The Winds Cry Love

The Winds Cry Love

                        As the winds blow,                         

the years go bye.

As the tears I cry,

 love catches my eye.

I am fond and drawn into a scene,

things turn around

and the tears roll and I am found.

Oh so in love with life,

the very pain of it cuts deep like a knife.

I can’t sweat the strife,

because I am to young to lose out on life.

As the winds blow,

the years go bye,

as the tears I cry.

When I dry my eyes,

I look into heaven skies,

and realize

the truth lies

in love.

 God is love.

Yes, he loves

oh, yes he does,

as the winds cry love.

We Came From Glory

We Came From Glory

From kings and queens

we came from glory,

but yet we hear a different story.

Many are miseducated,

while a lot of us fought to be educated.

We went from separate but equal,

to going to school with white people.

From the back of the bus,

and Dr. King marching with us,

to a black man playing major league baseball,

while we continued to fight for Jim Crow to fall.

From Barbra A. Johns at age 15 who lead a school protest

doing her best.

While Claudette Colvin was first to refuse to give up her seat on the bus

but Rosa Parks received the fame.

But with all of this pain,

yet still we stayed on a path to attain.

The dream,

to now a black president.

Oh, how our people came from glory

but yet we hear a different story.

Capturing Love

Capturing Love

To Capture true love

I have come close.

To holding the one

that meant the most.

To capturing true love

I have been at its grip

and then love slips away.

Feeling like night and day

to capturing love

I look to the skies above.

and wonder

what is true love.

The Reality Of Black Man When Dealing With The Police

The Reality Of A Black Man When Dealing With The Police

As a black man I must be in reality

about society.

It is as if the police kill us for fun.

And for a voice for us there is no one.

They use their brutality

for notoriety,

as they climb their ranks

with their attitude toward us so stank.

Making these times full of insanity

as it seems like every day,

becomes another tragedy.

It’s a crime to not respect human life,

and survival is a never ending existence of strife.

As we black men die for less

but are still so blessed.

Although it seems to others

that our lives or worthless.

Still I say that we are priceless

and in so many ways invisible.

As others don’t realize that we black men die

over a simple principle,

called human life!

As we are cut down by life’s knife

while our love one’s grieve in pain,

because more black men die in vain.

The police treat us like target practice

and then turn deaf ears to our activist

calling them reverse racist.

So if a black man is to resist arrest

then it can be taken as if he has a death wish.

 I wish

all this madness would stop

although sad to say it won’t

 until the whole world goes pop.

Going Through Thangs

GOING THROUGH THANGS

Me and old lady,

 Mary Jane

been going through thangs.

17, a teen

Street struck,

with faded dreams.

Hanging in streets,

drunk as hell

its like I am trapped in my own cell.

Stealing,

to catch that feeling.

Always chasing a buzz

  thinking that i s all life was,

broke as joke.

My life going up in smoke,

So at 17 teen.

Me and old lady mary jane 

Going through some thangs.

My Mom For Her Birthday

MY MOM

  

She is like a dream,

her image stains

my brain.

She has hope,

for me to cope.

Oh, she loves me,

she cares for me.

About life she teaches me.

She is like a dream,

a lovely lady that I am blessed to have on my team.

It’s more like I am on her team,

she is a part of my foundation.

Oh, mother you are simply amazing.

Only For Fools

Only For Fools

Is love,

 only for a fool?

Or is the one who gets played  just not cool.

Love can make you cry

when it goes awry.

Oh love is the essence of broken heart,

you feel it when apart.

 fools have love when they fall,

but love still calls.

Again and again.

So is love only for fools.

oh love is only for fools.