DubblexDiaries

I have more to say then I can write

2011-11-28T04:46:00.002+11:30

I have more to say then I can write

More to write then I can say
More to do then can be done
More to remember then I can forget
Pursuits and quests take me on a mental voyage wresting through intellectual seas
I envision a better me in the future
In Seconds there’s a vast improvement to my empathy
As humanity’s cries are crushed under the weight of one trillion dollars they holler
Couldn’t you have spared a few dollars so my baby has clean water to drink?
Can’t you spare a few euros so for some clean clothes?
Nobody knows the depth of a man’s despair when he’s entrapped in enslavement
Mentally, physically, spiritually,
As is done to us daily because we’re the 99 percent
Two black holes colliding is the gripping emotion of a man before a vile action is taken
Changing his destiny like a shifting of the axis on the intergalactic seascape
How can he recapture his yesterdays
his purity
his innocence?
Now most of us are penniless
His fortune fueled by his missteps
We walk this planet with unhealed bleeding wounds on our souls
And I keep trying to imagine a healing of the injury a complete recovery
To return to a whole state of being
Not only for me but for this great nation
We are made in unique perfection selected for prominence
No matter your name
No matter your color
No matter your country
We are made for brilliance,
To see our destiny and shine
I have more to say then I can write

The Sanctity of Marriage

2011-06-09T14:46:00.000+11:30

He watches the playboy channel and masturbates in front of his wife

she thinks he’s lost his mind

to be doing this in front of her after all this time

She just sucked his dick for the first time

but could not bring herself to swallow the sperm

she was concerned

Now she wonders if he’s cheating and it’s not just his dick he’s beating

She sees porn girls on his FaceBook account

there was an intervention with his mother in-law and wife

he cried and said he didn’t know his intentions

did he have to mention a proposition from a women about a sexual position?

how could he stray with four kids and claims he wants another baby by the way

he jerks his wifes head down and pushes it towards his cock

she tells him to stop

and puts him on a sex diet

he is starving to hit it

the drama unfolds as his teenage son puts his two cents in the dispute

on Twitter he follows girls who are cute

maybe he really want a prostitute

he wants his woman to be bitch hoe and mother to his kids

she doesn’t know what to make of his change of attitude

she said he’s kind of crude

he went to therapy

to cure him of what he couldn’t see

and after one session he said now I see the problem is you not me

now he looks at her with hate

she looks at him and cries

he complains his early twenties wild oats times was deprived

now he’s staying with his sister

hopefully the marriage won’t end up in an infidelity smoke

like some slut he wishes to poke

America's Apology

2011-06-01T07:38:00.004+11:30

Congress was in session

to apologize for 400 years of oppression

in succession

America are you really sorry for the slave ships

for the bull whips

for the lynching and raping

for killing of slaves who were escaping

it’s a hole in your history that's still gaping

the selling and buying

of humanity

couldn't you see this was insanity

looting nations for their population

did this bring some consternation

where is the give back for lifetimes of free labor and breaking of backs

to the billions of dollars made off of crops and cotton stacks

America look over the facts

this land is a ceiling and floor filled with bleeding cracks

Is your apology done down on bended knee

You try to forget the atrocity with little civility

A monetary apology for those descendents of slavery

Would be a better way to say sorry

For the mass graves of African slaves

The separation of families

America this is your history

Like an open wound no way to shut it

murders, raping and maiming

I'm sorry just doesn’t cut it

I'm not down yet

2011-01-20T18:18:00.001+11:30

Bring it
I sing it
Just gonna fling it
Go off the top and wing it
I got to do my best
So put me to the test
Let the troubles come son
And watch me overcome every one
This life is a constant fight
In the thick of the fight of my life
It’s life or death so i got to be set
it’s my survival instinct
I stay on the brink trying not to sink
So bring it
Yet another day
Another trouble
For the dubble-X
What’s next got to be ready for what ever
Death haunts me, wants to sever my connections
But I’m gonna survive this hurricane weather
Whatever it takes
I try not to break
So bring it
I can curve and move straight
Through the hard times
The tough binds
I won’t resign
On the edge of crossing the last line
Dancing on my last nerve
Tinkering on the edge caught in a wedge
So bring it
Another bad job
Another rowdy kid mob
I motivate watch me create
I got what it takes since I busted out the gate
So bring it watch me sting it
I’m cooked but not done
I get stunned
Get knocked to the mat
then I snap right back

Ground Zero

2010-11-07T02:14:00.000+11:30

A ground of heroes
Trying to save those who could not evade the day
A day that will never fade
Many buried under a trouble of rubble
Graves, unmarked graves
Bodies broken and torn beyond recognition
An unthinkable strike came to fruition
The devastation of man made creation
The situation seems bleak has havoc was wreaked
The Twin Towers was a symbol of power
Took years to build knocked down in less than an hour
These buildings etched our skyline
Most took for granted they’d stand the test of time
Workers inside typing, trading, clicking, mailing, faxing, emailing, talking, telephoning, walking, waiting, goofing off, debating, thinking of tonight, that they’d make love tonight or overcome a marital fight
In an instant their lives were gone, gone, gone
Thrown into terror this should’ve been an error
It’s a nightmare instead
This fear
This smoke
Did commercial planes fly into the World Trade Center?
My mind can’t get around it
can’t understand it.
The smoke rises out of the copy room window
Thick black smoke
Smoke to choke
Smoke to kill
A smoke of death
I stare into the distance expecting to see The Towers materialize before my eyes
The words fall out of peoples mouths and rest on my ears
Did you hear! The World Trade Centers fell! They’re gone!
Trying to process
to compute, how many people worked in those buildings, how many kids will not have a mother, a father, a bother, a sister, a boyfriend a girlfriend, a close friend, an enemy, a loved one a spouse
MISSING is the word that is flashed across the TV screen
M I S S I N G
So many missing
Missing in action,
Lost, disappeared into a cloud of dust - just like that - missing
How they’re missing them
Missing them
Hoping wishing
Praying looking
Countless sleepless nights.
“What floor were they on? It’s a phrase
What floor?
How high?
In our minds we imagine
We do the math
How fast could they get down to get out
Breakdowns shout.
The trauma of the tragedy is woven deep in my mind
The trauma of the traumatized as a nation needs therapy
I saw planes crash into buildings people burned alive
We have witnesses to see thousands die.
80 stories high people jump to their deaths
In my dreams I see it again and again

