle along the uneven ground around town where signs are broken.
Cigarette smoke pours out of each corner of this run down station
Wrinkled looks despair over the dated flourescent timetables

Just waiting for the next train out of town
Just waiting for the next train out of town

Shove past my nearest man to get to the furthest conception
The long path to the nearest understanding of human nature
Is muddied with distasteful stories that couldnt hold any kind of weight Among us.

*Jeremiah in the window of the salon, he puts his makeup on slowly

the earth shook
last night
sending a tremor
through six feet of
dirt, wreath and wood
to my rotting corpse
beneath

and I rolled over

for 16 months
I  tried to
rest in peace
as my spirit wandered
restlessly
but last night
even the stoic palms
shuddered in disbelief

and I rolled over

I was just
going home....ma,
talking
on the phone...ma,
when a '*******'
with a gun
shot be down...ma
now maggots and fleas
are crunching
my bones ...ma

and the '*******' is free???

maybe if
I were white
like lanza and holmes
I'd be left alone,
not profiled;
given a pass,
to commit
mass homicides,
not take a bullet
through the heart

for being black!!!

I was born in '95
the year 168 died
in OKC
and 1 million men marched
in DC
but last night
justice exploded
in sanford

and
I
rolled
over...

~ P

Sunkissed and messy headed
Blessed be that fashion sense
Her tangled mane is a metaphor, a facet
To her mangled brain
Not in the cute black-and-white, scrawled notecard manner
A carved-out, paper cut of a sheet
Crammed in the bottom of her bottle brained backpack

Worse than the weekly
Chic self-harmed hipbones,
She sits and eats and watches the world from the real world clones
The blanket's just hot enough to cook her down
Reduced to the ruched Jovani gown

She's got lists of friends, you have to
Scroll down a page
It even has to load awhile
Then why's your radius clear of anyone?
Pixelated fixtures of her mind, too close to miss her
Too close to care
So close, all they are's aware

Minds drone, like bone picking
Knowing you're the stick in the mud
Warm blood behind a boil, just kicking for
Another tab to click in

She's been braless awhile now
Profiled with purchases levels lapping her current state
She pinches skin impatiently, chocolate scouring her teeth
It's the bitter taste of something so horribly surface
They erase away the beneath.

you've never seen me in color, only black and white. my features hidden, only brought to life by light.

Just as a filament
Lights up the center of the room/
But on this day, today,
her pillows wet/
Soaked as she wept
Dry spot silhouette/
Profiled a-side
The Valentine's Day mascara
Smeared eye, Liner/
Cast shadows dark
No remarks yet
Her face puzzled
When he suggested ways to mend her broken heart,
She laid down the law
Don't start was her rebuttal/
Him Attracted to her angry face
silly ways
Her movements of grace/
Even those subtle/

He states we can escape
A place just us two/
She replied i'm unable to love
and would love too/
No longer black and white
Nor night and day/
From four play
To fifty shades of grey
area in my life/
Despite, he's lustful beyond the physical/
Her scent leaves em in a trance pheromones/
Her flagrant fragrance Goes without saying/
A kinetic ******* Neurotic erotica/
Waves in the air like melodies
Humming stuck in your head like an harmonica/
She so attracted by his attraction, he leads on
She couldn't help but give him..........?

