For Father's Day

You Walked With Me

Daddy you have walked with me

From birth to a baby you have walked with me

From an adolescent to young adult you have walked with me

From the ups and downs

To smiles and frowns

You have walked with me

By my side

You have been my life’s guide

From trouble to triumph to victory

To misery

Daddy you have walked with me

 from pains

To gains

To one day at a time

To now having peace of mind

You walked with me

From graduation

To my life’s elevation

You have gave me so much inspiration

So I say to you

I love you

For showing me the way

Thanks dad happy father’s day

A Teacher's Impact On Me Dedicated in loving memory To My Favorite Professor Dr.Maryanow

A Teacher’s Impact on Me

You taught me

to dream big

and aim high

while holding

my head to the sky.

I know life is crazy

because I never

had a chance to say goodbye.

Yet forever in my heart and soul

your impact on me

I will forever hold.

You taught me

more than just how to write

you instructed me

how to live my life.

You were such a kind man

willing to give

a helping hand

always all business

but you managed

to share a few laughs

helping and inspiring

many to stay on the right path.

Oh yes sir ! Dr. Maryanow

you will be missed

but just how short

life is.

As these poetic tears I wipe

from my face

knowing a great man like you,

you are in a better place

by God’s grace.

So I say

thanks for the impact

that you made on me

for teaching me

to be

the best I could ever be.

For the tears of life will always constantly flow

but that’s life

and we all one day will have to go.

Hip Hop Blues

Hip Hop Blues

I am paying my dues,

To write these hip hop blues.

I study Langston Hughes,

But walk in my own shoes.

I represent Alabama,

Where they are known for the yellow hammer.

I spit this southern grammar.

In this state they cut back education,

And preach racial segregation.

I strive to live,

And help, and give

In a positive way.

I pray for Alabama today,

That one day we can have peace

In the streets,

Because black on black crime

Has me losing my mind.

Tears For You a Poem for A Fallen Friend

Tears For You

Tears for you

In retrospect

thoughts

I collect.

My heart’s recollection

of a man,

well deserving

                                                                a great dedication.

Through my tears I pay my respects,

they transcend

with the pen.

Oh! Carl,

 you were

more than a friend.

You were a role model

For me.

An inspiration for my own recovery,

You taught me to don’t use no matter what

and to  keep on coming back.

 Your life is a never ending legacy.

Thank you Mr. Carl C.

May you rest heavenly.

 I will always remember you

In my mind, soul, and heart.

Thanks for being a part

of my Journey,

from now on eternally.

For Valentines Day My Love

My Love

My coffee and cream,

my love is a beautiful being,

my completed dream,

my Godly gift,

my soul you uplift.

My sugar so brown,

my queen of the town,

my sweet rose

who enchants my nose.

My aesthetic love,

my high love,

my cannot say goodbye love,

my love song and dance,

my life’s-long romance.

Forever kissing you

under sunrises and sunsets,

my love’s life needs are met,

because your love is as good as it gets.

For Black History Month

A Rhyme Manifesto

I create art on lyrical easels,

My poetry is as powerful as a diesel,

Moving through the night,

I am a native son like Richard Wright,

But I am hip hop like Eric Wright,

I am smooth with jazz

With a clash,

I speak about the past,

Fighting for our rights,

So that kids can see the future bright,

Black as space,

Proud of my race,

Living legal,

A man, but a champion of the people

Never doing better than

Just a common man,

I capture my soul

At a whole,

And put it in a poem,

When it is the time to display I show ‘em,

I huddle in the masses,

While the battle between good and evil clashes,

Out of courage and determination,

The sprinter dashes,

To win life’s race,

That only comes when you pace.

The Dream I Sing

The Dream I Sing

I sing my dream

to absolute extremes,

with the pen

I illustrate and let you in.

To a soul

that lives on

but weary,

the heart is painfully teary.

Bound by the color you see,

to grasp proper history

only helps me

to be free.

Although color I try not to see,

life is indeed of the educational variety.

Through its rarities

I find my reflection in society

invisible

withering away without a principle.

Dying in vain,

while trying to maintain,

but yet I sing my dreams

with my theme

of struggle

and everything it brings.

I know there will be anguish

of my heart’s written language

to suffer and suffice.

Oh, this world is far from paradise

so I know

I have a long way to go.