Ghetto: I give to you want went on in my mind last night... Why does a writer write/for a blind man to see/is it so difficult to be able to understand the writings of me///// Is crazy only the sanity of an uninsane man /Put to words/ of the hypocrisy of life from sea to sea/ ALLY TO ALLY/ and you to me////// What am I to me/That makes me humble/Causes me to fumble lifes treasuer/I have arraived / HELL seems to be my prize...........Read me slow again and again and just maybe you will understand.I don't care what it is you beleave,but beleave this a hell of a good man was born on DEcember 25 He was murdered put on a cross for what being good.I do not know or care if he was a god or not but i will celebrate his being....He could never have been a head of state because his story was of love not bombs,guns and hate....War is nothing more than greeds whore.Whores are more than a women they took my life but most of all they took my wife........... The streets,traveler beware
Love
Jimmy
Saturday, December 22, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
A stripers story
Ghetto or not: A Ho's desire / Dollars bills make her for hire / Love on a stick / Germs on a dick / Come one come all / To the stripers ball / Thinking their a star / Damn look where you are / Fornacating a lie / There is no man in the sky / Wanting all you can / With a cherry that began / The bigger lie you tell / That you are not living in hell / To much value in glitter and gold / Big tits to hold / Let it all began / It can only bring you down again and again.............
Jimmy 10/7/07 Dedcated to a little boys MA MA
Love is truly the glitter in a little boys eyes.
Jimmy 10/7/07 Dedcated to a little boys MA MA
Love is truly the glitter in a little boys eyes.
Monday, August 6, 2007
Freedom,FREEDOM,freedom
Boom,Boom like thunder,a distant sound/
Lighting like flashes from the grounds morning dew/
Closer and closer,Ma,Ma Iam afraid of the storm/
Dearest daughter thats' the bells of freedom/
For our people everwhere/
Smell of gun powder death abounds/
Rivers and creeks running red with blood/
Stench of death over flowing/
Thunderous cannons shaking the ground/
Booms of freedom,our distant friends/
The price of freedom a heavy toll/
Free from slavery's chains atlast/
Slave to freedom the hard road to began/
40 acres and a mule is what they said/
A lie on which we will grow old/
W
Hunger,pain and sorrow traveling the unkown road of tomorrow/
Droplets of tears,a babies eye's/
My breasts run dry,as I listen to my babies cry's
A hurricane twisting inside/
Hands blistered from picking cotton/
Barefoot,hungry and cold,the masters cruelty prevails/
Many lay dead/
My women's treasure stole from me,the masters pleasure/
Burning my mind as I travel the road ahead/
His wip still stinging me in my sleep/
Help me my Lord get on with the fight/
Hatred every where,Their eyes burning,the devils fire
Decade after decade/
In search of freedoms bed/
Tell the day Iam not judge by the color of skin/
But the man Iam/
When life is all over/
And my body has been burned/
I will ask of you then/
Which color Iam........
Wrote this in 2001 it was published in Struggle mag.and poets news letter.It is one of the works that I like most but it is a small story that would take thousands of pages to explore.I could not find it on my site so I put it back up today.If you like it send it to a friend.I do not walk on water,I walk on land and try express my self the only way I can......Love jimmy
Lighting like flashes from the grounds morning dew/
Closer and closer,Ma,Ma Iam afraid of the storm/
Dearest daughter thats' the bells of freedom/
For our people everwhere/
Smell of gun powder death abounds/
Rivers and creeks running red with blood/
Stench of death over flowing/
Thunderous cannons shaking the ground/
Booms of freedom,our distant friends/
The price of freedom a heavy toll/
Free from slavery's chains atlast/
Slave to freedom the hard road to began/
40 acres and a mule is what they said/
A lie on which we will grow old/
W
Hunger,pain and sorrow traveling the unkown road of tomorrow/
Droplets of tears,a babies eye's/
My breasts run dry,as I listen to my babies cry's
A hurricane twisting inside/
Hands blistered from picking cotton/
Barefoot,hungry and cold,the masters cruelty prevails/
Many lay dead/
My women's treasure stole from me,the masters pleasure/
Burning my mind as I travel the road ahead/
His wip still stinging me in my sleep/
Help me my Lord get on with the fight/
Hatred every where,Their eyes burning,the devils fire
Decade after decade/
In search of freedoms bed/
Tell the day Iam not judge by the color of skin/
But the man Iam/
When life is all over/
And my body has been burned/
I will ask of you then/
Which color Iam........