i once had two sessions with a west end
psychologist - a woman in her 50s or 60s...
she brewed chamomile tea (cha cha cha?
or cat? this aesthetic is a real burden for
some people - too many particulars to
remember - i blame the missing diacritical
marks, inviting the monopoly of
phonetic encoding, which put off the
people who are famous, because they never
wrote anything) - we spoke the first time
within the designated time-frame, a session
of an hour... i told her about a dream i had:
i am sitting with a boy in my room,
a hellish figure, gluttonous and burnt walks
in, behind him an artist's representation of
schizophrenia - the sole medical condition
that's abused by politics - shame really...
it means there's an authentic loss of understanding
what was once known as premature dementia -
long gone the ancient days of old age being
equated with melancholy - come forth the modern
age and old age being demented - as if to say
nothing was ever accomplished in the first place,
come old age: still no melancholy concerning
fulfilled accomplishments - i'm guessing 100
crosswords later, you'd get that...
about the same time when people are drawn away
from political language, and invited to play
games... bad move... whoever invented language
games never cared for the crucible of language's
essential purpose - to elevate, to elevate...
so this second session lasted well over 4 hours...
she really became a leech -
i told her about that dream, about those two
hellish figures, the boy sitting next to me just said:
this is Allah... so who the **** is this ***
accompanying him? i heard the story that Allah
has no accomplices... who's that?!
the rarity of a dream... so we talked for 4 hours about
this that and the other sipping chamomile tea...
buttery tea i call it...
                                    i'd eat a tonne of grass
to epitomise the muscles of horses, just to get
the right picture... then all the world went to ****...
quiet distinctly the memory of leaving one
of the two sessions, walking in the humid air of
west London, a woman dragging her caravan of
shopping bags... almost started weeping while
i passed her...
                         but what curiosity came when
psychologist said something encrypted in her sway
away from dogmatism -
                     she said to me: the police are looking
for a Greek...
                         i swear to god, i sometimes don't know
what people are talking about, it just fazes me,
fizzes in my insides and comes out as merely: huh?
the police are looking for a Greek.
        who's the Greek? do i know him?
  you sure they're not looking for a Roman?
         i used to do this trick when i reached the body
image zenith of finger down my throat,
and regurgitate chocolate - by the end i trained
my esophagus to the point where i was regurgitating
like if i were at a Roman food ****...
               it just came naturally...
  well, then i thought: **** it... can't be bothered,
i'm not getting any *****, and i'm putting all that work in...
  it's not worth it... let me get back into shape
with a lamb's torso... it really wasn't worth it...
still, the session was supposed to last an hour,
we started talking for 4... she got the money,
i just begat dim... and the light-bulb moment never came...
it's funny, because i was actually hiding a very simple
answer... but i did inspect the whole psychological spectrum...
didn't leave the practice any smarter,
i actually became smarter having experienced the rich boy's
treatment: psychology...          and the poor boy's treatment:
  psychiatry...            but i didn't leave the two
any wiser...           they really weren't that different
from zoological studies...
                         rich boy treatment didn't involve pills...
    poor boy's treatment did...
              my treatment just involved a drug of my choice
(a sleeping pill), alcohol - because i'd be raving mad
if i did have some sort of outlet - and a painkiller -
perfect night's sleep - and no Freudian ******* about
dreams having meaning - i need sleep,
   i don't need exploration of meaning that life designates
into some ******-pharmacological revision of the 1960s -
if you take acid wide-awake, there you are,
obstacles everywhere, nowhere is safe...
               dreams are like taking l.s.d. but in a controlled
environment: the unconscious...
               it's safe: the police are looking for a Greek?
what's that about? well, i guess 4 hours spent talking with
me is enough to produce such a random expression -
subsequently i have been profiled by the police:
one time lamenting in my garden,
          another time ******* in an alley,
     another time drinking beer on a bench in the centre of town,
  another time finishing a can of beer outside a shop
           in the outer-suburbia -
oh right, another time being driven home in one of their cars,
   those vans with cages, after being poisoned by warm
***** in a club and getting a Vladimir Klitschko handshake
to the cheek - stepped off the bus and landed face down
on the pavement - warm ***** is horrid enough,
           warm ***** that's spiked? that's another.
i'm wondering: do these people even know *******
someone, or am i experiencing one murderous ******
after another? it's just getting silly... it's like they're testing
the grounds for something shocking to jellyfish their *****
straight up to the moon: whizz-kids my ****.
but here i am, after all that - and i've picked up
essential Kierkegaard - you know... i think he's the first
man to create novels out of philosophy, he's actually
the first philosophical novelist... swear to god,
Nietzsche is nothing by comparison, i too could utter
maxim after maxim and later an aphorism or two...
but to write philosophy like a novel, Kierkegaard if your
man, your safest bet...
                                  he writes philosophy like a novel,
it just flows and flows out of him, if Nietzsche
is a poet-philosopher, then Kierkegaard is a novelist /
philosopher (yep, Zeus' lightning rod slash is just
as important as the hyphen compound -
                   which means the latter received all the appeal
that poetic hearts retain the most abhorred shadows:
that of women... horrid stuff) -
he was a true philosophical novelist.
              i guess the other thing to point out:
   i'll be known as the corrupter of old age -
        have no idea why children, animals and esp. old
people approach me while i'm minding my own business
     on park benches, smoking and drinking a beer -
but as it's said about western society: they simply
don't know how to drink *****! they haven't the foggiest!
ice cold, ice cold! warm ***** is horrid!
        this isn't whiskey, that wheat perfume...
you don't lounge with *****... ice cold... shot after shot
in between nibbles...
                                  and the drinking culture is even
worse, come to think about it in England...
                   no hot food, nibbles, crisps,
      chocolate... who... the... ****... drinks... alcohol...
of... that... calibre... and... nibbles... on... chocolate?!
              meat... meat, meat!
                           ah but wait...
   this country never experienced a Mongolian horde...
they're keen on the 19th century *******...
    the days when now wearing a hat was considered
a mental illness...
                                   they barely translated Descartes
into: he's not proving his existence,
             he's saying something akin to:
                         how thinking waterfalls' cascades into
either being, or non-being:
             hence the one side bravado and chauvinism,
and the other side shy sacred creature -
                  if you're conscious of thought
you won't shy away from it -
                                                       with so much sensual /
empirical ******* it's hard not to think,
         and the more it's easier to think, the harder it is
to be -                                  so we have the apples
and pears                    of Jacob -
               or as some old geezer once said (and rightly):
all the idiots have the confidence, while
                       the intelligentsia has all the doubts -
          guess that leaves the politicians as having
   all the necessary denials: primarily?
the denial of not lying.

