GLASS HOUSE

I know exactly what I am, it’s at a point where I don’t even give a damn,/ if we going to war let’s go, scared why; nobody ever really dies this I know, / Tie your boots get your ruck sack, you gonna need a army plus that,/ mother fuk you, mother fuk them too,/ I stand in the middle of the battlefield alone no crew, it ain’t shit you can do,/ I’m not them definitely not him,/ I’m the one that’s gonna walk straight at the end!!!, your mind doesn’t work like mine my friend, /you playing chess but I suggest the 48 laws, I just discussed strategy, pause;/ nah just gave you a bone something to ponder when you’re all alone, /after I crumble your mother fukin thrown, /in that blood clot glass house you call a home

THE WORLD WE LIVE IN

Today is July 6, 2019 and the world we live in is in complete disarray. Real is not real fake is in, petty has replaced common sense along with common decency. We have a crook in the oval office; and not a good one may I add. Everything revolves around social media likes and comments. The world is at a point where doing something “out of the kindness of your heart” has to be documented for a later release. It seems as if love has lost the ongoing battle to vanity. What happened to morals what happened to genuine people? In my opinion social media was a social experiment that can no longer be controlled. From something that was supposed to bring us together to something that drives depression, murders, suicides, etc. I’m not blaming all the world’s problems on social media but I think it fuels a large percentage of them. Think about it we have a president that bullies people on social media via twitter. Some people would commit murder on camera over social media “beef” opposed to getting beat up on camera. Its people literally making fools of themselves to go “viral” people of all races and ethnicities perpetuate stereotypes for a like. Who do those likes come from what value do they add to your life. We’ve become brainwashed by technology. The computers have already taken over, take a look around. The faster the technology comes the more we depend on it and we don’t use the most powerful computer known to mankind which is the human brain. Don’t get me wrong I’m not saying that social media is not a powerful tool, but when used right. I get it if you have a talent to monetize than yes social media is a powerful tool; I don’t know if twerking applies, but if that’s your talent than aye. All I’m saying is please doing let social media define who you are as a person. What’s the point in living on the internet like The Sims when people know you in real life, who you fooling your followers or yourself? It’s so much more to life than a like. The ironic part` is that social media has replaced social skills, from how to talk to a woman to how to talk to a man to how to conduct an intelligent conversation. I’m not bashing social media but at the same time this is not the end all be all.

IN SEARCH OF

My magnum opus is running from me, I know it’s in my subconscious waiting for me, I meditate I pray then I wait, it’s like it’s right there on the other side of the gate, I can write one stanza!! Then after that no answer, I’m chasing my greatest work; when I can’t recite it I’m hurt, I’m a few syllables away from greatness, when I put it on paper naysayers will hate this, it’s in me I just have to embrace the pain stay sane and use more than ten percent of my brain

DADDY LOVES YOU

I used to think I was a one of one until I had my son if I was the prototype he has to be the finish one I can see his mind moving trying to make his point proven and in a manner so pursuing his vernacular at his age should have him at least in the eighth grade conversations have me taken a back every other statement is how do you know that it’s like talking to myself younger but the me now he does things all day that make me say wooow really just wanted my son to know daddy loves him for infinity plus one 7.7 billion people on earth and I’m lucky enough for you to be my son

Just came out of a meditation, this is what came afterwards. Like I tell him even when you’re 30 you’re always gonna be my baby lol ( that facial expression is priceless)

A POET’S PAIN

We are not the same I leak morphine on paper to save you from my reality I question my mortality so you can enjoy yours when I die just make sure the champagne pours I won I succeeded the mission is finally over I got permission to let go and evolve hopefully before that day all my problems will be resolved or at least archived so my son can say my daddy went through that and survived and just like that my next generation can thrive I swear I spit venom think king Cobra even when I die these words will never be over

YEARLY CHECK-UPS

My world stop turning when you died I was in a room with like ten choppers but like a baby I cried
I got myself together and started returning phone calls mad as hell because it was no way to get revenge at all
You closed your eyes with plans for the morning who in the hell would have imagined we would be in mourning
I swear I didn’t want to ring your doorbell when I saw your wife face it was straight hell
Your babies lost their daddy and my selfish ass thinking about myself
I gotta hold it together even though I wish it was me I gotta stay strong in front of the crew because if not you know what the wolves gonna do
I got your wife and I promise I won’t try to hit her she got my real number I’m on it no slumber
I’mma play your role in your babies life I’ll walk em down the isle and approve the dude before there a wife
I ain’t taking ya sons hunting though I’mma try my best to keep them away from guns just like I do my son make sure they don’t be like us to get their loot my job is to keep them out of situations to shoot
Other than that I guess it’s business as usual tell them guys don’t feel a way I just hate funerals plus they still living through my stories and I think about them everyday we really never really die so we can finish this that day

IM STILL A “TANK” 8 YEARS LATER FROM A MULTIPLE SCLEROSIS DIAGNOSIS AND A RAYNAUD’S PHENOMENON (ALWAYS KNEW I WAS SPECIAL LOL) DIAGNOSIS IN 2003 WANNA KNOW WHY 🤔 YEARLY PHYSICALS AND EARLY DETECTION IMMA LET YOU IN ON A SECRET REAL ONES GET SICK TOO

WHY BLACK MEN DON’T CHEAT

I knew we weren’t gonna make it from the go
How much I was gonna fall in love with you is what I didn’t know
I tried to leave a thousand times but when I got to the door memories clouded my mind

Really all our first and I asked myself is it me that changed & am I making things worse

I mean I don’t cheat anymore but I guess that’s not enough I respect our relationship but you make it rough
I do so many about faces I feel like a soldier and you act like you don’t understand I’m a black man with the world on my shoulder
I’m putting my clothes back in the dresser here I stand a dedicated father and man no lesser I’m trying to fight to save my family I want to be a father but not absently