Wrote this in 2001 it was published in Struggle mag.and poets news letter.It is one of the works that I like most but it is a small story that would take thousands of pages to explore.I could not find it on my site so I put it back up today.If you like it send it to a friend.I do not walk on water,I walk on land and try express my self the only way I can......Love jimmy
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Thursday, March 8, 2007
Love
You have given me something
I hope with no regret
I will never return it I expect
Through joy and sorrow
It is the only thing I look forward to
Each tomorrow
I hope with no regret
I will never return it I expect
Through joy and sorrow
It is the only thing I look forward to
Each tomorrow
John's World
He sits in the darkness of day light
What world does his mind dwell in
Only to see what he wishes to see
His ears hear what he wishes them to hear
He no longer knows what he will say or has said
No longer young, but far from old
He has no goals, his world consist of thee
He knows everything, but yet his life consist of nothing
But for thee
It is all he wants, all he seeks
He sets no example for you or me
A mentor he will never be
He ask that his life be extended as long as can be
No matter how expensive that may be
He has no money anyway you see
He leaves all that up to you and me
What world does his mind dwell in
Only to see what he wishes to see
His ears hear what he wishes them to hear
He no longer knows what he will say or has said
No longer young, but far from old
He has no goals, his world consist of thee
He knows everything, but yet his life consist of nothing
But for thee
It is all he wants, all he seeks
He sets no example for you or me
A mentor he will never be
He ask that his life be extended as long as can be
No matter how expensive that may be
He has no money anyway you see
He leaves all that up to you and me
Ignorance
Surrounded by ignorance
Expelling energy of thought
To those with no tolerance to understand
Sitting their ass in despair
Ending up nowhere
Listening to one another thoughts
With great care
We learn the greatest knowledge of life
Developed from people everywhere
Jimmy j
Expelling energy of thought
To those with no tolerance to understand
Sitting their ass in despair
Ending up nowhere
Listening to one another thoughts
With great care
We learn the greatest knowledge of life
Developed from people everywhere
Jimmy j
His Mask
His mask in place
He hides his face
Not wanting you or me to see
His world in toil
A life, failed to be
Alone in his brain
Hideous thoughts remain
The world fading from refrain
Being special is only in his brain
He hides his face
Not wanting you or me to see
His world in toil
A life, failed to be
Alone in his brain
Hideous thoughts remain
The world fading from refrain
Being special is only in his brain
Eyes
Your eyes do not see
What is inside of me
Open your ears so you can understand
Close your eyes and listen
Learn of your fellow man
Only the minds intentions
No mirror to show reflections
Have you gained full reception
Now that I have your minds attention
Jimmy j
What is inside of me
Open your ears so you can understand
Close your eyes and listen
Learn of your fellow man
Only the minds intentions
No mirror to show reflections
Have you gained full reception
Now that I have your minds attention
Jimmy j
Old Black Magic
Magic, magic everywhere
Do you not see the missiles in the air
A country ran by magician’s
Who have no act of contrition
We go to the poll’s
Of which we have no control
Most people do not attend
They know most politicians make no amends
Do you not see the missiles in the air
A country ran by magician’s
Who have no act of contrition
We go to the poll’s
Of which we have no control
Most people do not attend
They know most politicians make no amends
Rocky's Prayer
If you added more Ice, then the cooler the chill
But do you or don't you need more Christ to know
The true ruler for real
I feel deep down this isn't a session to dodge
But I find hard to sleep now
Can I question my God?
Why did I have to get shot to learn the ropes
Why do I over indulge in liquids that burn my throat
It's ironic that selling Chronic gave me so much
Sometimes drink hurts so much I vomit
Can you save this lush
Why didn't I grow up with a golden spoon in my mouth
All I want is something normal
Nothing formal
Just a groom and a spouse
Why couldn't we grow up with more room in the house
Why did you take pop's
Leaving mom with seven
How could I remain calm looking for ways to heaven
With all that's going on how could I praise the reverend?
God, you know I love you
Just walk with a player
I know you can't answer this orally
But just talk through prayer
One Love
Rocky
Written by my friend Rocky 8/1/02
Born Dead
Babies getting high
Before they learn to cry
Mothers getting stoned
Babies in the womb
Bellies with no love
Nothing but a tomb
Mothers live the lie
Don't even try
One day out of the womb
Now I need a fix
Mother why you put me in this mix
Sick, hungry and cold
I'm only one day old
Your tits full of drugs
A body full of bugs
Shed no tear for me
Drugs all you see
Conceived out of money
Never to be mothers honey
Do you know who's my father
A name, no you didn't bother
For a little cash
You let him hit that ass
I'm only one day old
Sick, hungry and cold
Now I need a fix
Mother you started this
When I get a little older
My mannerisms will be a little colder
I will supply you with dope
You gave me no hope
Only to be judged as bad
Fuck them, never had no dad
Never had a mother
Just a mother fucker
Sitting now in a jail, old, hungry and cold
Sentenced to death, crimes the judge called bold
What a joke you see
I DIED BEFORE I EVER CRIED
Love
Jimmy j
Wrote this sitting on the curb at 9:00 a.m. 6/21/02 watching the world go by
I'm A Poet
A masturbater of words
As I masturbate, words come outI'm A Poet
The words turn into drugs, addicted to them
I write, I write again and again
As you look at me what, what do you see
Close your eyes and really see me
The words, the words their thunderstorms in my brain
I cannot refrain
Can you feel me, can you really, really feel me
Drugs, drugs they're everywhere, fuck I know them well
I use them too
That's why I'm talking to you
Murder, robbery, children dying, gang violence, poverty
Despair lack of education
I have been there before, only to return again and again
Jails I have seen the inside of them
Schools never spent much time in one
Too busy hanging on corners
Having what I thought was fun
Education, education I preach to the young
Don't be a fuck up like me, get one
We are all slaves to this corporate dream
Companies go broke
That parachute scheme executives make
Damn that's no joke
They end up with millions
While the rest of us go broke
They make so much more, by paying us less
It's time we make them take the drug test
I look at this new downtown
All these white faces, all around
Fuck where did they all come from
They never lived in this town
Ever notice how may white coppers there are
Never lived here, they came from afar
Let's write of Africa, you heard, what the millennium
Lady had to say
No water, but slavery still there, everywhere
What's the matter America, no oil there
What of priest, inside a zipper is their Last Supper
Little boys suffer
Looking for God
Instead got a blow job
What of nuns, damn don't they have fun
I'd like to do one
So much more to write about
