Love

Love never goes away / often goes astray / only returning in the absence of day /

Love

Love never goes away / often goes astray / only returning in the absence of day

Angela's day

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

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

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.

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/

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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

Exposed

Taken away his trickets and cash/
now in open view just another ass/