"undercovers" poems
Why the hell ... do they do it … ???
They run blacks like ... " Fluid " ... !!!
Well ... THE TRUTH is ...
Most Coppers ... Keep Proving ...
... They're ... STUPID ... !!!!!
Harassment ... INDEED ... !!!!
is why ... some of them ... BLEED ... !!!!!
But ... Let me ... Proceed ...
cos' ... I will ... NOT Concede ... !!!!!
that ... ANY ... Police Force ...
is .... " RACISM FREE " ... !!!!!!!!!
" This Morn' " ...
It was ... ME ...
who they wanted ... " To be " ...
ANOTHER ... Young Black ...
in .... " Police Custody " ....
“Excuse me sir,
your car is registered,
to a national bank ?”
“THAT’S BECAUSE THE CAR’S LEASED,
I’M PAYING A FEE,
SO THE CAR IS THE BANKS ….
IT DON’T, BELONG TO ME … !!!…”
“Okay Okay !!!
but, can we have,
your name please ?”
“LET’S GO TO MY WORKPLACE,
IT’S OVER THERE, SEE !”
See .....
That's when ... their faces ...
Disguised their ... TRUE HATRED ... !!!!!
of ... seeing a black ...
Who Ain't ... " Selling Crack " ... !!!!!
The car that I drive ...
is ... " LEGIT " ...
That's a .... FACT .... !!!!!
While ... RACIST OLD BILL ...
NEVER SEEM ... to get ... " SACKED " … !?! …
When ...
" Their Nature's " ... EXPOSED ... !!!!!
They Quickly ... ” DECOMPOSE ” ... !!!
and then ... just .... RESORT ...
to ... ******* ... Up Their Nose ... !!!
Which ...
Just goes to ... SHOW ...
It's NOT ... " Only Blacks " ...
who take drugs ... when they're low ...
It's ... White People ... TOO ... !!!!!
who shove ... Coc' ... Up Their Nose ...
But whose ... " Cashing In " ... ???
is what ... I want to ... KNOW ... !!!!!!!
because i'm ... Getting Sick ...
of ...... " ALL TELL " ......
and ... " NO SHOW " ... !!!!!
They ... KEEP ON HARASSING ... !!!
Then ... KEEP ON SUGGESTING ...
"Blacks being mis-treated,
is NOT a Race Thing !"
But …. ???? ….
These ... "hidden-cam" ... shows
Now Show ... how things' go ...
It's ... NOT JUST ... undercovers' ...
Who ... " Sniff Out " ... THE TRUTH ... !!!
Now ... Journalists too ...
have ... " Suddenly Learned " ... !?!
That .....
" White Men " ... under cover ...
Show Racism's ... TRUE ... !!!!!!!!!!
NOT ...
A figment in ... Black peoples' ...
****** …. Brain Tool ... !!!?!!! …
Now ...
Those are not words ...
I believe to be ... True ... !!!
I’m just ... " THE BLACK ” ...
.... Sherlock Holmes .... !!!! ....
Giving people ... " Some Clues " ...
as to ... WHY ... " Some " ... Black Men ...
feel the way that ... I DO ... !!!
Harassment ... is ... REAL ... !!!
But ...
Here is ... THE DEAL ... !!!
" Some " ... Black people STEAL ...
and DO ... move in ... "The Dark' ...
Like ... "Covert" ... Navy Seals ... !!!!!
But ......
THIS ... Does Not mean ...
that ... EVERY ... Black Person ...
is into ... " THAT SCENE " ... !!!!!!!!
and that ... Money they've made ...
Really NEEDS ... A Good Clean ...
in a .... " Laundry Machine " .... ?!?
It's Policemen ... to me ...
who work in ... " ***** TEAMS " ...
and then in ... " Their Dreams " ...
Make ... Black People ... SCREAM ... !!!!!!
Just check through ... THE NEWS ...
You'll SEE ... what I mean ...
Well .....
My day's getting ... better ....
now i've ... " Typed " ...
These few ... " Letters " ...
But it's .....
Time to ... STOP TAPPING ...
cos' this poem i've written ...
has allowed me to ... VENT ... !!!
My View ...
On These ... PIGS ... !!!!!
Who ...... THRIVE ON ......
……… ” HARASSMENT ” ………. !!! ? !!!
Dec 6, 2014
Dec 6, 2014 at 5:49 PM UTC
Some of us walk through life happy,
some of us walk sad,
some of us walk lonely,
some of us walk mad.
We see glimpses of each other,
and think, 'Their judgment's off, '
but we hide ourselves undercovers,
and hope they'll buy our bluff.
Why do we laugh at anyone,
who shows their true self,
scoff at our brothers and sisters,
who put insecurity on a shelf?
Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 3:22 PM UTC
The world it disappeared tonight
the fog came rolling in
he consumed, engulfed, stole everything we know
The owl, it did not call tonight
it sensed seldom in the air
held breath and frosted glass
snatching at your memories
The children retreat to their home
frowns etched onto snow white foreheads
a hidden burrow undercovers called safety
Lock your doors tonight,
He's coming like a ghost, dancing silently
blanketing the sacrificial trees under the weeping golden moon
"Don't breathe too loud" he comforts the night,
don't break the spell
The dew will be next to drown the flowers
Oct 16, 2010
Oct 16, 2010 at 4:57 PM UTC
I cant' write How I feel
Act on whats not real
theres no peace if not resloved
How can I script love,
If Im constantly correcting
your lines your stumbling
I need this to be real,
something you really feel....
Not just words you memorized
actions emotionalized,
but this has to be real
I need you to feel......
Im not looking for an actress
Who's use to her back upon a matress,
Im' looking for a lover
who doesn't just love undercovers,
Show it to me in your eyes
or eles this script is lies,
let me hear it in your voice
as if you had no other choice,
So recite your lines
As if It was inception of the mind,
and as we do embrace
Let passion flow along your face,
and say it....
what I wrote upon your heart
becasue for me this is ture,
"I Love You" .....
Let the world hear it,
Present your debut
And lets throw away this script
Cuz now its just Me and You....
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 11:57 AM UTC
Just coming in and out like a tide.
The city constantly yells and drains.
When I look up at the sky
Crackling power lines aside the shimmering moon.
Thinking to myself what am I going to do?
Behind walls
Locked doors
Closed curtains
Undercovers.
I find myself with me.
We're freaking out and we don't what to do.
We self soothe
&
Hang out.
But it's all just wrong.
We used to kick and punch.
So it's better I suppose
But that was draining.
All I want is sleep now.
Is it really the cousin to death?
But I have dreams.
Day & Night.
Some feel good, others bad.
But that's kind of like life, I suppose.
It seemed so real.
What is real?
Imagined, was it not?
I suppose I really don't know.
My existential crisis hops on the canoe.
Doesn't matter if you're in the water.
The tide
comes in
&
out no matter.
It just is.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 11:32 PM UTC
Seven seas and twilight moons.
Darker shades give us
Clearer visions.
Touch all night and don't wake
'Til noon.
Risk it all under supervision.
I don't need to be supervised.
What we doin' ain't so forbidden.
Keep me more than just
Hypnotized...
It's alluring, everything we're
Keeping hidden.
Give your body a pulse that
Stutters.
Look into eyes with a gaze so
True.
Undercovers, keep it undercover.
Oh, all the things I would do
To you.
Jun 11, 2016
Jun 11, 2016 at 4:39 PM UTC
Gentle judgy eyebrows, hold up that cautious brow
Span the spacious distance from furrow to crown
Eyes of distant pewter pour
Over days of yesterday yor undercovers and desperate for....
Skin still young and sunlight starved, crinkle under laugh and yawn
Your beard a thing, a glory born, bushy brindles lightly shorn
Happy are the lips of one, who I fondly call S Dub
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
Tight jeans and a southern smile
Aaron Watson in the speakers of your big obnoxious pick up truck
Leather boots and a Texas tattoo
charming when your sober,
something else when intoxicated
Exchanging jokes that only our desert humor can take
Cruising down the loop on the back of your bike
Grabbing onto you a little tighter then I need to
Seeing small glimpses of person I admire,
quickly masked by hours of one I feel sorry for
…I didn’t know our kisses and two steps were undercovers
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 1:51 AM UTC
Letter and numbers all intertwine
in the genetic structure of rythm and rhyme
All lines come together
framing forms of emotion
quoting quasi spirit leaders causing radical commotion
Burdened by thick black holes, heavy within
tuck your head undercovers while the rooms starts to spin
ear to the floor pickin up sonic underground
put then you drop it right back
back in to the floor where all those sick sounds belong
Thanks for making me mom
thanks alot
Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
I didn't ask to be born into this world
there's too much pressure
being someones babygirl.
Delicate, with dignity
I once was
but I turn into a freak
as dawn transforms into dusk.
At night,
I close my wide eyes
and darkness consumes me entirely
no more light.
I defeat God's will,
there is no more fight
no more worries,
little to no care.
Atlas I transform
until a mothers worse
nightmare
Dec 30, 2015
Dec 30, 2015 at 4:38 PM UTC
Oh I get it now
He was your go to
While I was your addiction
You were stuck between two lovers
Pleasing both of us undercovers
A secret agent playing under cover
You comforted our egos
While sharing your heart
No wonder why your heart was torn apart
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 6:49 PM UTC
What do you see when you see me?