This hypocrisy we see, you and me
Yes I'm a masturbater of words
My pen and my peter
With two hands left and right
I can do both tonight
Love Jimmy j
6-1-02
As I masturbate, words come outI'm A Poet
The words turn into drugs, addicted to them
I write, I write again and again
As you look at me what, what do you see
Close your eyes and really see me
The words, the words their thunderstorms in my brain
I cannot refrain
Can you feel me, can you really, really feel me
Drugs, drugs they're everywhere, fuck I know them well
I use them too
That's why I'm talking to you
Murder, robbery, children dying, gang violence, poverty
Despair lack of education
I have been there before, only to return again and again
Jails I have seen the inside of them
Schools never spent much time in one
Too busy hanging on corners
Having what I thought was fun
Education, education I preach to the young
Don't be a fuck up like me, get one
We are all slaves to this corporate dream
Companies go broke
That parachute scheme executives make
Damn that's no joke
They end up with millions
While the rest of us go broke
They make so much more, by paying us less
It's time we make them take the drug test
I look at this new downtown
All these white faces, all around
Fuck where did they all come from
They never lived in this town
Ever notice how may white coppers there are
Never lived here, they came from afar
Let's write of Africa, you heard, what the millennium
Lady had to say
No water, but slavery still there, everywhere
What's the matter America, no oil there
What of priest, inside a zipper is their Last Supper
Little boys suffer
Looking for God
Instead got a blow job
What of nuns, damn don't they have fun
I'd like to do one
So much more to write about
This hypocrisy we see, you and me
Yes I'm a masturbater of words
My pen and my peter
With two hands left and right
I can do both tonight
Love Jimmy j
6-1-02
Matters Not
I look forward to meeting you
This greeter of heavens gate
A unknown angel who opens doors
Matters not if your pimp or whore
Rich or poor carry no special key
Catholics, Protestants , Jews, denominations of every kind
Matters not , all can walk through
Black, white, yellow, brown colors of skin not available to wear
The color of love the only color to see
The one available to you and me
Gone is poverty and despair
Gone are kingdoms of wealth
The poor shall be rich, and the rich shall be poor
Only to be judged by what you did before you arrived here
No drinking, no smoking, no drugs allowed
Many of these things brought you here
Lost is all that pain and sorrow
Lost is that two faces many people wear
Lost is that serpent tongue that lashes out
Spilling words from your foul mouth
OH YES , OH YES, I look forward to meeting you
This greeter of heavens gate
Peace instead of pain, Joy instead of sorrow
Love instead of hate
A unknown road of tomorrow
Where money buys nothing
Love brings you everything
Don't cry for me when my time has come
The stars at my feet, Angels by my side
I have finally arrived
Jimmy j 5/02
This greeter of heavens gate
A unknown angel who opens doors
Matters not if your pimp or whore
Rich or poor carry no special key
Catholics, Protestants , Jews, denominations of every kind
Matters not , all can walk through
Black, white, yellow, brown colors of skin not available to wear
The color of love the only color to see
The one available to you and me
Gone is poverty and despair
Gone are kingdoms of wealth
The poor shall be rich, and the rich shall be poor
Only to be judged by what you did before you arrived here
No drinking, no smoking, no drugs allowed
Many of these things brought you here
Lost is all that pain and sorrow
Lost is that two faces many people wear
Lost is that serpent tongue that lashes out
Spilling words from your foul mouth
OH YES , OH YES, I look forward to meeting you
This greeter of heavens gate
Peace instead of pain, Joy instead of sorrow
Love instead of hate
A unknown road of tomorrow
Where money buys nothing
Love brings you everything
Don't cry for me when my time has come
The stars at my feet, Angels by my side
I have finally arrived
Jimmy j 5/02
A Lesson Learned
People drive by but do they see
Work but do they live
Structure of life much to fast
Take time to reflect on the past
So the future you seek
Not to end in retreat
Over and over again the same mistakes
Only to learn a day too late
One more soul to cremate
A lesson learned
A body burned
Jimmy j. 1:40 p.m.
3/7/02
Work but do they live
Structure of life much to fast
Take time to reflect on the past
So the future you seek
Not to end in retreat
Over and over again the same mistakes
Only to learn a day too late
One more soul to cremate
A lesson learned
A body burned
Jimmy j. 1:40 p.m.
3/7/02
Death and 3 Little Girls
Sleep Brianna tomorrow will be a beautiful day
The morning will awaken your thoughts of play
Awake, awake, my daughter of 8
Laying there in puddles of blood
Shot Dead as she slept in her bed
Another drive-by
But crime is down the authorities will say
Destinee my daughter of 3
Turn the TV off, come in the kitchen
Help mother cook
You can read your new book
Rat a tat, rat a tat
Bumble bees fly, stingers of lead
Destinee lays on the floor dead
Another drive-by
We have new stadiums and casinos the politicians will say
Ajanee my daughter of 7
Get ready my daughter, get in the car
Don't worry were not going far
When we get back you can play with your friends
Them words in my mind over and over again
The bullets hitting the car
Ajanee slumped over laying dead
Awaken me in the night
No we didn't get to go far
World class city the mayor will say
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Three little girls 8, 7, and 3 years old,
MURDERED by punks whose blood runs cold.
Brianna, Destinee, Ajanee released from this hells kitchen of a world.
Flowers which never had a chance to bloom,
called much to early to their tombs.
There is no beginning, there is no end.
Today we have all lost three little friends.
Love Jimmy j
4/02
The morning will awaken your thoughts of play
Awake, awake, my daughter of 8
Laying there in puddles of blood
Shot Dead as she slept in her bed
Another drive-by
But crime is down the authorities will say
Destinee my daughter of 3
Turn the TV off, come in the kitchen
Help mother cook
You can read your new book
Rat a tat, rat a tat
Bumble bees fly, stingers of lead
Destinee lays on the floor dead
Another drive-by
We have new stadiums and casinos the politicians will say
Ajanee my daughter of 7
Get ready my daughter, get in the car
Don't worry were not going far
When we get back you can play with your friends
Them words in my mind over and over again
The bullets hitting the car
Ajanee slumped over laying dead
Awaken me in the night
No we didn't get to go far
World class city the mayor will say
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Three little girls 8, 7, and 3 years old,
MURDERED by punks whose blood runs cold.
Brianna, Destinee, Ajanee released from this hells kitchen of a world.
Flowers which never had a chance to bloom,
called much to early to their tombs.
There is no beginning, there is no end.
Today we have all lost three little friends.
Love Jimmy j
4/02
Earth Mother
I'm the product of earth
Nursed by her nature of being
Her rivers flow through me
The bowels of her body feed me
I live as she lives
Only to die when she dies
Jimmy j
3/7/02 11:45 a.m.