Love is a dangerous disease

2010-09-28T10:29:00.001+11:30

Love seizes you unexpectedly
changes you makes you act crazy
Many are quickly overcome with matters of the heart
Love lingers and drifts in your vicinity
Love hovers suddenly like a helicopter
It makes no sense and at last love is blind
Love finds us as we try to hide and avoid the collide
Once we get a taste of love its flavor lingers in our mouth
its hormones stay in our nostrils
love hangs and dangles from our lips
as hands trace naked bodies with thrusting hip
Love overwhelms and drowns its victims in a sea of emotions
Love never dies and in many cases is a terminal condition so
don't run to your physician cause he can only listen
no drugs or prescriptions can be given to make it subside
Big love is riding high waiting for your reply
some try to resist but it's hopeless
I must confess taking the Love fall strikes us all
Falling in love could make you lose your grip and slip
It's simple and at the same time complex
Sometimes it adds stress
Sometimes love breaks up or ends is success
Some fall in love over and over again and again
like there is no end the two try to blend to one
at times love comes undone like loosely
tied shoes or knots the love just stops
Does love grow cold when it gets old
When too much strife breaks up husband and wife
At times some love lasts for life
Other times loves takes hikes not to return
too bad the burn
Love should come easily
should be free as can be

Spoken Word Post

2010-09-06T04:19:00.001+11:30

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Graffiti Bust

2010-08-14T14:36:00.001+11:30

My day begins with two tabs of Klonopin
Trying to make my anxiety run thin
Today is my day at court
No way to abort
My hands tingle and I run to bathroom twice
My bowels loosen as fear runs through my intestines
Inside of me is a question
I keep on guess’en
What will be the fine
Will I have to face a judge and cop prison time
No way to rewind
Stuck in a bind
I pay my $2.25
For a train ride
Head down to Franklin Street
In the city summer heat
I committed a graffiti crime I was outa line
Busted by undercovers in an unmarked gypsy cab
Things went bad
Arrested on a loisada street corner I could not get escape
Cops surrounded me like a round up
They took my bag and stickers and asked, “What’s your tag? Dupplex?” they pronounced it
I declined to correct DubbleX
hands cuffed tightly behind my back
they took my wallet ID and sticker pack
I told them I was mentally ill
My leg started shaking they told me to chill
They asked me if I wanted to go to the hospital
I silently shook my head no
I had trouble getting into the back of the squad car
When the door was ajar
The portly Hispanic officer with a police badge around her neck told me sit down but first
I feared the worst
I did not want to go to prison
For my graffiti sin
But it was either go to the station in the blue and white car
or they offered the loony bin
I finally got in
I sat in the back begged them not to lock me up
I was nowhere near tough enuf when it comes to this stuff
The officer said you’ll get a ticket and go in front of a judge
My background will have a graffitied smudge
The round butch looking Latina officer led me inside the station
I could not believe my situation
She said maybe you’ll get off with a ticket
And we’ll 86 it
Then they found six prescriptions in my bag
The names of the medicines they could not pronounce
One officer flipped through the scripts and shook his head
I said maybe they will let me bounce
The Hispanic officer said you have to wait in the cell
Until the paper work was done then they’d bid me farewell
They took my belt and shoes
I sat there in my socks
Back and forth I rocked
Still in shock now I was locked
They gave me a pink ticket and released me
I was so happy to be prison free I could not see
Today is the court day I must face
A long line of people only one from the white race
All hoping to beat their case
Minorities like me
All copping a plea
One guy said he got a ticket for playing basketball in the park at nighttime
The sign said the park closed at dusk so the police made the bust
We passed the security checkpoint
They searched everything
Looking for a weapon I did not bring
I got upstairs a long line snaked through a large room
A guy behind me said plead not guilty
Another guy with dreads falling out of his head said
Back in the day he use to get up
Said graffiti is like a drug addiction
I need to grow up and get in remission
Finally I reached the window counter
I gave the woman I encountered my pink ticket which I had almost lost before when I switched to my new Ed Hardy bag
To my relief she said my case had been dismissed
The police failed to file their complaints, guess they didn’t care about this
I smiled and went on my way to do more graffiti the very next day

Ethnic Domicile

2010-07-27T07:54:00.001+11:30

Summer in Washington Heights
Dominicans open fire hydrants
releasing water at full pressure
The gutter is quickly turned into a river
People forced to hop over curbs to keep sandaled feet from getting wet
The water spews out like a jet
Kids dripping with sweat
Adults work a wrench to open the tightly twisted hydrant cap
Old coffee cans are held over hydrant as water shoots up high into the sun filled sky
Young kids get drenched
Garbage on the sidewalk leaves an unpleasant scent
Hamburger Meat gets grilled on street corners
Thousands sit on beach and lawn furniture in the street
In front of what used to be an old horse stable
Is now an electrical station
In front of dilapidated buildings
In front of ghetto shadows
Surrounded by lamppost light sitting in huddles
Lazily laying on bed comforters and sheets
Young mothers and children jam the stoop steps in front of the building forcing me to squeeze by
Kids draw with kaleidoscope of colorful chalk on the sidewalk
Loud merengue music is played deep into the heat of night boils
The music rises and burns from outdoor backyard patios and fries sizzle in the sun
Cold pushcarts carrying blocks of ice are pushed over cracked sidewalks
The sound of shaved ice as colorful flavors mix and melt in the day’s oppressive simmer
Thermometers reach triple digits
young women wear tight fitting shorts revealing their ass curves
Old women walk with black umbrellas posing as parasols
Young boys and men play baseball in traffic with green tennis balls a steel bat a square strike zone drawn on a post office red brick wall
People scatter as the ball is punished by the bat - zooms across the street at a rapid rate
Screams and laughter outside my dark window
Fights break out and nobody calls the cops
Grown men sit around squared tables and throw down white polka doted dominos
blunt marijuana smoke hangs in the humid air
cold beer and frozen water sales rise for bodegas
Iced coolers containing cold drinks and hotdogs get dragged and carried to the street
The black get blacker
The light skinned turn brown
The fair skinned burn
Young men stroll the hood in white wife beaters and play basketball bare-chested
hallway doors are propped open for a nonexistent breeze
street merchants fill the side walk selling junk at discount prices
way uptown in Washington Heights everybody waits for the sun to go down

