Knee-Grow

Wake up my little Knee-Grow /
Time to do your job /
Time to quit being a slob /
Quit missing the bowl /

Quit acting like the block /
Pretending toy guns are Glocks /
Tic Toc Tic Toc /
life works like a time clock /

that's gay , that's gay /
all i ever hear you kids say /
Still eating candy /
Talking of doing Mandy /

All U kids are so cruel /
Picking sides /
Acting fools /
stupid your box of tools /

All these dirty words /
From the tweets of dirty birds /
That neighborhood talk needs to walk /
So far away removed from ears /

Never to happen , My fears /
Not in my living years /
Society only to grow more tears /
The elders have made this mess /
Up to Mom and DAD to do their best /
But maybe to they already failed the test/

Wake up my little Knee-Grow
I know at 8 it is a lot to ask /
Hope my love will help with this task ...
Jiimy j

PS. No matter how hard we try , the lack of morals on the streets can rob us of that little boy or girl we have dedicated our hearts and souls too.
love you good moms and dads...

good

There are people out there who are good/
You may not see them,even if you could /
They often go by the name MOM & DAD /
jimmy j

Miss you

My tears fall my son asleep /
He will call out for his guinea pig /
in the yard i have to dig /
He did not need to die /
I should not have to cry /
But for my son ,my son
I hear you moan in the night/
even in sleep you know somethings not right /
Knowing of your fright /
i cry , I cry
we can never replace that guinea pig
I know , i know i know
Damn love hurts , love hurts , love hurts
The world such a bad and wicked place/
But why kids or guinea pigs Of which we can not replace /
I will miss you my sons best friend ,i will miss see-ing you and my son sleeping side by side , you were his first best friend , i cant stop tearing up as i write this , today i hate the world .... it is only natural
jimmy j

Love

what is this thing called love /
a made over hopeless facade /
Made to order , two eggs easy over /
a women in a child's dress /
Made too short with less ,less less /
love that was gone long ago /
Now it's just "HO " "HO" "HO"
NO gender and sure as hell no mind bender.......
jimmy j

Truth

Discover a poem

Discover a poem /
Does it take you home /
Does it remind you
Something you did / or lived /
A place you don't wish to see /
Maybe a person you don't wish to be /
What of love ,or hate /
Something you would like
To remake /
Something you don't understand /
But use your will if you can /
E-mail me and i will explain /
the crazy of my brain /
But expect only truth /
I',not feeding a Babe Ruth...........
Candy bar that is
jimmy j

Son

Son i feel you drift away /
I should have never left you out to play /
Taken you from me this ghetto way /
I know you are only eight /
But you are not of shake and bake /
i want for you so much more /
Not something from a dollar store /
now you cuss and swear /
all learned over there /
But no my son i can not let this be /
I want you to be better than me /
Love
daddy

Heart

A poem what of it if not a hit on home/
I must come from a start / It must hit you in the heart /
Do you not cry /
from the tear of a child's eye /
We search to outer space /
knowing we have ruined this place /
Some how along the way /
We have created the worst of days /
Chose to not /
Because it's not on your block /
Wait and see ,it may be there yet this day/
It's name a 15 snoot glock /
tic toc tic toc
jimmy j

I try

i see of only six read my story /
the rest thinking whorey /
wanting dirty things / and phones to ring /
Many not able to think /
The poet wears no mink /
Five teeth in his mouth /
still able to eat and shout /
the truth is out /
Not in their mind /
Hell none to find /
Beautiful girls and boys /
Now grown playing with toys /
Fuck you i say /
Norway you know what i say /
A murderous day / Most don't care /
Why it happened elsewhere /
Beauty is the beast /
At least , at least /
I listen to children swear /
No longer i care /
You see its everywhere /
You allow it so /
a world of "HO"HO"HO"
I try
love
jimmy

Murder "M"

Gunman murders eighty in youth camp
A place ,country called NORWAY/
Not really that far away /
A ghetto place this day i say /
Evolution of man back to cave man /
Doing only of his as he can /
He is held by no chains /
Modern weapons ,modern games /
a world gone mad /
No more moms and dads /
Burned out by modern times /
No phone calls for nickles and dimes /
We too have lost these young of Norway
They are ours too /
If you think not you too are a fool / .....
Norway i love you. You are my Earth family
Jimmy j

Awake

Awake two hours of sleep /
open my eyes ,take a peek /
they call this civilization /
more like thought masturbation /
Cave man rode on the back of a dinosaur /
now we ride on the ass of a whore /
sorry but true , this 2011 fool /
Anarchy in every corner of earth /
Oh , Oh my mother of birth /
Civilization was centuries ago /
Ho Ho Ho here comes Santa Clause
Where did the beaver go /
Laws , laws you try to obey /
Only picking on the Frey /
Fuck them i say /
Your dog shit on my lawn /
children eating them like ding dongs
discovery of America where Indians live /
Damn look what you did /
I,m not free to house a horse /
Of course , of course /
He talks , walks and has gas/
Cost me no cash /
freedom made all the rules /
Modern man
More like locked in a pork can be can/