As I sit here alone
I write this poem
The Gun The Results
Be not afraid of any man, no matter what his size
When larger than you is he, call on me and I will equalize
BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT!
Bumble bees fly, stingers of lead
Children lay dead
Her baby dies, a mother cries
Do you feel their pain
Another drive by
You with the gun, with shit for brains
What is it, piss that runs through your veins?
You bought a radio for 40 dollars you say
and the tunes don't play
What's that got to do with a child of six
shes not part of the mix
Hey you who sold him the tunes
you couldn't give him back his 40 -- you spent it too soon.
A senseless death
because two assholes had met
A baby dies
A mother cries
All because guns are too much in supply.
jimmy j
3/01/02
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This poem is about the murder of Ajanee Pollard, age 7. The wounding of her brother Jason, age 6 and two others along with their mother.
ALL over a 40 dollar radio that didn't work. One too stubborn or too stupid to give the money back and another too crazy, so he killed over it!
Time of day: 12:30 p.m.
Place: West side of Detroit
Date: February 27th, 2002
When larger than you is he, call on me and I will equalize
BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT, BULLSHIT!
Bumble bees fly, stingers of lead
Children lay dead
Her baby dies, a mother cries
Do you feel their pain
Another drive by
You with the gun, with shit for brains
What is it, piss that runs through your veins?
You bought a radio for 40 dollars you say
and the tunes don't play
What's that got to do with a child of six
shes not part of the mix
Hey you who sold him the tunes
you couldn't give him back his 40 -- you spent it too soon.
A senseless death
because two assholes had met
A baby dies
A mother cries
All because guns are too much in supply.
jimmy j
3/01/02
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This poem is about the murder of Ajanee Pollard, age 7. The wounding of her brother Jason, age 6 and two others along with their mother.
ALL over a 40 dollar radio that didn't work. One too stubborn or too stupid to give the money back and another too crazy, so he killed over it!
Time of day: 12:30 p.m.
Place: West side of Detroit
Date: February 27th, 2002
Mind Boggle
His mind open
His own fury
Lingering in thought
Imaginary images pass him by
Not knowing
When the nightmare began
Or the origin of his sin
That lies deep within him
Jimmy j.
6/99
His own fury
Lingering in thought
Imaginary images pass him by
Not knowing
When the nightmare began
Or the origin of his sin
That lies deep within him
Jimmy j.
6/99
Lost To Me A Distant Sound
Tears fall from a babies eyes
Mothers, fathers, aunts and uncles
All love ones in-between
Gone is your touch
But I feel your presence everywhere
Knowledge you gave me
I now understand
You were the present under the Christmas tree
In the stars I see the twinkle of your eyes
In winters preview, I feel the warmth of you
On holidays when joy prevails
I close my eyes and feel your smile
In times of panic, your voice sooths me
These things and many more you left behind
Get me through troubled times
I will be with you soon
My mother, my father, my aunt and uncle
And all love ones in-between
A lifetime being but a wink in God's eye
As I enter eternity where we all will rest
We look down at our children's children
Knowing the knowledge we leave behind
Will help them to achieve their best
Jimm j.
3/20/00
Mothers, fathers, aunts and uncles
All love ones in-between
Gone is your touch
But I feel your presence everywhere
Knowledge you gave me
I now understand
You were the present under the Christmas tree
In the stars I see the twinkle of your eyes
In winters preview, I feel the warmth of you
On holidays when joy prevails
I close my eyes and feel your smile
In times of panic, your voice sooths me
These things and many more you left behind
Get me through troubled times
I will be with you soon
My mother, my father, my aunt and uncle
And all love ones in-between
A lifetime being but a wink in God's eye
As I enter eternity where we all will rest
We look down at our children's children
Knowing the knowledge we leave behind
Will help them to achieve their best
Jimm j.
3/20/00
Everyday My Madness Grows
13 year old using and selling drugs
At the age of ten is when this begin
MY MADNESS GROWS
How many crack babies were born today
Wires from head to toe
Addicted to drugs, before they leave the womb
Their mothers crack head holes
MY MADNESS GROWS
Children killed in drive by shootings
Fire bombed houses
Beaten to death
A angry adult
MY MADNESS GROWS
How many friends did you bury last year
The year before, and the year before that
How many will be murdered this year
That's what I fear
MY MADNESS GROWS
World class city is what they tote
Damn they too must be smoking dope
Look around the ghetto is still there
Drug houses from block to block
No one to trust, they don't see the rest of us
MY MADNESS GROWS
DEMOCRACY, DEMOCRACY, DEMOCRACY
FUCK THEM
HYPOCRISY, HYPOCRISY, HYPOCRISY
I don't care about your color of skin
If you're as poor as me
You're the same color I am
MY MADNESS GROWS
Sick as a man, woman, or child can be
No money no doctor to see
Medical coverage not available to all
We are but patched up inner tubes put back on the street
Damn isn't this democracy neat
MY MADNESS GROWS
But know I have you my friends
I expel my anger
Knowing you understand
Easing my pain till I leave this room
I need not explain
I give you my love one and all
Because in this room we all stand tall
The blood from our bodies turned to ink
Our hearts telling our life story
There are no liars here
People may not understand what we have to say
But damn I'm glad I came today
MY LOVE GROWS
02/08/02
Jimmy j
At the age of ten is when this begin
MY MADNESS GROWS
How many crack babies were born today
Wires from head to toe
Addicted to drugs, before they leave the womb
Their mothers crack head holes
MY MADNESS GROWS
Children killed in drive by shootings
Fire bombed houses
Beaten to death
A angry adult
MY MADNESS GROWS
How many friends did you bury last year
The year before, and the year before that
How many will be murdered this year
That's what I fear
MY MADNESS GROWS
World class city is what they tote
Damn they too must be smoking dope
Look around the ghetto is still there
Drug houses from block to block
No one to trust, they don't see the rest of us
MY MADNESS GROWS
DEMOCRACY, DEMOCRACY, DEMOCRACY
FUCK THEM
HYPOCRISY, HYPOCRISY, HYPOCRISY
I don't care about your color of skin
If you're as poor as me
You're the same color I am
MY MADNESS GROWS
Sick as a man, woman, or child can be
No money no doctor to see
Medical coverage not available to all
We are but patched up inner tubes put back on the street
Damn isn't this democracy neat
MY MADNESS GROWS