Bane of gasping gentle breath,
Wide eyed searching for car crashed trees,
Crying over mountain peaking,
Peaking out over life times of achieve,
Timid rabbit darting emoticons,
That aren't disguised as suits,
Emailing faults of profiled skin,
Obsoleted by obsessivenessly,
Picking at unreachable kills,
Wasting away from sunny sleep,
While in the background,
The TV play that one movie,
Where everyone dies,
On repeat.

By: Cedric McClester

I don’t think you actually understand
I’m from Bodymore, Murderland
Where crime is rampart and has the upper hand
And you can be killed upon demand
Drugs and bodies are all over the streets
But there’s no wire that defeats
This sad situation just repeats
Among poor people that one meets

We’re routinely profiled by the police
Who treat us as if we're savage beasts
We don’t have justice nor any peace
And that’s to say the very least
Our lives are very precarious
So pardon me if I occasionally cuss
Lucky you don’t have to live like us’
We're here today and gone like dust

It ain’t easy living on the bottom
Name your poisons and you know we got’em
Lost a loved one. someone probably shot him
The suspected police, I’m glad they caught ‘em
Yeah, things have gotten tragically out of hand
I’m not kickin’ either dirt or sand
I'm just talkin' 'bour Bodymore, Murderland
Even though you know that I can

Before the riot we were ignored
No one cared you can rest assured
Now they’re sayin,’ Oh my Lord
Even the White House is aboard
I guess we had to raise a ruckus
To get all eyes focused on us
Will they make changes, you know they must
They can't expect us to believe and trust



© Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.

while wedding bells
are ringing
and love birds
are singing,
a child is born
in london
and
yet another dies in chicago...

gunned down!

while coffee
is brewing
at starbucks
and dinner
is served
at ray's,
a child cries
in hunger
and
yet another dies in chicago...

gunned down!

while mercury
is rising
in DC
and the heat
win
title #3,
a child abused
cowers
in fear
and
yet another dies in chicago...

gunned down!

while the clock
ticks
on the wall
and senators
scream
down
the hall,
a child
is profiled
in sanford
and
500 die in chicago

gunned down!

~ P
(7/21/2013)

" Love Thy Neighbour " ....  
  
For Those Who Don't Know ...    
Was A 70's Show That Used Racist Jokes  ...    
To Show How It Goes With Some English Folks ...    
    
FEAR of Blacks And That's JUST THAT ... !!!    
Things Haven't Changed Much And That's A FACT ... !!!      
    
But Some White Girls Take Time And Learn ...    
That Black Men KNOW What ROCKS Their Boat ... !!!    
    
Some White Men HATE To See Them Stray ............      
Into Beds Where Black Men .... LAY .... !!!      
    
Because Like They Say ...    
    
"If he's not on crack !    
Once they've had black, they won't turn back !"    
    
Now I DON'T BELIEVE That This Is TRUE ... !!!!!    
Cos' Girls These Days Are SO CONFUSED ... ?!?    
    
Because of DRUGS And TV News ...    
That Leaves Them Lost And With ISSUES ... !!!!!      
    
... " Love Thy Neighbour " ... ?  
  
Do Me A Favour ... !!!!!!!    
Girls These Days Make Love HARD LABOUR ... !!?!!    
    
