Poetry

Dear God

I have given the Devil the pieces that complete me.
SELF-MEDICATING MY INNER TURMOIL WITH SUBSTANCE ABUSE. 
What is the value of a man running in circles tracking his own shit! 
DO THEY WATCH TELEVISION IN HEAVEN, OR IN HELL?
Why don’t I end my life?
TRAPPED IN THE DEVIL’S NOOSE, I’M NOT BREATHING.
I’m choking to death can’t you hear me screaming.
I disappear. 
AND NO ONE WILL GIVE A FUCK THAT I AM NO LONGER. 
A rarity. 
No desire to love you and the only touch I need is my own. 
I am the son of god and man. 
TAKE ANOTHER STEP CLOSER. 
Why won’t you let us catch up to you?
I have so much to tell you. 
GROWING INTOXICATED IN WANT and NEED. 
Paradoxes of insatiable lust for fleeting youth. 
A nuisance and an intolerable hypocrite. 
HOLD YOUR BREATH BEFORE YOU PULL THE TRIGGER. 
This curtain falls on my nightly charade. 
Lecherous and diabolical actor receiving praise for staying in character. 
THE WORLD HAS STOPPED REVOLVING AND IS IN REMISSION. 
I am alone even when I’m sharing it with you. 
Incestuous. 
A POOR MAN LIVING BEYOND HIS MEANS. 
Wayward passages trickle and indent postering fools. 
THEY ARE WATCHING AND LISTENING. OBSERVING THE WALKING. 
AS THEY KEEP PRETENDING TO KEEP THE SUN OUT OF THEIR EYES.

 

I’VE BEEN DYING FOR 43 YEARS, 17 HOURS AND 29 MINUTES

I will speak to you in a language that you understand.
When I dream, I dream of flying. 
My spirit grows weary of my body. 
Listen to the words of a dying man.
I’ve been dying for 43 years, 17 hours and 29 minutes.
I’ve co-existed with evil men who have manipulated the will of good men and flourished.
A world of sacrificial lambs and savages. 
Frequent stream of smiles and departures all-knowing.
Kindness protrudes like a fish breathing out of water.

NIGGERPHOBIA

Am I a Nigger?
What is the Nigger’s purpose? 
Fondling master’s genitals for small change?  
Vicious cycles that keep the Nigger and I AM segregated. 
Living in a constant state of Niggerphobia. 

ANATOMY

Condescending eyes and viral tongue reflect inherent fears.
Passive and deceptive nature.
Anatomy burns like a diseased whore.

 

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE

I pledge allegiance to the flag:
To murder your fathers and sons,
rape your mothers and daughters,
steal your land and resources,
spread disease, famine and disorder,
with disdain and injustice for all.

 

THE BAR IS CLOSING

Last dance, the bar is closing. 
Water's up to her neck, how much longer can she hold on?
Afraid to fall asleep, she doesn't know where she'll wake.
Lived a simple life, consumed by needs and wants.
As she listens to Satchmo, sipping on air.
Falling deeper, drifting under lucid spell.
She can't go any further, her will to survive is diminishing.
One day she'll forgive, wishing it could go back to the way it was.

 

DIXIELAND

Dixieland, I despise your soil.
Trapped in your polluted womb.
In exile for crimes abroad.
Surrounded by insolent rednecks, dull-witted and sadistic by nature.
Counting the days until I am freed. 

 

THE LOWLY NEGRO

Beware of the bearer who provokes envy.
Words become numbers and volumes muted.
Consumerism is his fetish, the prey my brethren, 
the lowly Negro.
Eyes toward the ground, the devil intuitively watches.
Bearer who sets the trap is a malicious and mischievous coward.
Convinced the world he means no harm.

CANDLELIGHT FLICKERS INTO NIGHT

Candlelight flickers into night,
the unwieldy sweltering sky.
Thoughts keep my head above the tide.
Nature’s innocents have taken flight.
Hundreds of years ripped from their soil,
candlelight flickers into night.
Weight of water exudes the flesh.
Insects feast on forbidden fruit.
Thoughts keep my head above the tide.
Hummingbirds fly roaring with light.
God's breath on their wings to sustain.
Candlelight flickers into night.
The hunted becomes the hunter.
The edge of reason to survive.
Candlelight flickers into night,
thoughts keep my head above the tide.