But know I have you my friends
I expel my anger
Knowing you understand
Easing my pain till I leave this room
I need not explain
I give you my love one and all
Because in this room we all stand tall
The blood from our bodies turned to ink
Our hearts telling our life story
There are no liars here
People may not understand what we have to say
But damn I'm glad I came today
MY LOVE GROWS
02/08/02
Jimmy j
How Foolish A Man Can Be
38 years of faithfulness and trust
Always being there in pain and sorrow
Greeting me with love each tomorrow
You understanding my madness
Gave to me my gladness
Love is not a sexual receptacle
Love is so much more
You could never be my whore
Sex is such a small part
Lack of it should not keep us apart
Why I have strayed from you
Only makes me a fool
I would not be the person I am today
If I did not have you in my life yesterday
You must always be my tomorrow
Or my future life will only lead to sorrow
Although I have strayed from you my dear
My love will always be near
Judy I write this for the world to see
How foolish a man can be
Love Jimmy
Inspired by my friend and wife Judy
10-02
Always being there in pain and sorrow
Greeting me with love each tomorrow
You understanding my madness
Gave to me my gladness
Love is not a sexual receptacle
Love is so much more
You could never be my whore
Sex is such a small part
Lack of it should not keep us apart
Why I have strayed from you
Only makes me a fool
I would not be the person I am today
If I did not have you in my life yesterday
You must always be my tomorrow
Or my future life will only lead to sorrow
Although I have strayed from you my dear
My love will always be near
Judy I write this for the world to see
How foolish a man can be
Love Jimmy
Inspired by my friend and wife Judy
10-02
Traveled Roads
We travel roads that lead here and there
Often we end up nowhere
Why do we travel the path we take
We know it is our mistake
What leads us from right to wrong
It's much to long
We need to adjust our sights for the path ahead
So we don't end up in the devils bed
God is who we need, when were dead
Our souls will know of Gods good grace
As we stand there face to face
Jimmy j
Often we end up nowhere
Why do we travel the path we take
We know it is our mistake
What leads us from right to wrong
It's much to long
We need to adjust our sights for the path ahead
So we don't end up in the devils bed
God is who we need, when were dead
Our souls will know of Gods good grace
As we stand there face to face
Jimmy j
Seeds of Life
Mother earth seeds implanted in the
Carefully tended beautiful flowers to see
Nourished by love
A reflection of what we wish the world to be
Mother of life
A precious seed entrusted to thee
Great care and love
For this baby to breath
One to stand abreast to you and me
Mother earth
When my body lays within your womb
What I leave behind
Will stand the test of time
A monument to life
A eternity of delight
Carefully tended beautiful flowers to see
Nourished by love
A reflection of what we wish the world to be
Mother of life
A precious seed entrusted to thee
Great care and love
For this baby to breath
One to stand abreast to you and me
Mother earth
When my body lays within your womb
What I leave behind
Will stand the test of time
A monument to life
A eternity of delight
Night Stroll
The wind whispers in the chill of night
Moon beams, facets of light
The shadows of life abound everywhere
Leafs rustling as they fall in rustic delight
Stars so bright, like crystal chandeliers
Sparkling from earths ceiling
This is everyone's night
Paths of discovery through timbers and bush
The dress of mother earth, basics of life
Night creatures scurry about here and there
Walking hand and hand not caring where
Two hearts palpitating, love we feel and
See from the mother on which we tread
Laying now on your soft green bed
Seeing your out stretched hands of night
No gems could give us such delight
Thank you my mother for a wonderful night
Jimmy j 8/00
Moon beams, facets of light
The shadows of life abound everywhere
Leafs rustling as they fall in rustic delight
Stars so bright, like crystal chandeliers
Sparkling from earths ceiling
This is everyone's night
Paths of discovery through timbers and bush
The dress of mother earth, basics of life
Night creatures scurry about here and there
Walking hand and hand not caring where
Two hearts palpitating, love we feel and
See from the mother on which we tread
Laying now on your soft green bed
Seeing your out stretched hands of night
No gems could give us such delight
Thank you my mother for a wonderful night
Jimmy j 8/00
Happy Mother's Day
To the mother of all mothers'
the one who gave me mine
Hers and every hers in the world
do tell how many wished you well
Your hat is like crystal chandeliers sparkling in the night
all these stars to feast my sight
Your arms spread wide
one hand the moon full with romantic nights
the other the sun to give me light
Oh what a sight you are to behold
your story must always be told
They build mansion of there personal glory
over your belly of birth
They breath pollution in your mouth
where the breath of your glory gave me air
They cement over your breast
which gave me food of life
They drop bombs and missiles
to crack your body in such despair
They misuse your oceans lakes and rivers
like they were theirs to put in disrepair
You gave us everything we have
Yet how many do care
But me for one who breaths your air and eats
from your body the foods of life
Will always know that you are there
Till the day my body will be in your care
the one who gave me mine
Hers and every hers in the world
do tell how many wished you well
Your hat is like crystal chandeliers sparkling in the night
all these stars to feast my sight
Your arms spread wide
one hand the moon full with romantic nights
the other the sun to give me light
Oh what a sight you are to behold
your story must always be told
They build mansion of there personal glory
over your belly of birth
They breath pollution in your mouth
where the breath of your glory gave me air
They cement over your breast
which gave me food of life
They drop bombs and missiles
to crack your body in such despair
They misuse your oceans lakes and rivers
like they were theirs to put in disrepair
You gave us everything we have
Yet how many do care
But me for one who breaths your air and eats
from your body the foods of life
Will always know that you are there
Till the day my body will be in your care
Egg Hunt
Beauty of the flesh
For the eyes to behold
Morals so cold
The story of birth, two in love
Making way for their child
A beautiful dove
Can there be any more glory
In loves true story
I will have no other
Just one mother
The egg of birth which belongs to me
Only fertilized by the father to be
A web auction of models eggs brought this to me. Vanity is alive in America but at what Price?