But As I've Said The Show Reflects ...    
On How Racists Try To INFECT ... !!!    
    
The Minds of YES Their Groups of FRIENDS ... !!!!!    
From Stories Bred From ... IGNORANCE ... !!!!!!    
    
"It's just the way they are !" ... They Say .....    
    
"Without a brain, and taught to **** !"
    
"Hold on there mate !  
The news these days, has set things straight !"
    
"It seems, some whites are not so nice !    
and like to ***, young child you'll find !    
Yes, those profiled as, Paedophiles !"    
    
"It's just the odd one !" ... I Hear them CRY ... !!!!    
    
Like Those Employed By Government Types ...    
With *** OFFENCES On Their File ... ?!!!?    
    
You're INSANE To CLAIM You're CIVILISED ... ?!!!?      
When Kids Are ABUSED By .... " Teacher Types " ....    
    
Most Crimes By Blacks AREN'T of THAT STYLE ... !!!    
Most Blacks Commit Crimes To .... " JUST SURVIVE " .... !!!!!    
    
... " Love Thy Neighbour " ...    
    
PROVED That Blacks ...  
Face Racism Whilst Having To LABOUR ... !!!!!    
    
Just To KEEP Themselves OFF STREETS ... !!!    
Where Lives of Crime Are Then Designed ...    
    
And Then The Racists Say ...    
    
"Black people, have got no shame !"    
    
Well The Show Was STOPPED In Seventy Six ...    
Because of Complaints About What It Portrayed ... !!!    
    
Well THIRTY YEARS LATER Things Seem The Same ... ?!?    
We're STILL VICTIMS of English Racists ... !!!!!    
    
They say,    
    
"Love Thy Neighbour couldn't air today !"...  
    
WHY ..... ???

Because It Shows Old English Ways ... !?!    
RACISM And ... Good Old HATE ... !!!!!!    
    
So Love Thy Neighbour ... What Do You Say ... ?  
How'd You Like To Wake Up To My Black Face ... !?!    
    
Do You Feel ASHAMED of What You'll SAY ... ?!?!?    
    
Let Me Explain Why You Feel Like That ...    
You've Been PROGRAMMED To See Us THAT WAY ... !!!    
THE DARKER We Are The Lower Our Grade .... !!!    
    
EVEN TODAY ... ?!!!?    
Some Think That Way ... PROGRAMMED Okay ... !!!    
    
But You Have A BRAIN ... !! ? !!    
    
I'm Speaking MY MIND And WON'T APOLOGISE ... !!!!!    
Some Blacks STILL THINK That They Are WHITE ... ??!??    
    
Are You SURPRISED Well You UNCLE TOM Guys ...  
May Just Be FIRST To Hear These Words ...    
    
"Those black people, are worse than dirt !"
    
So UNCLE TOMS Do Those Words HURT ... ?!?    
    
The Colour of Your Skin's STILL Deemed To Be A SIN ... !!!    
Thirty Years On ....... Love Thy Neighbour's GONE ... !!!    
    
But Racism KEEPS Moving ON ... !!!    
And STILL We Have These ... " UNCLE TOMS " ...    
Some Who CLEARLY ... Now Wear THONGS  ... !!!!!!!!    
    
From New Orleans To English Streets ...    
RACIST Police And ...  "subtle schemes" ... !!!    
    
Like Making SURE My Poetry Is Kept ... "unseen" ...    
By Those Who CHOOSE To ............... RUN From TRUTH .......... !!!!!    
These Days It Seems There's QUITE A FEW ...... !!!!!    
Who Hide Behind A CROCK OF LIES ... !!!    
    
Those Who Run Most Poetry Nights ...    
Seem CLOSELY LINKED To Government Types ... !?!    
    
FUNNY That ... I'm A Bit Surprised ...    
That's NOT QUITE TRUE ... !!!    
Moves They Make Are So SEE THROUGH ...    
    
I Now Care NOT For Things They Do ... !!!    
    
I'm NOT In This To INFLUENCE ... !!!    
Or To Make Myself NEW Friends ... !!!    
    
But Girls HELL YES I Love STRAIGHT  *** ... !!!!!    
There's ... NO BETTER FRIEND ...
Than YOU In The **** On My Double Bed ... !!!!!!!    
    
SEE I ... Play It STRAIGHT ...    
That's RIGHT I'M NOT Gay ... !!!
And DON'T Play Games ... !!!    
    
