Re-posted with the correct link now. To be honest. I'm geeking out a bit. I've wanted to set this poem to music since the moment I wrote it. It has taken me 7 years to have to time, energy, software and knowledge to make this and it may be the coolest thing I have ever … Continue reading South Side
Poetry
Their Culture Is Capital
As my art and writing has expanded in recent months I've gotten really into recording my poetry and setting it music I created on acid pro. This is my first attempt at it with original words and original music. Though, the chorus is written by Pete Singer from his song "Little Boxes" as song in … Continue reading Their Culture Is Capital
Strip
Strip away the paint and the decorations and a house is a just a shelter. A physical space for us to be protected from the elements. Pieces of wood and steel and brick that allow us to live our lives. That is the purpose it serves and it can only be judged by how well … Continue reading Strip
Their Culture Is Capitialism
They complained about the cold with a rare Chicagoan honesty. When the wind hits their faces and seeps through every orifice and pore to settle slowly into their bones they are broad shouldered and husky folk poets. So proud to be clear eyed and laughing. So proud to live where the freight-handlers daughter used to … Continue reading Their Culture Is Capitialism
One Man’s Terrorist
Revolution? Revolution just rolls of the tongue Fills the mouth with power Revolution Revolution is a black fist Launched into the air Green and Red and Black Bodies marching Guns, and machetes or bombs Violence Flags wavering at dusk Smoke rising symbolically And war Revolution just rolls of the tongue So easily said Revolutions are … Continue reading One Man’s Terrorist
My Pain is Lonely
My pain is lonely And I see her burning.
Blue Eyes
A picture is worth a thousand words So I’ll use a thousand words to paint you a picture 500 words to open your eyes 499 to keep them open And one to make you move And since the world as been polluted with words I’ll make these biodegradable Organic symbols seared into your mind And … Continue reading Blue Eyes
Unapologetically Black
I am Black And So I am political I am a man I am poet I am a son A student A Friend But am Black And so I am political You see, My isolation informs my identity politics I am a poet first And a negro last But when were studying Black history I’m … Continue reading Unapologetically Black
Bitter-Sweet Dreams of Harlem
I. Blue Eyed Sky I’ve felt my world die And I’ve seen the world resurrected Reborn and rehashed dumb, vibrant and laughing Unaware of its insecurity And insecure of its awareness I’ve felt angel-headed hipsters Breathe fire into my words And felt betrayed As their children stalked Harlem Howling through my Negro city … Continue reading Bitter-Sweet Dreams of Harlem
sorrow tinted Words
I see in blue words Soft, subtle connotations And deep green definitions Surfing through my mental images With high-definition Vernacular I revel In digital projections Of a fragile mind In red Helvetica And purple times Making the world My canvass of words I weave yellow dialect Into the darkness To brighten my world … Continue reading sorrow tinted Words
The Well Examined Life 