For the eyes to behold
Morals so cold
The story of birth, two in love
Making way for their child
A beautiful dove
Can there be any more glory
In loves true story
I will have no other
Just one mother
The egg of birth which belongs to me
Only fertilized by the father to be
A web auction of models eggs brought this to me. Vanity is alive in America but at what Price?
Destiny Traveler
No money, fame or mansions of glory
What is it I have to show
In my life's story
Joy and sorrow put to past
What is it I leave behind
Not monuments of bricks and stone
Life has no meaning in personal glory
You come to see me on Sunday
But what of the rest
Do I not lay in state, inside your chest
It is what I have taught
And learned from those I love
Nothing left behind
Words on paper tell my story
No color or races of different kinds
Only people hand and hand
Headed to my fathers promise land
Jimmy j
What is it I have to show
In my life's story
Joy and sorrow put to past
What is it I leave behind
Not monuments of bricks and stone
Life has no meaning in personal glory
You come to see me on Sunday
But what of the rest
Do I not lay in state, inside your chest
It is what I have taught
And learned from those I love
Nothing left behind
Words on paper tell my story
No color or races of different kinds
Only people hand and hand
Headed to my fathers promise land
Jimmy j
The Awakening of Day
When life seems so pale
People hold you in disregard
Your world up side down
All you do is frown
When night has passed
Morning sun in full escape
Wanting to last and last
Flowers in full bloom
Dew on the morning grass
Let your troubles escape
See the spectacular landscape
Don't start your troubled day
Around people who have nothing else to convey
Stop, think what awaits you
With the awakening of each day
People hold you in disregard
Your world up side down
All you do is frown
When night has passed
Morning sun in full escape
Wanting to last and last
Flowers in full bloom
Dew on the morning grass
Let your troubles escape
See the spectacular landscape
Don't start your troubled day
Around people who have nothing else to convey
Stop, think what awaits you
With the awakening of each day
Smoke in the Air
Lost not knowing his despair
Blowing, blowing smoke in the air
Sirens in the distance
Louder and louder soon they would be there
Laying on the floor unconscious
The drugs delight
Put him there
Coming out of the drugs choke hold
Not wanting their help
Begging them to leave
Only wanting his stem
Smoke, Smoke in the air
His only desire
Only with the coroner
He will retire
Blowing, blowing smoke in the air
Sirens in the distance
Louder and louder soon they would be there
Laying on the floor unconscious
The drugs delight
Put him there
Coming out of the drugs choke hold
Not wanting their help
Begging them to leave
Only wanting his stem
Smoke, Smoke in the air
His only desire
Only with the coroner
He will retire
Smoke in the Air
Lost not knowing his despair
Blowing, blowing smoke in the air
Sirens in the distance
Louder and louder soon they would be there
Laying on the floor unconscious
The drugs delight
Put him there
Coming out of the drugs choke hold
Not wanting their help
Begging them to leave
Only wanting his stem
Smoke, Smoke in the air
His only desire
Only with the coroner
He will retire
Blowing, blowing smoke in the air
Sirens in the distance
Louder and louder soon they would be there
Laying on the floor unconscious
The drugs delight
Put him there
Coming out of the drugs choke hold
Not wanting their help
Begging them to leave
Only wanting his stem
Smoke, Smoke in the air
His only desire
Only with the coroner
He will retire
No Other
When drugs is your lover
There can be no other
No sister, no brother
No mother or father to be
No son or daughter to truly see
The drugs true story
A life of grief
On the streets of no relief
Stupidity is all you gain
When drugs take over your brain
Read my words my sister, my brother
Take control or death or jail is all you will ever gain
Jimmy j
There can be no other
No sister, no brother
No mother or father to be
No son or daughter to truly see
The drugs true story
A life of grief
On the streets of no relief
Stupidity is all you gain
When drugs take over your brain
Read my words my sister, my brother
Take control or death or jail is all you will ever gain
Jimmy j
No Control
Insulated from the outside world
Fornicating the drugs euphoria of being
Not believing in normal feelings
Higher & higher with no relief
Just one more hit
Then I will quit
A fool always to be
Not believing the drug controls me
Lying to family & friends
What do they know I am not with them
Looking in the mirror what do I see
Only the ghost that stands beside me
Voices in the wall and behind the trees
My eyes & ears available to these
Mothers, fathers, sisters and sons, money please
I will tell you any lie, just to appease
Have to stay high, so I don't see the realization of me
Always to be the drugs whore
Till death or jail closes the door
Jimmy j
Mother
mother, mother I do not want your addiction
do you not know of loves restrictions
when you close your eyes do you not see
loving thoughts of me
fragile laying deep inside of thee
are you blind to me, is the dope all you see
do you feel no obligation
when I finally leave your womb
you have sentenced me to
drug addictions TOMB
do you not know of loves restrictions
when you close your eyes do you not see
loving thoughts of me
fragile laying deep inside of thee
are you blind to me, is the dope all you see
do you feel no obligation
when I finally leave your womb
you have sentenced me to
drug addictions TOMB
Lost
Wander, wander everywhere, lost in despair
Wanton of life, never in repair
Houses that will feed them a $10.00 cube
That leads their life to such despair
Dissipated minds connected to nothing
Only looking for the $10.00 something.