my phone is dying

2010-07-01T09:36:00.002+11:30

talking fast
the battery won’t last
my phone is dying
it keeps on crying
it beeps and beeps
to tell me the battery is depleted
A new charge is needed
this phone call will end
can’t talk with my friends
all my phone numbers are locked inside this device
keeps singling me it’s out of life
my charger’s at home
I say fuck this stupid ass phone
Cell phones attached to waistbands
hanging out in pockets
swimming around in bags and purses
the cell rings I begin another frantic search
then curse when on its 5th ring the phone still can’t be located
Then the worst thing imaginable happens
the phone gets lost
The dreaded upheaval
It needs retrieval
You feel it in your chest
when your phone can’t be located you get stressed then depressed
Losing a phone is like losing your child
it's like a lover
always with you close by at your side
you call your phone from a prehistoric landline
and hear it ring again and again you hear your own voice message
you retrace your steps
go into stores
call the subway lost and found
but it still can’t be found.
The only number you remember is your own and your mother’s
Instantly you’ve lost all your contacts
all your friends your associates
if you’d simply blue toothed the numbers to your home computer
You sink to think of all the calls you’re missing
Yet you can still retrieve your voice messages
which merely serves to cause more anguish
you make a list of the people in your phone
suddenly you feel so alone
you weep and cry and moan
you could die
you want to hold a funeral service for your lost phone but you can’t call anyone to come
You dread the possibility that you may need to make new contacts and friends
you listen to your voice mail as people call again and again
they start to worry that something is wrong
you visualize all the texts coming in all un-replied
you see how much you have relied on technology
all your ring tones and mp3’s gone for eternity
You become religious and pray that the person who found it will have mercy on your soul they will call you to tell you they found your cell
But your phone is lost
how can they call you?
you hope and pray that maybe they will call one of your friends and they will
tell them who you are
You have nightmares that somebody is putting their grimy little hands on your phone
looking through all the nude pictures you sent to your lover
crank calling your contacts
these are the hard facts
you put up flyers around the neighborhood that read
“missing” with a snap shot of your
blackberry
iphone
flip phone
your sidekick
your rumors
you call your mom’s number
since suddenly she’s your only friend
she doesn’t even know what texting is
Your heart is broken - all hope is lost
you think maybe I should tell my service provider about all this
it’s too late international charges have been racked up
calls to Santa Domingo
London
Columbia
Tanzania
places you never heard of
all the service provider can do is offer you a new phone if you re-up for another year
You go to work depressed
try to recreate some semblance of your numbers
you ask a friend at work for her number
you become a detective, “Hey do you happen to know Lori’s number?”
You manage to get three numbers from there
you call each friend and accumulate more numbers
you wonder how you could make such a blunder
Your contacts are now at six
you sit shiva and cry because this time your phone has really died

Reclusive

2010-05-17T13:59:00.002+11:30

I like to stay home alone in my own zone
unknown
I hate the crowds and the traffic
It’s all too drastic
I'm a psychotic derelict
Tired of red tape and rhetoric
In my mind things get hectic
I turn introspective
Myopic and self-explosive
Sometimes I don’t wanna live
So I sit in my solitude
No one to intrude on my foul mood
I exclude myself
and keep myself amused
Waste my time surfing the net
At least I’m not playing Russian roulette
With a hollow point bullet
I hate to go out and face the public
sometimes I get so paranoid I want to avoid everything
Safe in the cocoon of my room
Smelling the perfume of my gloom
I sit locked up in my 10 by 12
My personal jail cell where my creativity excels
Or gets repelled by urine smell
My own little hell
I hate seeing new faces
And going places
I get trapped in my own mind
held hostage in my house
accosted by loneliness
exhausted
I hate being on the go can’t take the city’s flow
I move too slow
Want to vanish like melting snow
As I sink to a all time new low
filled with anxiety
Trying to keep my sobriety
Hating nyc
Don’t wanna perform wanna stay withdrawn
Introverted mad perverted
encapsulised and internalized
Drowning in my own demise
Covered in an expression of depression
With inward eyes
Like Columbian coke is smuggled
I stay hidden in my struggle
Being reclusive is a means to an end

everything remains the same for clockers with glockers

2010-05-03T04:16:00.002+11:30

I walk with a ditty bop
My soul is filled with hip hop
My jeans hang below my ass crack
I love to listen to rap
talk about firing a gat
I dream about being gangster
I want to live
and die gangster
I don't run with a crew cause I can hold my own
My rep will be shown
I long to hold a fat stash of cash
lamping on that corner trying to get that cheddar
More money can make my life better
I grew up in the streets with lots of welfare cheats while
I only had welfare to eat
Now my cheddar goes to buy clothes
ain't nothing cheap to wear
My gear is the latest style of the year
Got rings of bling I stay blowing blunt rings
My bullets sting
I’ll probably end up in sing sing
See death in the eyes of my pupils
I have no scruples
Lawless and heartless
cold-blooded
2-diamond earring studded
born with a gun in my waistband
grown up now I’m the man
dark ghetto nights don't faze me
cause I walk with a ditty bop
my life is filled with gun shots
I’m down with the illegal
My rage is lethal
Love getting into fights when I get mad tight
Jumping niggas on the regular
Top-notch competitor
I got long braids
my girl keeps my doo laced up
Life is rough but I handle my business
My stress escalates till I steam and evaporate
my enemies await a terrible fate
Their doom or mine is built on hate
I walk with an original gait
So I got my ditty bop and my black facemask
rolling up on suckers is completing my task
I'll be keepin’ it real to my last gasp

I'M Da BoMb!!!!!!!!!!!!

