She use's her ass as a tool/
Cash for grass/
Societies fool/
Her desires put her in your bed/
Now your future is all but dead
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Saturday, December 22, 2007
The Mind
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
Love
Jimmy
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
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