Wanton of life, never in repair
Houses that will feed them a $10.00 cube
That leads their life to such despair
Dissipated minds connected to nothing
Only looking for the $10.00 something.
Life In Conflict
Thunder pounding relentlessly in his brain
Wondering streets of despair
Plundering, on and on, no night, no day
No understanding, no pain
Lusting for the drugs delight
Make shift tombs, nothing sane
Insanity prevails
Constant conflict with imaginary voices
Never stopping over and over again
Heart's pounding, racing, a volcano fueled by drugs
Erupting in violence from lack of refrain
Not loving, feeling not understanding
He cares not, no realization of truth
Believing his lies if only to retain his flight
No method to his madness
Just chasing the high, never to fly
No one can help
Till he helps himself
His destiny a deathbed of regret
Wondering streets of despair
Plundering, on and on, no night, no day
No understanding, no pain
Lusting for the drugs delight
Make shift tombs, nothing sane
Insanity prevails
Constant conflict with imaginary voices
Never stopping over and over again
Heart's pounding, racing, a volcano fueled by drugs
Erupting in violence from lack of refrain
Not loving, feeling not understanding
He cares not, no realization of truth
Believing his lies if only to retain his flight
No method to his madness
Just chasing the high, never to fly
No one can help
Till he helps himself
His destiny a deathbed of regret
Life
he weeps in the night
his dreams recurring and frightening
he does not wish to awake
when he awakes his dreams will not abate
his realities are worse than the dreams he will await
his dreams recurring and frightening
he does not wish to awake
when he awakes his dreams will not abate
his realities are worse than the dreams he will await
Know Me
I see their madness in the darkness of light.
Intangibles in the ways of life.
In bottles, or rocks, the extremes of insanity prevail.
Never trusting, only hearing voices and unconscious minds.
Never ending voices everywhere.
Unconscionable desires for the nectar of their madness.
Never no end to their sadness.
Conscious for briefs period of time.
Not desiring a conscionable mind.
They do what they most to return to that fantasyland.
Returning to their tombs of despair.
Always being nowhere.
Intangibles in the ways of life.
In bottles, or rocks, the extremes of insanity prevail.
Never trusting, only hearing voices and unconscious minds.
Never ending voices everywhere.
Unconscionable desires for the nectar of their madness.
Never no end to their sadness.
Conscious for briefs period of time.
Not desiring a conscionable mind.
They do what they most to return to that fantasyland.
Returning to their tombs of despair.
Always being nowhere.
Hidden From View
He drank the snake blood of the street
Sang the song of ones so meek
Dwelled in worlds far from the normality of mankind
Not to be understood
Because he does not understand
Worlds apart, yet the same
He expanded his mind
Looked from above like an eagle
Looking down seeing all the lies
Jealousy, hate, greed, people with two faces
All he wished to do is hide
Sang the song of ones so meek
Dwelled in worlds far from the normality of mankind
Not to be understood
Because he does not understand
Worlds apart, yet the same
He expanded his mind
Looked from above like an eagle
Looking down seeing all the lies
Jealousy, hate, greed, people with two faces
All he wished to do is hide
Either Or
They wander the streets to sell what they have
Often looking to steal to have what they want
Their bodies for sale, so they can inhale
They have disconnected from life, to live
Such too tragic tale, always wanting to get higher
To which I can avail
But it only has one outcome to be dead or in jail
Often looking to steal to have what they want
Their bodies for sale, so they can inhale
They have disconnected from life, to live
Such too tragic tale, always wanting to get higher
To which I can avail
But it only has one outcome to be dead or in jail
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Five Dollar Whore
I am a $5.00 whore of which I have no regret
It gives me a $5.00 hit
And I thank your for it
What about you "You $5.00 trick"
You deserve what your going to get
A doctor you will seek
You $5.00 creep
We have no respect
No doctors to get a check
Our body's so meek
Year after year walking the street
Looking for a $5.00 fix
FIND ME A $5.00 TRICK
It gives me a $5.00 hit
And I thank your for it
What about you "You $5.00 trick"
You deserve what your going to get
A doctor you will seek
You $5.00 creep
We have no respect
No doctors to get a check
Our body's so meek
Year after year walking the street
Looking for a $5.00 fix
FIND ME A $5.00 TRICK
Life in the Five and Dime
Nickel cocks, dime rocks their fantasy begins
Their belligerent day begins as it ends
Over and over again
Never belonging, only longing for their fantasy never to end
No method to her madness, just selling her nickel cock for a dime rock
Over and over again
Matters not black or white, they’re only mission in life
The satisfaction as the drugs malignancy begins
No night, no day, all make-believe living in makes shift homes tombs of despair
Chasing the high, never to fly on the bottom
Over and over again
They malinger in thought
Because the drug has taught
Its malicious way
Their belligerent day begins as it ends
Over and over again
Never belonging, only longing for their fantasy never to end
No method to her madness, just selling her nickel cock for a dime rock
Over and over again
Matters not black or white, they’re only mission in life
The satisfaction as the drugs malignancy begins
No night, no day, all make-believe living in makes shift homes tombs of despair
Chasing the high, never to fly on the bottom
Over and over again
They malinger in thought
Because the drug has taught
Its malicious way
Them
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OK to run
Hide from the dumb
With education they greet
But not wanting to meet
You, you from the street
It's OK to hide
But no need to run
It is them who is dumb
Not understanding your jest
Someday it is your knowledge
They will request
This picture & poem were published in a Norway magazine, Rasisme in 2000.
Jimmy J.