2010-04-22T14:51:00.002+11:30

I’m like dynamite with nitroglycerin
so you better keep listenin'
I gleam to the extreme
got you at gun point
rapid fire makes you transpire
I’m dangerous - no need to discuss
my mental state is unstable
got the schizophrenic label
but I can still cause mass hysteria
when you see me in the area
I’m the bomb
droppin’ napalm on Vietnam
let loose like an escapee running wild in your city
hit you with a death blow with my fist and my elbow
watch me grow like an afro
not an amateur but a pro
when it comes to the mic I hold
get on a roll
eat microphones like the cookie monster
got hunger for adjectives not your average words
trying to reach to the next level
step back and watch me levitate
while I create
another state of mind
intertwined with rhyme
commit poetry like a crime
someone dial 911 because here I come
on the dead run
like a motherfuckin’ freight train
dancing with the insane
no need to explain stay far away from the sane
I’m lazy - a lunatic a medicated derelict
but I stay mad sick
got more rhymes then a hoe who turns tricks
by sucking dirty dicks
I’m the bomb
so now let me just explode before I corrode
deep in my mode
writing poems in binary code
lining up my zeros and ones
don’t try to analyze my data
or be down with the haters
got my poetic radar ready to spar
my words leave you marred and scar
like you just got hit with a crow bar
I jump in my flow like liquid lava
erupt like a volcano but I’m no Pinero
I'm a lyrical pharaoh

MorE STixS

2010-03-19T15:30:00.002+11:30

Psychiatric State of Flux

2010-03-07T13:39:00.000+11:30

A hopeful sunshine breaks free in my mind
I leave depression behind
maybe for good this time
I get caught in the mix between the ups and a ditch
then suddenly I switch
like a change up pitch
trying to re-grasp my grip
from the deadly slip
energy fills my body like the life of an Amazon
I come back from the gone
and move on
a new concoction of medical toxins
I wanted to jump out the window
to the concrete street below
embrace death with a warm hello
a voice inside said no
you will rise from this low
get back in your flow
on and on I go
to my last intro-duction
next production
next destruction
I wanna hit the summit
over come it
look back and say I done done it
like a plane loosing altitude abruptly I plummet
I go down in flames
crash land insane
keep looking for a way to escape my brain
and still remain
hearing voices in my head calling my name
the psychiatrist and therapist insist
something must be done about this
want to place me on the disability list
my creative abilities persist
can’t find a way to make money of this
so I pound my fist
and get pissed

Mr. Porno Head

2010-02-28T17:44:00.004+11:30

I began by reading Penthouse and playboy
Going through my mom's boyfriends magazines
his milk crate helped me take my first step into porno
I looked at the photos when I was nine or ten
I studied magazines made for horny men
Showed the zines to my sister we laughed at what we saw
Bare chested women, women with no drawers
Soon I wanted to see more and more
my little dick grew hard
I'd pull out the pin ups and do push ups over them on the floor
From porno books I moved on to phone sex
I called numbers to hear recorded messages of women who talked dirty
talking about sucking dicks shaking big tits
Whipping and tying a cock to a vacuum cleaner
The stories got worse and meaner
Drinking piss and taking golden showers
I'd listen for hours
My mother was upset when she got the phone bill
I thought maybe I should chill
This was not my will
I'd masturbate till my semen would spill
A cheap and expensive thrill
To save money I found free sex lines
So when the bill came my mother thought everything was fine
To save more money and keep from getting caught
I used a tape recorder to hear about rapes and fucks
mostly talking with some voice over moaning
I listened to the same stories again and again
Fantasizing about mysterious women
I imagined how they'd look
The sex line had me hooked
I'd jerk off till I had scabs on my dick
Because I just loved to cum thick
From phone sex I moved on to video porn
My sister had a boyfriend who had porn movies
I popped them in the VCR
And played my dick like a guitar
I sneaked into the living room when no one was home
Sat in front of the TV and watched as women got fucked licked and sucked
I lusted for action
My appetite and salaciousness grew stronger
I drew pictures of chicks with big tits
while measuring my dick with a ruler
I wanted it to be big like the guys in smut videos
My life moved on while my lewdness grew more intense
A made up vision of women giving head
Every night I gave in to my sensual cravings
The facsimile played over in my mind
a porno movie in my brain making me quite insane
Straining my cock veins
Women licking pussy or me eating out the box
To get off my rocks
It was so hard to stop
I was a virgin for long duration
I was so stuck on masturbation
When I finally had sex I married
a fridgid woman who only wanted less
So I moved on to Internet porn
to really turn me on
Tons of pictures to see
To satisfy my licentious curiosity
Bestiality was now a common reality
White girls and Asian chicks who digged big black dicks
Wet pussy lips
Two girls naked in a French kiss
Blondes and red heads
Lesbians with dildos
Sodomy
Ass licking
Deep throating till throwing up
Cum in the mouth
Cum swapping
BDSM
Dominatrix
Fem doms
Drinking piss
Beaten and tied
Spanked red bottoms
Lesbian squirt
Orgies
double stuffed
Old women with young guys
Old guys with young women
Fat women getting fucked hard
Nipple pinching
Foot fucking
Fisting
Two girls in 69
Forced sex
Teen sex
Sexy Latinas
Fucking machines
I found free videos
Downloaded shit from Limewire
Played it on my iPod
Suddenly only porno got me hard
I decided to have real sex
Just one dick and one pussy
I want this to be my fantasy
Because I am Mr. Porno head
And I wish one day he'll be dead
But my addiction to porno seduction
Is my affliction