UNLIKE These Blokes Who Use Weak Quotes ...    
To Make You THINK They'll ... ROCK Your Boat ... !!!    
    
But ... Enough of THAT ... !!!!!    
Will Whites and Blacks Ever Face The Facts ... ?    
BEFORE Governments Make Things COLLAPSE ... !!!!!    
    
I Suggest ....
You THINK ABOUT THAT ... !!!!!!    
    
UNITY's A Flavour I Would SAVOUR ... !!!!!!    
    
I'd Rather Have THAT Than Cash-Type Paper ... !!!    
So Come On Folks Do Us ALL A FAVOUR ... !!!!!    
    
Try Doing This YES ... PLEASE ...    
    
....... " Love Thy Neighbour " ..... !!!!!

Someone once asked me what type of flower I would be,
And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a question that choked me.
I thought of my petals, and how they've spent so much time closed tight,
A result of everything that's served me fright.
I thought of the times they've been forcefully ripped open when never allowed access,
And for so long I carried around poison and blackness.
I thought of the roots that grow beneath my stem,
And the times they've so often been burrowed in mayhem.
I thought of the bulb that gave me life,
And how many times my back was where she buried a knife.
I thought of the soil that was meant to be home,
And how it was so often overcast in a dark, rainy dome.
I thought of all of the gardens I tried to belong in,
And how often I tried to wear an artificial skin.

Then I began to think of the sunshine and how it's something I wish to atone,
Even if it was something I had to do alone.

So often by the hand of others and myself,
I was trapped within an unrealistic *** on the shelf.

I've spent so much time being defiled and profiled,
It's now that I realize,

I was meant,


To be wild.

What kind of Sin dares Usher in
A devious man to lick his lips, gutteral gasping beneath his Breath
The Wonton Musing oozes a delicious Decay,
The Poured Out drooling, his Power Pulsing, A Foaming Fantasy Power Tripping
~to Control the Spiritual World
at his Will & Command?

Here's what he imagined:
Biblical Bribery.
Blasphemous Forgery
Who ever has the money or an Unbridled hand can piecemeal a Story for premeditated Zeal,
To make for a more attractive Appeal
Why need such profiled Idoltry?

To be Present
at the Moment of such a Powerful Man's Revelation, Spoken for and too You
To be blessed
with ears to hear Him
To worship
At the Alter of Salt
A pillar miraculous,
To Worship Within, in Him, beside Him.
A Scribe Sweats
To write furiously away
for later reference, Thus
Attention is spared and the Sermon Deemed for Organic Lackluster
"Scratch That
Oops
Edit
Kindly Repeat
Didn't quite catch That
Delete
Revise
Rephrase
Two or One spaced per Sheet?
The strain hurts my Eyes
When can We Break for Feast?
Are We Done for the Day?"

Can this be a possiblity
Can a misdirected, Unsupervised
Scrupulous Individual
Not quietly Misquote
The Word trianguled from Mouth to Pen to Paper?
The Words We have come to Believe In??
You Tell Me.....

Well I Guess It’s TRUE...  

****** Do What ****** Do... !?!?!

Blame ANYTHING OTHER...  
Themselves Or Their Brothers...  
For The Moves That They Pull...  
That Are Those of... FOOLS... !!!  
  
But Give Them A Trigger...  
Then OUT Comes The ******... !!!  
  
By TRIGGER I Mean...  
Allow Them To FEED...  
Their Own FALLACIES... !!!  
  
About How Smart They Are...  
When They Move Like An ***...  
From The End To The Start... ?!?  
  
Some Who ARE SMART...  
Then Behave Like SHARKS...  
Who’d EAT THEIR OWN HEART... ?!?!?
  
Yup Like Those GOOD Slaves...  
From... Colonial Days... !!!!!  
  
Always QUICK To DENIGRATE...  
A... DARK SKINNED FACE... !!!
  
Who’ll Do For The Whites...  
... No MATTER The Price... !!!
  
Put On BIG SMILES...  
And Even Talk NICE... !?!  
  
But CHANGE UP Their Style... !!!  
When Black Is Profiled...  
As Needing Their Brain...  
To Engage In Ways...  
Where Black People Can Gain... !?!
  
But Then It Becomes...  
Where ARGUMENTS Run... !!!  
  
A PETULANT Nature...  
Is What ******' SAVOUR... !!!  
  