03/00
Voices
I enter the darkness of day
From the lightness of night
The shadow follows me constantly
The voices are always a fright
Never starting never stopping
In this world alone out of control
Know it will never be alright
From the lightness of night
The shadow follows me constantly
The voices are always a fright
Never starting never stopping
In this world alone out of control
Know it will never be alright
Understanding
I know you will lack understanding of what it is I write
Flowers, trees, blue skies, a gentle breeze and beauty made to please
A darker side to living, the opposite of these
The world in which I often dwell
Not written out of make believe, rules by mobocracy
Driven by streets of hypocrisy
Church bells ringing with gods word to tell
Lost to gun fire in the air, a sure sign of living in hell
Children mentored by neighborhoods of despair
Their story of life burning in my mind
No relief till pen is put to paper
I can not explain
My life can only be better
When they achieve the same
Flowers, trees, blue skies, a gentle breeze and beauty made to please
A darker side to living, the opposite of these
The world in which I often dwell
Not written out of make believe, rules by mobocracy
Driven by streets of hypocrisy
Church bells ringing with gods word to tell
Lost to gun fire in the air, a sure sign of living in hell
Children mentored by neighborhoods of despair
Their story of life burning in my mind
No relief till pen is put to paper
I can not explain
My life can only be better
When they achieve the same
The Mob
They funnel their energy
Through violent abuse
Abstracted from meaning, their life is abstruse
They rule their domain by mobocracy
Educated by the streets of hypocrisy
Not knowing their life is in despair
No remembrance of anyone to care
Their life is headed nowhere
Through violent abuse
Abstracted from meaning, their life is abstruse
They rule their domain by mobocracy
Educated by the streets of hypocrisy
Not knowing their life is in despair
No remembrance of anyone to care
Their life is headed nowhere
My City
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| From GV_Photos |
My mother, my mother they thought you to old
But with great pride, your story will be told
Your womb ready to give birth to a new history yet untold
My mother, my mother, you must tread carefully
So there is room for all your children young and old
My mother, my mother give me shelter when I am cold
Keep me safe from the bad who are so bold
Let me help you my mother
Because there is no other
When I say your name with great pride
I need not hide
When I say Detroit
I know everything will be alright
Intombed
In honor of my friend Samual Tourmina, who received a life sentence, in the state of Michigan, who always yearned for freedom but died in Jackson prison.
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| From GV_Photos |
SITTING HERE ALONE
JAIL OR TOMB
HERE TO STAY
OR GO ALONE
BUT WHERE
MAKE ME INTO A ENVELOPE
STAMPS IN PLACE
SEND ME HOME
Jimmy J.
06/91
HELP
Born to a mother of uncontrolled desires
Wandering unforgiving streets for hire
No one to irradiate what he requires
Living through the thunder of gun fire
Divergence must occur for the needs he must acquire
Without a mentor chances are at a young age he will expire
Wandering unforgiving streets for hire
No one to irradiate what he requires
Living through the thunder of gun fire
Divergence must occur for the needs he must acquire
Without a mentor chances are at a young age he will expire
Free Stallion
What is it of you
Who does not understand
Chains of society
Released from me
Drugs, alcohol, violence
A given for my pleasure
Wild stallion, running free
Not of your world for me to seek
9 to 5 not binding me
I know I am wrong
Your road to long
Rules and regulations heard it all before
Been there done that
Time to change
Sorry don't want to sit under the Christmas tree
Stallion running free that's for me
You I do not understand
Life from beginning to end
Monopoly values to flash
Always wanting pockets full of cash
Nothing left for me
Running stallion running free
15 minutes of fame not in my game
Life lived fast and loose
Imprisonment and death my choice to be
No chains abound
I may chose death before you imprison me
My life to be wild and free
Your world to modern
Everyone tame you call us insane
Be as it may
My hair never to turn gray
I love you that you should know
Wild stallion sitting in me
Running, running free
Asinine the world will say
Living through my day
Your wish for change riding on me
No thanks a running stallion running free
No one to sit on top of me
Now I can only hope
You understand uncomplicated me
Who does not understand
Chains of society
Released from me
Drugs, alcohol, violence
A given for my pleasure
Wild stallion, running free
Not of your world for me to seek
9 to 5 not binding me
I know I am wrong
Your road to long
Rules and regulations heard it all before
Been there done that
Time to change
Sorry don't want to sit under the Christmas tree
Stallion running free that's for me
You I do not understand
Life from beginning to end
Monopoly values to flash
Always wanting pockets full of cash
Nothing left for me
Running stallion running free
15 minutes of fame not in my game
Life lived fast and loose
Imprisonment and death my choice to be
No chains abound
I may chose death before you imprison me
My life to be wild and free
Your world to modern
Everyone tame you call us insane
Be as it may
My hair never to turn gray
I love you that you should know
Wild stallion sitting in me
Running, running free
Asinine the world will say
Living through my day
Your wish for change riding on me
No thanks a running stallion running free
No one to sit on top of me
Now I can only hope
You understand uncomplicated me
City Streets
Heart of the city
Beats erratic and fast
Young boy's with goal's
Plenty of ass and plenty of cash
Plundering neighborhood's
Not knowing their creation is trash
Indwelling in figment
Never being taught the fact's
Indulging in indissoluble futures
But it us who do not react
No beginning towards legitimately
Tragedy is their legacy
Beats erratic and fast
Young boy's with goal's
Plenty of ass and plenty of cash
Plundering neighborhood's
Not knowing their creation is trash
Indwelling in figment
Never being taught the fact's
Indulging in indissoluble futures
But it us who do not react
No beginning towards legitimately
Tragedy is their legacy
Death of a Street Soldier
Ifresse Hall, nicknamed Fezzy, age 20
Murdered on Kilbourne
Hell's Kitchen
A Young Street Soldier
A Gang Member, A Member No More
Flowers which never have a chance to bloom
Called much too early to their tomb
Educated by the streets of hypocrisy
Ruled by the violence of Mobcracy
There is no beginning, or no end
Today I have lost a friend
Murdered on Kilbourne
Hell's Kitchen
A Young Street Soldier
A Gang Member, A Member No More
Flowers which never have a chance to bloom
Called much too early to their tomb
Educated by the streets of hypocrisy
Ruled by the violence of Mobcracy
There is no beginning, or no end
Today I have lost a friend
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