MurDer anD MayHem AgaIN anD AgaIn

2010-02-21T14:39:00.004+11:30

Fare Beating

2010-02-13T10:06:00.002+11:30

I use to hop the turnstile
Back in the 90’s
the token cost $1.25 or $1.50
I'd stand by the bulletproof token booth
Waiting for the right time to strike
I did this mostly at night
I had to check the platform for cops
Did not want to get stopped
I looked around corners
trying to discover undercovers
they lurked in shadows
like ghosts with guns
if you got busted it was useless to run
hopping was easy when nobody was looking
you just pulled the turnstile back and slipped into the gap
got right through as long as you were not too fat
you had to wait real late until you heard the train pulling up
to jump the turnstile
You didn't want to stand on the platform to be detected
or get subjected to a ticket because of what you did
the fine was $50 dollars - a lot more then the train fare
you had to beware
I never got busted got away scot-free
Nowadays they fixed the little gap
Where that space was at
Moved on from the days of my fare beating ways

BrOkEn WorDs

2010-02-11T12:40:00.000+11:30

My words are broken cracked and bleeding

Peeling and misleading

Stepped on like coke burning

Like purple haze smoke

They’re spoken misspoken

Disappear like a New York City token

Ripped to shreds once they leave my head

Shot stabbed caught and nabbed

They’re broken to pieces like a puzzle

Words I guzzle my brain should be muzzled

They speak Spanglish a scrambled egg dish

Wounded like a soldier falling in battle

Bullet hole souls m16 rattle

Shrapnel lodged in your esophagus

Bum rushed trampled and crushed

Run over and wrecked

A hit and run

Whipped and chained

Churning insane

Tied and strained

Notorious and infamous

Hallucinating from LSD and Angel dust

broken words are heard over and over inside my mind

mixed up passed absurd

breaking like a curve

let loose like a canon

blasted from a boom box

totally unorthodox

ambidextrous and dyslexic

dissected and inspected

my broken words break like a wave

raped like a slave

exploded and imploded

running light years passed the sun

a train wreck crash landing

sinking like an anchor

words spilling black like a leaking tanker

arrested and detested

failing to stay sane

getting lost in my own brain

multiplied like atomic nuclei

released like radiation stickering the nation

confused with organization

broken words get lost like time

poetry is a victimless crime

dubblex at pregunta

2010-01-31T04:56:00.003+11:30

Thanks to Marilyn Thomas King for hosting La Pregunta and a kick ass show. Thanks to Dean Washington for videotaping. Thanks Fred Arcoleo, accompanying on guitar.

Choices

2010-01-26T11:30:00.001+11:30

Bring it
I sing it
Just gonna fling it
Go off the top and wing it
I got to do my best
So put me to the test
Let the troubles come son
And watch me overcome every one
This life is a constant fight
In the thick of the fight of my life
It’s life or death so i got to be set
it’s my survival
It’s my instinct
I stay on the brink trying not to sink
So bring it
Yet another day
Another trouble
For the dubble-X
What’s next got to be ready for whatever
Death haunts me, wants to sever my connections
But I’m gonna survive this hurricane weather
Whatever it takes
I try not to break
So bring it
I can curve and move straight
Through the hard times
The tough binds
I won’t resign
On the edge of crossing the last line
Dancing on my last nerve
Tinkering on the edge caught in a wedge
So bring it
Another bad job
Another rowdy kid mob
I motivate watch me create
I got what it takes since I busted out the gate
So bring it watch me sting it
I’m cooked but not done
I get stunned
Get knocked to the mat
then I snap right back

2010-01-18T17:55:00.001+11:30

2010-01-18T17:53:00.000+11:30

Pass The Hat

2010-01-17T04:31:00.003+11:30

You stand in hot uncomfortable noisy subways
Underneath the city
Musical notes intermingled with your passing jingle
Dollar bills and spare change find their way into your hat
You play and play until notes go flat
You are that street musician
the one to whom we seldom listen
Maybe you used to be somebody maybe you were never anybody
you’re here to make it big to get discovered and pick up gigs
You’re that subway musician where people are forced to listen
Your sets are quick in between the next train licks
Your audience never remains
They leave mid verse well before your last note
music jams with breaking steel wheels
Corporate high heels
You play along to public service out of service announcements
And the untimely wrong notes of closing subway car doors
Some got CD’s to sell
You’re homeless
A deranged junky
you don’t speak English
Trying to hustle in the rush hour bustle
Some stare many don’t care
Trapped inside their ipods
You play on though drowned out completely while trains come and go
You’re that subway musician sweat dripping on your instrument
You play for hours with no electric power
That street beat some smile tap their feet to your beat
Some look from encapsulated plastic covered windows at your non-stop show
Your music gets lost in the roar of subway wind you catch a short grin
Another dollar another dime another moment in 4/4 time

* Check out Saw Lady's blog by Natalia Paruz where she posted this poem:

Digital speech meets 24/7 hustling soon to stick

2010-01-11T11:59:00.001+11:30

2010-01-06T07:50:00.000+11:30

A POCKET FULL OF POETRY

2010-01-06T06:08:00.003+11:30

Folded creased and smushed
Sat on and crumbled
barely legible
chicken scratch writing
Number 2 pencil used
smearing like cried out mascara
Sun faded
fingers stained from making Jamaican greasy beef patties
Extra words written in margins with detour arrows to follow
Cross outs and skipped lines
Life’s pace unable to grasp unfinished endings
A pocketful of poetry like a full belly
A mouthful of birthday cake
Words imagined
captured and retained in ink as it sinks into thin sheets of wood
Other words dance in my mind long forgotten like rotten cheese
Most times my pockets contain the contents of
Loose change jingles intermittently with an assortment of jagged edged keys
a partially damaged CELL phone lies dormant deep in my pocket next to a tattered bill folded next to some grimy ones
The usual pocket hole as pens and pencils escape like fleeing
prisoners in the cover of darkness
I reach inside my pockets to retrieve words
Reflections of VISIONS of the day
Slanted perspective

