Friday, March 30, 2012

Smoke in the air

Lost not knowing his dispair /
blowing , blowing smoke in the air /
Siren's in the distance /
Louder and louder soon they would be there /
Laying on the floor unconcious /
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 /
jimmy j


Not a poem of fiction , i was there , mans name was Henry 2/28 /1998 time 6:30 am

Wednesday, March 28, 2012

No Control

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


Could not sleep last night thinking about all this hate in the world and raight here in this USA ,,,....
Love
jimmy

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Despair

Despair , despair everywhere /
Tired ,tired I don,t care /
Black white yellow or blue /
Bitching , bitching all the fool /

Hating , hating opposite things /
Adoring that bling bling bling /
Money , money you adore /
Turning Mary into a whore /

Culture , society driving men crazy /
Politicians lazy /
Sending young men off to war /
What for /

Tired of you"ll /
I make this call /
Fake , fake fake a human mistake /
This hell you make /
jimmy j


This is my reaction to watching yesterdays news at a bail out meeting for Detroit ,a open meeting were but ass holes yelling white hate .One man said """"this was white take over of Detroit and we will burn it down before we will give it to you """Well what you waiting for .....
love
jimmy

Monday, March 26, 2012

The Hood

Inviormental filled with drugs , thugs and low down cats /
Fields , dirt hills tore down shacks /
A Vacinity full of deciet and pain /
People use a ironic phrase , That cheap is gain /

Its still potential part of the hood /
Money is instrumental and it starts with the goods /

Don't matter the ethnic group /
They come to the neighborhood for the stuff /
Wanting to get high /
While our children die /

Many of us in jail /
Children in home with out a dominate male /
Many go to church on Sunday /
What about good will on Monday /

Fields dirt hills toren down shacks /
Where the goods is wack /
Children die from being smacked /

Schools that failed ,mothers that didn't prevail /
Yes cheap is gain /
And the goods is CRACK /
jimmy j 8/20/02


I sat down with a friend , a gang leader named Rocky we wrote this toghter10 years ago . Nothing has changed but America itself .You ask why , yet we are not blind .You should know why . We have came to be a permissive society .Are culture is now a abyss . Was that hippy generation right when they walked away.Free love and a happy day Ps. sorry cant spell and that spell check thing not working again .stay in school learn to spell
love
jimmy

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Poetry is......

Poetry is ......
Words of untold meaning /
Thunderstorms pounding my brain /
Released rain drops of ink /
Paper in place must not refrain /
Need i explain /
Poetry is rain /
Jimmy j

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Help

They funnel their energy trough violent abuse /
Abstracted from meaning , their life abstruse /
They rule by mobocracy /
Educated by the streets of hypocrisy /

Not knowing their life is in despair /
No remembrance of any one to care /
A life headed nowhere /
Born to mothers of untold desires /
Wondering unforgiven streets for hire /

No one to irradiate what he requires /
Living trough the thunder of gun fire /
Divergence must occur for the needs he must acquire /
With out a mentor ,chances are at a your age he will expire /
jimmy j


Some of this work i wrote decades back , yet it today's truth meaning we have learned nothing yesterday..
Love
Jimmy

Friday, March 23, 2012

Who

Who are thou ,better than me /
All come from a womb /
Some enter poverty and pain /
Some paradise , can't complain /

What of the door of insanity /
Life in calamity /
Misuse of love /
No way to judge /

What do I know, from the womb a day ago /
This , this anger flow /
Can't walk or talk ,where can i go /
Surrounded by ass holes /
jimmy j

Before baby learned to talk i give on to you his thoughts..Love him or her well , i hope for all families everywhere , there are people who care...
love
jimmy