tradition (black canon love)

pass me not
while listening the love train of the ojays
climbing the stairway to heaven seeing something simply beautiful..
enough to give you that love T.K.O.
to somebad mamma jamma with a soul to embrace
   a smooth caramel vessel to tongue trace that honey love
while bumping and grinding through the rough side of the mountains of life..


give me the light and see the ms. jacksons fade to the blackness of obscurity
  i’m leaving reality for that midnight train of subconsciousness to that imagination
           that  runs away            twists away   
from down the main street poppin tags with their nikes    while they walk it out…

two-steps away from enlightenment
two steps closer to materialistic ignorance ….

mlk and malcolm for the pushaman….

but

i’m god son
the jesus jewel
who shines brighter than any roc
any bling that jacob can jewel..

i’m just doing my job to job
so before kingdom come
let me make my soul my community   want to holla
at all the injustice filling this american landfill….

it’s take to wake up everybody
and get knuck
and get our buck for others and not ourselves…

let’s stop smoking bushes
but rather burn them while getting fresh
and so clean clean up this player club
called the senate because
there is no sex in the champagne room….

let’s take that magellian fantastic voyage of vindication,
reclaiming resurrecting the onward christian soldiers
to fight on the battlefield for our selves and our worths.

cause i know a change gonna come.

pursuit

you know, i walk by and hear those girls talk
men are dogs and all men want one thing..
well i say that women
are emotionally   dumb            and                  detached
from           what they want      and              what they need..

sayin' one thing and doing another...
              (and another one)...
                       (and another one)...


they say we are endowed with these certain unalienable rights:
life liberty the pursuit of happiness
but
who said that love on this list?

nobody.

you know why?

b/c love is a rigged board game that i always play..
where the good guys finish last
never reach "go"                         never collect $200,
stifled by failed chances       and
disappointing advances that end with the words: "good night george"


stuck in the damn community chest,
listening to her talk about how her boyfriend broke her heart
with tears in her eyes,

my mind is boggled by the fact that i am here again...
and
i can do nothing but take another
buster douglas on the chin

this game is fucked up.

i have the wingman badges of courage to prove it.

i got the USDA-husband tags branded on my ass to prove it..

i wish good morning to my evident chest pains
lying on the bed,   soothing them with my own tears 80 proof   from the dregs


it is proof ever clearly to see that in love
there is no such thing as an escape plan from pain....

..........................................

and then i see her...
i’ve never seen her before… this girl...

this chocolate innocence dipped into a precocious sensuality
that defies all bell curves

another extraordinary moment candy-wrapped in an ordinary question:
should i talk to her?

her--who makes me betray all of my convictions…


when i look into the portals of her eyes,
I visualize my paradise regained with
an optimism -- a joy -- an urge
which a wordsmith can’t articulate

but can ar- titillate
through an embrace              a kiss

i want to pursue her

i want to pour our souls into an insatiable goblet
          to drink                      to dance
east coast            to                      west coast
         
i want us to circle our minds like covalents bonding
to another dimension outside of this reality
to a place where i believe i can actually win this game again

but

i wonder if this is real--or a denial of insanity?

what can do i differently this time?

should play my spades overtly--
or should i follow her lead softly like a distant silhouette,

whispering, nibbling at the crumbs of beauty she leaves in my wake....

do i go back and play the part again?


i                                         want                                            her

but

is this another failed voyage that ends with hello?