As If Moving Like VADER...  
Is An Empire Breaker... ?!?
  
... IGNORANCE And LIES... !!!  
  
Which Is Clearly WHY...  
Most Blacks Have HARD TIMES... !!!  
And STRUGGLE To Survive... !!!!!  
  
Because When They Try...  
To Do Things RIGHT...  
  
****** Normal Reply...  
  
Is...  
  
“Stop stressing my mind !  
Just relax, we got time !”
  
So White People RECOGNISED...  
How To Make Slave Ties... !!!  
  
So Their Vibe Was Like...  
  
“Let’s pull some tricks,  
and put these nigs’ in a fix,  
cos’ they think they’re too slick !  
So let’***** them with whips,  
and distorted facts, and then we’ll attack,  
and negate the smart blacks !”
  
And That Was... THAT... !!!  
  
So Now TODAY...  
****** Act Like Slaves... !!!  
In A... CAUCUS Cave... !!!  
  
STILL BLAMING Whites...  
As If We CAN'T UNITE... ?!?  
  
So Embracing SELF HATRED...  
That Simply HASN’T Faded... ?!?  
And Yet Our BLACKNESS...  
Is... OH SO SACRED... !!!
  
The Kind of... JOKE...  
That Has BROKE Black Folk... !!!
  
Who Will NOT Roll...  
With ******' And Hoes...  
Who’ve Joined With Folds...  
Where ANYTHING Goes... ?!?  
  
That’s Right... " The **** SHOW "... !!!  
  
From *** To Zones Where ****** Go...  
Who Get Live Shows... !!!  
But HAVE TO DO What They’re TOLD... !!!  
  
See I Told You They Are SLAVES... !!!  
... ****** of Today...  
Yesterday And Tomorrow...  
  
Souls Now HOLLOW...  
So All They Do Is Follow...  
... White Peoples’ Ways...  
  
“ Gotta have a NICE HOUSE,  
and cash I can flout,  
So I can run my mout',  
on these ******, no doubt ! “  
  
So Of Course Then Comes The HATE...  
The Jealousy And The CLAIMS...  
That Cover Up... "Their Shame"... !!!  
of Knowing Their Game’s Lame... !!!  
  
And Most ****** Will Happily...  
Then Show S P L I T Personalities... !!!!!  
  
One Minute They’re Your Friend...  
Then The Next They Want You DEAD... !!!  
  
And When It Comes To WOMEN...  
These ****** STOP THINKING...  
  
Because We Blacks Should Only Find...  
Black Thighs When Our Penises RISE...  
  
As If ***** That’s White...  
  
Makes WHITE Black Guys... ?!?!?  
... Who’ve LOST Their Minds... ?!?  
  
... Well YES Some DO... !!!  
  
But Some Black Dudes...  
Just Play It... " Cool "...  
UNLIKE These FOOLS...  
  
Who Are Quick To Pick...  
These Light Skin Chicks...  
To Have Their Kids...  
And Build Families With... ?!?  
As If Light Skin Defines BLACKNESS... ?!!!?  
  
Ya See This *****' ****...  
Is A... SERIOUS Trip... !!!!!
  
So Remember This Script...  
And Set of Lyrics...  
  
Cos’ Crackers May Be SICKER...  
  
But ****** Are Much SLICKER...  
And’ll Down You Much  QUICKER....  
  
Than ANY White Trickster... !!!!!
  
So This Piece of Scripture...  
Is One That Delivers...  
  
Some TRUTH About...  
  
.... “ ******’ “.... !!!!!!

A stacked life with the odds of the world against us
All the fuss over black lives matter is a matter of centuries of pent up frustration
Never mind the enslavement of our ancestors incarceration and prison yard gestations
I'm talking specifically about the manifestation of police brutality
A reality for black men and women who are seen as inhuman to certain police officers who have absorbed the institutionalized propaganda that says
black people
By virtue of being black are more dangerous and prone to attack, stealing, and committing violent offenses
This ignorant antiquated pervasive programming has convinced many police to see black people
and register in their senses a sense of threat and imminent danger
In a nation of immigrants, the only section of the population profiled and killed at this rate are the same people who have been brutalized for the better part of this nations history
And for what reason, what cause is there to be so afraid of the African American
A member of the human race who was kidnapped
beaten
*****
chained
enslaved
rip from their ancestry
hung
deprived
stripped of  humanity
brainwashed
so much so that our baby's are programmed to **** each other
So what cause is there to be so afraid of the African American
Perhaps the fear of retaliation
From a people wanting to aim
and inflict pain on those who took their very fiber
who's ire burns with a desire to see how it feels to be on the other side of power
But the truth is
no weapon can undo what's been done
The only thing that can belittle hatred is the unshackled
unbridled
emancipation
of love

Censored

You hate me don't you?
My brown skin ***** hair and long dxck intimidate, don't they?
You say we're violent but you don't see the fear in our eyes
You say "He was no Angel" when one of us dies.