Race?
Dress?
****** expression?
Or just a person?
What do you hear when you hear me?
Enunciation?
Word choice and placement?
Voice Pitch?
Or does it just go in one ear and out the other?
You only see what I show you.
What you don't see, is the churning of my mind. Constantly thinking, pondering, just trying to slightly fathom this conundrum we call life. You don't see me struggling to gain constant understanding, while my knowledge is constantly expanding, and my inner constantly flying and landing, but my outer is just standing still, like feet caught in wet concrete.
You don't see the daily processing of people, places, things. Like are they the superficial type? Thinking the physical is the best that life brings? Or are they the intellectual type? Figuring out why things are the way they are, and doing their best to make a change because in contrast to popular opinion, sometimes, freedom doesn't always ring.
You only hear what I say.
I know that statement might sound stupid, but it means so much. Like duh, you only hear what I say, but I want you to feel it. You have to get beneath the words. Dig deeper than its literal surface layer meaning, until you get to the bedrock of truth and discovery. Then and only then are you capable of recovery and possibly creating the eighth wonder of the world solely from shrubbery. You don't hear the pain behind the syllables. The valleys between the pinnacles, the undercovers and subliminals. You hear me, but you don't feel me. You see me but **** sure can't read me.
Sometimes you just have to look a little harder and listen a little closer.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 5:30 PM UTC
The simple truths can pierce nonetheless
How, in morning's wake, the clock buzzes and screams, a mournful cry
And as your legs gather stamina and oxygen infiltrates your brain
Your heart begs to stay in bed, safe, undercovers,
Where there is no one to pretend with, none to breathe with then break from
-cj
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
Something’s not right,
I can taste metal.
But that’s why I came here,
To inspect the darkness.
Because even in fear,
I’ll search for meaning.
The danger doesn’t bother me,
As long as I find my story.
Try to **** me,
Try to hurt me,
I’ll take it as a badge to wear.
Look at my intrigue,
I have something you don’t...
Dec 15, 2019
Dec 15, 2019 at 9:35 PM UTC
Sick of the facade. WHY NOT USE A WHIP AND ROD? Sick of these trolls, all they do is just scroll. Hit DELETE, RINSE and REPEAT. They on patrol looking for they next victim, lookin', and searchin' of how they can whip 'em. To all you Trollers out there, scrolling, meme'ing, sick of the facade.
These Trolls go on a roll and just scroll...
They are bullies in disguise hiding behind they cell phones and keyboard.
They taunt and sneer, while they smear your name, for their own fame, with no care for the game.
Throwing elbows and jabs, no penalty shot, cause they got caught
with their pants down, so now you need to sit the **** down, shut up, cause you in line about to be ****** up.
Bunch of ******* critics and hypocrites, with only one ticket to their own show. ECHO.... No one around, BLAST that's MY sound comin' round. Gonna shoot you down off your own pedestal, knock you down, off your high horse. Bunch of geeks, with their tweets, thinkin' they have some treat to give you, like you somethin' special. All they are is a bully behind their mask, a coward in disguise, who just hides. ****** losers with no end game. ******* tweet patrol, they are just weak patrol.
Just a facade... Undercovers is what they are...
These people are leeches, all I hear from them is screeches.
With a flick of the wrist, Nigel gave me the full gist.
It's just a mirage. Well, I give you applause, but this is SABOTAGE.
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 6:09 PM UTC
As our relationship goes we are secret lovers
Everything we have must stay undercovers
This has been going on for a very long time
I just wish that you could be all mine
I love you very much my sweet
Can this love affair remain discreet
What will you tell your husband
What will I tell my wife
What can we do to change this crazy life
This story is very old
However this story must be told
We can't sneak around forever
Even though we have been cleaver
Can this wild romance ever end
More important will we remain friends
This is one crazy love affair
We both have guilty hearts as it appears
Guilty hearts are what we are sold
Even though everything is about to unfold
Dec 14, 2017
Dec 14, 2017 at 5:26 PM UTC
Let's take a chance
Fall into love fall in my arms like if I was your man.
I'll hold you close and sweep up the tears before we begin.
Cause I'm your man...I'll do what I can to make your heart my home.
Let's take some time
The distance it shows but what do they know like a secret life...
You dance undercovers trapped in a lover but I am no saint..
They plucked all my feathers, heartless endeavors still I will want to try.
Take me tonight
You're eager to go I can tell by you're soul that you're needing a knight,
a knight with a sword who will let down his guard and grip yours right
Tell me you're fantasies tell me what hurts so I can make it alright
What kind of man you want tonight.
Apr 16, 2018
Apr 16, 2018 at 3:38 PM UTC