Jimmy j

PS .All my friends in Ukraine , hope your day better than mine

Sleep

I lay here, front room /
Alone a little after 1am, my mind to roam /
Only wanting to , to sleep /
On the couch i lay
No , no counting of sheep /
Is it to quit /
I look outside ,take a peek /
july 21st , a 100 degree day /
yet the kids on the block sure did swear and play /
Driving me crazy most all day /
Now i wish only to sleep /
No one to talk to /
So i talk to you /
But who
Sleep , sleep sleep

CONVICT

Convict standing , sitting
Pacing ,pacing the room /
Ten by ten, a , tomb /
No pent house sweet /
Rat whole , take a peek /

Pick in a pen '
or a prick in a pin /
No place to go /
But the cell of a male "HO" /

What is his name /
15 12 18 ( real # sorry Sam this is not about you )
Prison game, /
Lock them up to TAME /
Dreams of snow capped mountains/
Flowing fountains /

Time counting ,year after year /
Counting in tens
I fear /
Living in a cell /
No no living in hell /

Free he could not self conquer /
He never fit in/
Long ago it began /
ghetto society ,insane priority /
A whore minority /

A mind control "HO"
Five and ten cent store /
Revolving door /
One comes out , two go in /
hell no , a basketball rim /

Prison not tame , still of street games /
Hunger strike at Pelican Bay /
Inhumane they say /
Fuck you , another ghetto ass day /

Prison political
Just plain critical
jimmy j

Said

What is it the poet said /
Something you did /
Society closes its lid /
No longer thinking /
Only blinking /
Truth be golden /
Now olden /
In it's ways /
2011 days /
betrayed by human race
Every one to be the boss /
Too much the cost /
jimmy j

No poem/Truth

Ghetto: I wake up here , not of my desire...
I know not of here....
I dream oh mountains ...
Yet i live among Moe hills ...,
Where rats dwell ...
A planet of beauty ...
What the hell ......
What happened , what happened , what happened


Jimmy j

Lost

I had a poem in my head /
The thought went dead /
Are we all some what lost /
Can't afford cost /
World wide loss /
Cause a suit and tie boss /
Middle class now the poor
World wide story to tell /
A planet we now call hell /


1 step forward 5 steps backwards. Why ? Buy now pay latter , it's going to start all over again.When governments need to borrow.What of it's people. wealth lays inside not that fake ass facade people show.... Bull shit now walks and talks...
Love
Jimmy j EARTHS 21 century Philosopher

A poem

A poem is a story in full view /
not always a story of you /
A truth to be told /
No matter how bold /
Takes the weight of your back /
Into a jumping jack /
Ear to ear /
Often repeating it to hear /
You must learn something /
Or you hear nothing /
Pointe of view from me to you /
Truth be your tool / ...........
Love
jimmy j

Earth / Life ? ours

Earth a body of life /
A beautiful place for man and wife /
Children to bare /
joy of life to share /

But something went astray /
This so called modern day /
We reach into space /
Knowing our disgrace /

It is because of Earth /
not of gods
The cause of our births /
Kiss the ground beneath your feet /
Ending up there
Your earth mother to meet /

Not treating this mother of life so well
Our blood flows from our veins/
Murderous ways , no brains /
We are but the caboose on a train /

We have grown insane /
Full of jealousy and greed /
All of which is of no need /
Yes today i kiss the grave of my mom and dad
And to the left i kiss the ground
Thankful of the little but the best they had ?......

Love
The human race...jimmy j

Poetry /Life

Poetry is a story of life
Yet many don't come to see /
This story of me /
Truth is the poets blood /
A truth of love /
from the tongues of man
History will be told /
Yet people have grown cold /
asinine roams the land
Big and bold /........
jimmy j
I wrote a poem about this planet i MIGHT post it soon ??????
Love do people really know it's meaning.We do not deserve this mother earth we dwell upon....

Children/parents

Different parents,different rules /
Different styles , differnt tools /
often giving their best /
putting love to the test /
but what of the rest /
What of a child born in the Sudan /
What chance does he have of being a man /
A child of the ghetto /
will he grow to be a fine fellow /
what good is a parent to be /
if not a fine son or daughter to see /
what of children of war toren lands /
Treated like a game of kick the can /
What of children who learn to swear /
not because of parents
But a sick society who talk them there /
What of , what of , what of..........

We are a product of our surroundings , something that society has created.It is a hard fight for parents to wage in every country across this great mother earth , a fight i feel we are losing. people no longer make love.They just fuck and that fucks it all up... sorry
love
jimmy

Matters not

Matters not where you stay /
It is the bogie mans day /
We pay /
They play /
Always , always ,the bogie mans way /
Pop goes the weasel /
Up goes the price of dezil /
He is more than one , the boss of bosses
While we face the greasiest of losses //
jimmy j