You said Columbus discovered America when he pillaged and destroyed an entire culture
Then we were brought here, and slavery picked at us like the meanest vulture

You want to say it, but you don't want to alienate the people that were so long hung killed profiled enslaved and *****
I'm not stuck in the past I'm just sticking this pen up the *** of those who say racism has seen it's day

I wish I could say that. But like Alex Hayes we need to bring our roots back,
Study our history so it's never repeated,
That way, one day racism can be defeated

They sent so many
with their befriend and betray
training that derailed...Kelly McManus

Some seals are applied to signatures and such
Ratifying the documents of abbots and kings
Applied with dignity, a royal touch
From carven images or profiled rings

And then there are seals as toilet bowl rings
Beneath the throne, a regal crown of wax
One of the kingdom’s many needful things
Restraining with dignity certain personal acts

The throne upon which His Majesty, um, sits
Unsealed it came, and gave the plumber royal fits

There is regret for the gradual entrapment and brainwashing of the human spirit, via lives of quiet servitude.
There is shame, the recognition of
potential diminished and unrealised, trained and drained for consumerism which is sold as the illusion of happiness ..filling our spaces with needless clutter, shrinking the borders of
individual thought...that last bastion of freedom and the well spring of change.
We are profiled, labelled and categorized, predictable and easily manipulated by systems that govern.

I feel this when the wind blows from certain quarters.
and when the curtain is briefly lifted, and we can look out toward the deep mysteries of space,
I recall the "Earthrise" photograph from the Apollo 8 mission and, still, after all these years find it profoundly moving..." Beautiful" is a far too lesser word to describe it.
It truly is a breath- stealing image...and it's our home.
And what have we done with it?
We over- populate, fly our flags, bang our drums, peddle our religions, burn our forests, pollute our seas eradicate species with impunity,...how, on Earth are we evolving?
We have such possibility yet have traded it all in for a business model with drivers of profit and greed.
and where are the indigenous peoples? ..the, recognized wiser custodians of the planet?
Subsumed or displaced,..turfed off their lands( that also happen to be rich in mineral deposits or ripe for development) largely unmentioned and forgotten.....and yet i cannot help thinking that these are the apex of our species with regards to their understanding of the value of our habitat....their insights far more sustainable and rooted than the bilious reach of our ****** little empires.
What could they have taught us if only we cared to listen....to really listen....
We have lost our sense of wonder, of symbiosis, of reverence...we take our place for granted..not as something extraordinary to be treasured

What is our collective aim?
And is there a " collective"...After all, a communal philosophy that proffers an alternative could prove difficult to subdue, far better the divide and conquer strategy that panders to the subtle edges of an avarice, that becomes our modern way.
While we bury our head in the sands of social media baying for loves and likes, we are drip-fed endless propaganda and advertising..
Outside our window there is a green unpleasant land sprayed with herbicide, insecticide, devoid of natural diversity by the sweep of our constant chemicals..
Where now , the fresh air ?

The curtain falls and I’m back in my day job, paying over the odds , but grateful of income...enough to get by..i have sorted the bills and might treat myself to a couple of t- shirts i have seen in the sale- (less than half price- you cant beat a good bargain) ….Will have a few beers while watching the game and cheer on my team...there is a chance of silverware this season....
I am suitably anaesthetized and gently returned to my conformity.
It seems easier this way....


This isn’t the search for some utopian cloud- kingdom, more of a quest for a balance of sorts.
I do not consider myself hard done by...I am more fortunate than many and will always place laughter above tears
But I am of an island race encircled by powerful waters....as they appear to protect, then so do they threaten...

I have no manifesto,...I am the product of my age...and I sleepwalk through this gift of life , but as i sleep so too i sometimes dream
dream of a pathway through and out beyond the high rise, over the weather- won tides, that leads to somewhere different, somewhere we have never been...