Hungry and complete at the same time
These poems pop up anytime like crime
Sometimes words replace nickels and dimes
In the local grocery store,
the cashier is aghast that I possess no cash
a pocketful of poetry leaves a man poor
My pockets can only afford metaphors

The Money Changers

2010-01-05T14:25:00.001+11:30

I got my check from the board of Ed bank
who got it from who knows
Who got it from who knows
so I got my check
put it in HSBC
first Amalgamated
Then HSBC
withdrew $60 cash
went to the deli
bought a bottle of water and a protein bar
Gave $4 to Brian cash register dude
in drawer end of day
2 of my 4 dollars goes to Juan the sandwich man in Deli
Juan goes to John the weed man to pick up a dub
John gives money to Jennifer, his supplier
She gives to Shawn who buys a strawberry filly blunt at the deli
His money is given to Miriam Liebowitz as change for coffee
She puts it under her mattress where her daughter discovers it 20 years later
And buys a pack of double mint gum and the money turns to change

24-7 Hustlin

2009-12-17T13:45:00.000+11:30

I’m a homeless marine who has AIDS
lost my apartment in a fire
got six kids and 2 cats to feed
sell candy to stay off the streets
I’m broke and it aint no joke
waiting for my unemployment EBT debit card
you can peep my ID
any food or spare change please
I’m hungry
anything you can give even a penny helps
they cut off my SSI
I play congas,
guitar,
saxophone
bucket drums,
steel drums
I sing
break dance,
rap,
recite poetry,
play the sitar and air guitar
Down on my luck
begging for a buck
I hustle chess games
sell watches and trash for fast cash
old radios with tape decks
pre-HD TVs
worn down shoes
old toys
remote controls
electronic zebras
tools
lamps
shirts and pants
I’m African
European
Czechoslovakian
Hawaiian
Puerto Rican
Dominican
Haitian
St. Lucian
Mexican
Indian
American
my skin color is
white
brown
pink
safire
topaz and lavender
I sell on 33rd street and Broadway
on the 1 line
on the A train to Harlem
W to queens
JMZ to Brooklyn
5 train to the Bronx
I play jazz
rock
calypso
reggae
mariachi
blues
electric and acoustic
I play on 8th street
in the subway
I sell old books
used jerk off magazines
sing do-wop hits
Records
bongs and crack pipes
I whisper in a loud raspy hoarse voice
I’m the unheard cry from NYC
stagger from ghettos
roof tops
corner spots
shelters
subway cars
train tunnels
beaches to boon docks
I’m the unheard voice crying in the New York City wilderness
shaving summer ices in tropical flavors in small white Dixie cups
dripping down hands making sticky fingers
freshly squeezed orange juice
Cuchifritos from illegally parked trucks
bottles of water on the highway
I search for cans and bottles to get change
look for left behind quarters in pay phones
pick through the rich man’s garbage
I mug for a meal
sell dime bags and rocks to people who want to cop
prostitute myself
sell quick fucks and $20 blow jobs
hold up hard-to-read cardboard signs
I’m an unwanted gypsy
Feel my pain
I’m a throw away just trying to survive the day

2 FOUR 1 Capitalism

2009-12-10T13:56:00.003+11:30

gonna sell sell sell sell sell it
you need to smell better
look better
love better
have a bigger cock
have your period better
cramp better
dress better
eat what we say
when we say
how we say
where we say
got 2 be a clone but think you’re an original rebel
buy all the worthless junk that will break down in a month
we’ve got the ugliest clothes that you’ve got to have
believe all the lies
shave your legs better
brush your teeth with a laser
change your brown eyes to original orange
your eyebrows are out of style
shave your head
now grow it back
dye it
curl it
burn it
weave it
deceive it
achieve it
nothing more then buying
from infomercials
commercials
click that internet ad
latest fade
junk mail
spam
all creating
forming
and deforming
who I was
and who I am
scram
want out of this jam
don’t need your new version of Windows
mutilation of a nation
a world and generation
fall prey to the hype
this advertising life
only to find
they want more
ads fly across the sky
sketched in the sand
implanted in your brain
dial a lawyer
phone a friend
liposuc the fat from your gut
new pair of breasts on your flat chest
WiFi and HD
4G phones in your hand
you can talk
surf
fuck
shit
dance
spit
do a split
while you drive your high polluting
gas chugging
SUV up the freeway
70 miles an hour
Reading each billboard sign
For the next high tech design
Not realizing that you done gone lost your mind

Digital Speech

2009-11-30T04:56:00.002+11:30

I get so fucking tired of talking to machines
say stuff and they don’t know what I mean
get so vexed I scream
push cell phone buttons
press 0 for the operator but only get voice recognition software
again I start to swear
They program it in that slightly husky partly raspy a little sexy computer voice
Make your selection pick your choice
From the menu list
Press one for English for Spanish press 2
This is what I do but sometimes I still can’t get through
Press 4 for more options
You must speak proper English
This is its wish
Because if you don’t your call will be dismissed
So I listen to the options and try to press the buttons quickly
put the phone back to my ear so I can hear the next command
“I didn’t understand your response,” meaning elucidate
so I clear my throat and try again
seems like there’s no end
I need more patience to practice Zen
The machine drones along
I’ve been holding on so long
I raise my voice and say, “What the fuck is going on!”
I get peppered with questions
“I am sorry I did not understand that”
Is that cuz I talk too black?
Or maybe my speech is too slurred
I’m stumbling over my words
I say it for the third time
A waste of my time
The machine repeats the same line
It wants to know my birthday social security number ID pin what I ate for breakfast a list of all my sins
If I like Pepsi or Coke
Once again my answers are revoked
I start freaking out because I forgot the long list of choices
Press 3 for billing
Press 4 for tech support
Press 5 to repeat these options
Press * to speak to representative
Press 6 to update your account information
Press 7 to enter your birthday for example 11 04 1959
Press 8 just for the hell of it
Press 9 to end this call
I get placed on hold and my call gets dropped, then I have to call all over again

