Holiday Shopping

Tis the season

yep,

ring the money bells,

commercials advertising sells,

gifts to buy

must haves to try

MY-OH-MY…,

the Holidays no joke,

no budget can leave you broke.

Shopping malls, open early

to close late,

to purchase plenty

at a discounted rate.

Let’s not mention decorations,

and office parties celebrations,

more to money to spend

writing gift receipts in pen.

Yeah, it’s happening again,

the Holidays are here

and my bank is

permanently closed

to shopping

til the New Year.

Frostman

Underneath his

heavy jacket

his heart

frozen cold.

Snowflakes

cling to him

in the winter

stomping

storms

booting

right to left

thru

his mind.

Teasing

heat

to unfreeze

his fondness

beneath his

snow cap

loneliness

touches his

cold hands

into mittens

by chills

to keep

warm.

Frost bitten

to his touch

ice sickles

point

downwards

as he

waits to

defrost

by the fire.

Holly Jolly Blues

Walking thru a decorated

path way,

colorful designs and

greetings signs

lights up the display.

Music in the background

playing Holly Jolly’s,

twisting emotions

to sing

The Emotions “What do the

lonely do for Christmas”…

turning away,

a cold winter breeze snaps

me back to this year’s

seasons,

started in

Spring,

leap for growth

got cut into tiny pedals

until

Summer,

shimmering heat

dried my feet

but,

spared no tears

burying precious

family and friends

6 feet deep,

spiraling to

Fall,

down and out

singing “Good Woman Down”

by Mary J. Blige,

wearing mostly

burgnany and black,

got back on track

to face

Winter,

too cold inside

to be outside,

singing Holiday praise.

We Ain’t A Curse

It’s nothing you can say to me

from the gutter

to something other

it’s the newest slavery

No, No,

I don’t need anyone

to pray for me

Life bless my soul

nothing less

than the Best

so when I’m laid

to rest

I’ll still be Black, Beautiful, and BOLD!

Yes!

Caution:

Getting back to the basics

people been racist

you can’t stop imposters

eating their shrimp and losters

buying at slient auctions

taking life as their options

from

my people

with little regard

to be

on guard.

Bang! Bang! BANG!

Too much

violence for

who brains?

Scared

they pull the trigger

shooting the pain

into

torn hearts

shot after shot

soooo

many

they forgot

if we live

there’s a plot

lock’em up

to let us

rot

by the end of their knots

hang’em from

contending

to show

Greatness

more powerful

than their

Universe

they

rather

take our lives

back

to

Reverse

dirt to dirt

labeled “Curse”.

Cut Ties

Shakin

a lot of salt

my way

I guess

it’s

just the season

I’ve been fighting

for me and mines

that’s the

TRUE reason

going thru somethings

don’t see Love

the same

family members

caught up

in a web of propellers

looking at me

like I suppose to be jealous…,

please,

not saying it politely

I really don’t care

cause

nightly,

I’ve prayed

to be wiggled out

of their

noose knot

finally finding the

truth out

I know what their

Love about

money

handouts

with their

filthy hands

only a few

really

understands

it’s always

something wrong

or something up

just to get

their pennies

to a hundred bucks.

You See but Don’t See…

Can’t eat

no

home

just

concrete

cold

dirty

grains

of sand

stomped

upon

globally

cold

icy

burns

beneath

the

tents on a

ground

of cardboard

removal

quietly

surviving

and

rushed

into a

buried

ground

cleansed

by

no hospital

no visitors

no family

no name

its

inevitable

dust to dust

back to

ashes

water

wash away

in the

sewers

cause

no one

knew us

as

homeless.

Masked

Morning

into

mourning

thousands

is

hard to

swallow

like black

licorice.

Forty-five

lying

all

snickerish

covering

up

manure

in

fatalities

missing

the morals

of

reality

chirping

craziness like

“Great Again”…”Great Again”…

Pardon me,

since when?

This

aint

an

On/Off

Hollywood

production

camera scenes

movie

or wicky wonderland

dreams

lights, camera, action!

Not to

States

or

22 million

stay-in

out of

work

it’s been

repeated

6 feet away

or

6 feet deep

face

masked

extremes

coughing

ah-choo

quarantine

days

to

nights

hotter

than

a volcanic steam

glacier island

melting

away

from sun beams

but

TRILLIONS

in green

given

to people

ain’t broke

but the

joke

“We All In This Together”…

whatever

Be

Woke.

These Days…

Dark tunnels

pass

near

rather than

far

present

in

living

when

death

whereabouts

Inside

the head

purely

running around like a two-year-old

on a playground

screaming

loud

under a bleacher

Ahhhh!

Student to a teacher

A+,

plus, plus,

degrees

to the

cleverest

to shoot

for a forecast

life

from the hood

wishing

that they’re

little engine

that

could…

but,

never

overseas

never

overcoming

the stuck

in the yuck

like gum

overwhelmed

to be

scrape off

once

found

beyond dark

shadows

that follows

under pressure

walking.

Burdens

trapped

under

alligator skin

clamping

into

ways to get

into

a death roll

twirling

around

rough tidal waves

crashing

deep in

depths

to

sorrow

until

nothing

left

except

the burdensome

bullet

in my pistol.

Midnight

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Dark and alone…home

but

not really there…

sitting between walls

looking at them with a blank stare…do I dare?

Emotions everywhere

mind all over the place

rocking back and forth

without

a rocking chair

blowing out

hot air

mumbling, ”Do I really care?”

If midnight was in

the daylight

maybe I would

dissolve in the sunlight

away from

the darkness

that hunts

me often

to

put me in

a burial coffin

dead

from my own head.