 

AT THIRTEEN, INNOCENCE WAS LOST

At thirteen, innocence was lost.
Tormented by incestuous lust to forget she's only thirteen.
Daddy's princess plays grown up games, while mother turns tricks for the rent.
At thirteen, innocence was lost.
Childhood’s no longer naïve as she receives her weekly allowance.
To forget she's only thirteen.
All she ever wanted was love. 
Instead she contracts a disease. 
At thirteen, innocence was lost.
Guilt makes her repeat the sin, a young girl’s allowance. 
To forget she's only thirteen.
Staring back at her reflection, she doesn't think before she speaks. 
At thirteen, innocence was lost.

NIGGER 

A man called me a Nigger,
maybe he couldn't pronounce my African name.
Perhaps it was my unflinching gaze,
envisioning my ancestors in chains.
Summoning crimes against humanity.
The rape of African pubescent is apparent in my hue.
Engulfed in constant denial and condescending irreverence for greed and contempt.
I am cattle in his portfolio.
Stolen and sold into slavery by African, European, and American.
Stripped naked of native tongue, culture, family and homeland.
And when I am of no further use as a mule of capitalism.
They deny me an education and call me ignorant.
They deny me work and call me lazy.
They inflict disease, arrest and imprison black youths for fear of a black planet.
They call me boy, rapist, liar, murderer, thief,
to conceal their true nature.
"Good for nothing, worthless, dull-witted, dimwitted niggers. 
Go back to Africa!"
To survive the African holocaust we will seek shelter in your shadows to elude you.
As cowardly, ignorant and docile servants continue to work in the fields.
You continue to rape the world, sip Mint Juleps and dine on hors d'oeuvres.

 

The Duality of the Human Condition  (To Live & Die In LA)

A Film By Jameson Stokes

NEW WORK

 TWO BEASTS 

I sit in between two beasts

They smile as if we’re old acquaintances

I can’t read them without slurring

Never felt any faces that looked familiar in here

I can’t stop thinking I’m trapped but safe for now

 BLOOD STAINED  

Vanishing thoughts on blood stained concrete

The subtle rub has passed you in transition

Simpletons out of their depth

Reaching you’re lost in search of the way

Anticipation whispering fallen notes

Take notice I am not just another man

I am the embodiment of all that is

 

SKIN DEEP  

The mirror imitates superficiality

Youth’s vanity is inherent hereditary 

Ancestors believe the pain is skin deep

All knowing of nothing with a god complex

Take accountability and face fear

If not you will regret your becoming

The moveable have been displaced

All are primitive with a lack of empathy

Everywhere is a form of frailty and despair

Only one breath left

Can’t get that song out of my head

We are ALL guilty and out of control

 

L (I) KE

 Do I like YOU?

Are YOU good enough? Are YOU sexy enough?

Are YOU slim enough, rich enough, powerful enough?

At first glance reality is fantasy?

Do I want to be YOU? Do you want to be YOU?

Do you even know who YOU are?

YOU in all your plastic stylized photo shop glory on IG

Fleeting moments of life’s journey will soon disappear

What’s left is the real YOU filled with emptiness and regret

Characterized by a life as a narcissistic sociopath

Influencers and celebrities mirroring decadence and vanity

In my peripheral I see the real YOU…afraid, arrogant and transparent

At your moment of dissension

Who will be there to catch YOU when you fall from fame and infamy

A younger, hipper, slimmer, prettier YOU in your prime filled with discontent

Your last words will be If only I stood for something greater than myself

If only I stood against something greater than myself…If only I

The problem is there’s no I in US and YOU never cared about US

You only cared about YOU and I was the solitary I in L (I) KE

I’ll soon forget YOU with one flick of my thumb

A wasted LIFE’s journey filled with meaningless and superficial posts

A L (I) FE lived without passion, conviction and purpose

Do I like you?

No a better question is do I want to Fuck You?