Psychiatric Cocktail

2009-11-26T14:32:00.001+11:30

CRANBERRY JUICE
ORANGE JUICE
MILK
3 PACKS OF SWEET & LOW
STIR BRISKLY WITH YELLOW FLEXIBLE STRAW

0 NATION WIDE MINUTES

2009-11-25T04:35:00.003+11:30

You got minutes left
roll over minutes
prepaid minutes
month to month
minute reminder
the machine tells me how many minutes I have left
minutes
60 seconds
60 tics of the clock
minutes
how many minutes do I have left in my life
60 minutes in an hour
24 hours in a day
1440 minutes in a day
525600 minutes in a year
In my life time I have lived 18921600 minutes
give or take a minute or two
19 million minutes have passed by
do I have 19 million more
or will my prepaid life plan expire
before I am finished talking walking living
life goes by, one minute two minutes
2 -30 second spots
every minute of life has value and worth
before my cell phone plan made me understand
each minute is priceless
I use to look at time in years
each moment is unique and original
how can I take time to enjoy the minutes left?
sometime soon my life will be a dropped call
0 nation wide minutes remaining
before I reach 0 minutes time
I want to do something great
something phenomenal
something that will be remembered for millions of minutes to come
because 0 minutes is coming
coming for sure I want 21 million more
matters how you use them wisely before things. . .

1 800 273 8255

2009-11-24T04:19:00.003+11:30

I called the suicide hotline a couple of times
because I was losing my mind
the guy was rude
had an attitude
I hung up and called back again
I think he didn't like it
got him again at 2am
he didn’t like the midnight shift
his attention began to drift
lots of calls to sift, he was afraid I’d end up a stiff
he wanted to stop me from ingesting a bottle of pills to kill myself
this certainly would not be good for my health
the guy on the suicide prevention line said Sir, please this is not a chat line
like my talking was wasting his time
he asked for my location
said he’d send an ambulance to my destination
get me out of the situation
I declined to say where I live
this information I would not give
he said he’d trace my number
I wondered how
did I have GPS on my phone?
I was on too much medication
Lamital Geodon Ambient and Trazadone
I got upset and nervous, I hung up the phone
would they come to get me?
I stared and stared at all my bottles of pills
Used all of my will anxiety filled
I struggled to put the bottle down
40 hours later I was found back in the psyche ward
on suicide watch 24/7 surrounded by guards and cops
Remeron and Ambient kept me chilling
I stayed on the ward for 9 short days
broke me out of my depression phase
hopeful to begin new ways
a new phrase in a new stage

S.S.D

2009-11-22T10:08:00.003+11:30

I head down to Social Security to get disability
they give me number 354B
there are a million people before me
they stumble around with canes
Joy says they’re not in pain
just playing games
I sit and wait
they call 664
he or she has disappeared from the floor
guess they got bored
calling 664
calling 664
last call for C664
everybody else ignores her call
the woman at the window shouts out through bullet proof glass
I overhear a conversation about a football game
I sit and wonder when they will call my number
will I get SSD for being insane and crazy?
because I don't have a cane just pain in my brain
I sit and space out and barely notice my number is flashed on the electronic
display
I dash from my chair the woman at the window wonders why the delay
she wants my Social Security number
she hits the computer keyboard with a few mouse clicks
132 68 6906
You applied before but you must do it once more
She gives me an interview date says don't be late
I Buy a banana cake
By mistake I get food stains on one of the papers
I question now that this process has begun
When will it be done?
As I leave the papers get blown down the street with a sudden breeze
I run around trying to retrieve

(((((((((( gcast up front again )))))))))

2009-11-12T07:06:00.001+11:30

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2009-11-11T15:24:00.001+11:30

DEATH COMES AT BREAKFAST

2009-11-06T03:15:00.000+11:30

I wonder when I’ll be 6 feet under
we are all running out of time
running short on days minutes and seconds
inside most of us feel like we will never die
that’s the biggest lie
we hide in our days and bask in the moments of life
life envelops our five senses
another juncture commences
time does not last on a clock
as we cling to this earth rock
the world spins
that we live in
are you grounded in reality?
or lost in a fantasy
the presence of life is too much
I want to escape adopt a different consciousness that makes more sense
I get drowned in the routine of the daily diurnal mundane ho hum of the days outcome
I succumb to repetitiveness the dawn has spun
brushing my teeth going to the bathroom to seek bladder relief
on a common search for more peace
maybe it’s blowing in the southeasterly wind
existence overwhelms my senses from my dome piece
so much to see
so much to feel
so much to experience
running through my hands like water
I try to catch every raindrop
I smell the sweet scent of hyacinth blowing in a Washington Heights breeze
the rubber of my shoes feel the contact of the street
as I walk sweat starts to run slowly
gravity causes it to run down my rib cage
fully engaged in this surreal instant
I try to stay brave and ride the essence of this time wave
I see a new morning in the distance as I breathe in this illusion
this virtual reality smacks me like a hit from a crack pipe
like a line of potent coke
similar to sticky buds that make my lungs choke
here comes the 24/7 ready or not
what’s the nightly plot
I try to see the future and all I see is black licorice
the drapes are drawn on my tomorrows
I rack my brain to find out what follows
I get tracked by shadows and sorrows
sitting slumped on a concrete tree stump
on top of a garbage dump
gazing out at a foggy mist
hiding the sky from my eyes that evoke personal disasters
wondering what comes after
in the wake of a mental break I seek tranquility in a whirlwind of trouble
seeking something normal
in the midst of a cataclysmal event
seeking an early dismissal
will more calendars be thrown my way?
while I slowly decay akin to all the other animals humans that came before me
the end of me will end my humanity
I get filled with anxiety at the actuality that one day I will no longer be
my birth date was when I jumped out the womb gate into this matrix
I was an accident
parents had no intent to birth another child
I sit and stare at the clock
I watch my side burns and chin hairs turn gray
death is coming my way
I can't get around the fact that I will no longer hear sounds words that rush from my skull will be hushed for all eternity
a brief period to lament to resent then I drink it in and become sunset
my ears hear train sounds
death is not fair but it makes me more aware

THEBITCH

2009-11-02T20:59:00.002+11:30

The daily stress gets on my chest
I’m constantly put to the test little time to rest
Another conquest as I invest in the mess
All this stress makes me scream to the extreme - let off some steam
too many battles and fisticuffs things get rough
Trying to break from the past wish it was faster but it’s an on going disaster
Need to get a break from all the mistakes that lie in my wake
Want to punch a hole in the world - rage catches me in a catastrophe
I try to break free with a help me plea
Problems swirl and bubble like a cooking stew never seem through
Solutions over do what can I do
Phone calls shrill in the middle of the night a psychopath haunts me - prods me for a fight
I shut off my cell and try to escape this mental rape
Patch me through to my descendant I resent your belligerent constant arguments
it makes no sense you dumb bitch follow the judges judgment
In court back and forth I seek an order of protection but receive a rejection
I get the word they refuse to serve but I am undeterred
March back to the injustice system with a lawyer in tow and a girlfriend to show
maybe this time they’ll listen
This time will be different
I need a significant change a break from the mentally deranged thinks I am insane
But she’s the one playing the games
Writing me letters - you know what it’s better we’re not together
Don’t pick up the phone if my son is not home all I want from you is to be left the hell alone
They all shall see you’re constantly calling me we have a stipulation to deal with this situation
I worry about my child with your rage your style so hostile you act like a spoiled child
The court will not condone your cover is blown
it shall be known you’re the one who’s crazy

THE DEAL

2009-11-02T11:42:00.002+11:30

We jumped that iron horse on a southbound course
Heading to the east village on a bombing run and a drug deal yeah for real
Weed runs out - marijuana drought
wanna cop that ounce that O Z of fresh trees
to place in the pipe and light
it's late night
the east village is packed
with bar hopping wolf packs
we weave thru the mass mad fast
She did not tell the dude I was coming
dealers can get crazy paranoid
new costumers and new people they try 2 avoid
they sometimes get annoyed
She rings his bell he answers cuz he wants this sell
The lobby door opens we enter the center like entertainers
bending the first floor corner
He opens the apartment door weed smoke mixed with cigarettes cancer and a contact high is what I can get
smoke hangs in the stank windowless apartment that resembles the bat cave
He eyes me suspiciously she quickly introduces me plainly
He pulls up a dirty white chair so I sit there
Weights and a total gym are strewn around the tiny one bedroom
covered in doom
colors of gray and black clash with a large off white abstract oil painting
his abode is blanketed in joint ash
the painting rises above his head with a jagged slash
he sits on a black disheveled couch scattered with miscellaneous papers
the painting peaks like a white smoky mountain
the domicile is eclipse with dusty trash
she passes him the cash
in exchange he gives over a portion of his stash
He’s watching cable TV of people fighting with swords fire hoses and karate
he sits up and rolls a thick dope doobie
it’s nearly perfect like a cigarette
time passes instantaneously
the J gets past and burns fast
I give him a sticker
He flings it on the jumble of papers
She is feeling the high the next swap no is the reply
We say later to the guy and hello to a get high

Can it get any worse?

2009-11-01T11:06:00.002+11:30

When the shit hits the fan it makes your whole life stink
My landlord wants to evict me because I have a mental illness and write wall poetry
My job is trying to fire me while I am on sick leave
My X wife constantly calls to harass me and leaves 21 messages all of them equally nasty
My X girl friend who is my coworker made up a story that I verbally attacked her and blocked the door so she could not leave
She texted and called me endlessly
I told her quietly politely please I am sick don’t bother me
She told me she was going to throw out all my shit and promptly
I am under investigation for saying fuck while teaching for the department of education
I am $30,000 dollars in debt
I owe Steel Gym, Chase credit card, HSBC, Time Warner Cable, my divorce lawyer and Con Edison
Dr Jane Saltzman my general practitioner who should not be practicing medicine
Refused to listen to me told me to go to emergency immediately when I called her to discuss my condition she hung up on me refused me the medication that I need to function normally her Hippocratic oath is hypocrisy
My x psychiatrist refused to give me the medical papers for my job and every time I went to see her she brought out papers for me to sign myself into the local psychiatric facility
I have heavy withdrawal from Lexipro itching, scratching, chills and cold the prototypical results of a junkie going cold
My new Psychiatrist switches my medicine to Geodon at first it feels like a godsend
But then its many side effects kicked in
Vomiting diarrhea and deep colon shit that seem like there was no end to its excretions
After that night of shitting I lost around 10 pounds
Pacing the house with sudden energy I did not know who I was momentarily
I have a mental illness so it’s harder for me to exist that’s why I scream stop this society

I AM DUBBLEX

2009-11-01T11:06:00.001+11:30

VOTES DIE

2009-10-31T11:06:00.001+11:30

This election
This unnatural selection
Rejection of the truth
What really went down in the election booth?
Did they count the vote note you wrote?
Or did they delete it remote
Modems get hijack
No paper facts on a die bolt touch screen
Smoke screen
I want to scream
As W once again has been deemed supreme
By the Right Wing Neo-Conservative Regime
As Native American
Latinos
And Africans
Stand in long soviet lines
Are harassed and attacked
How could it be that exit polls are wrong?
59 million strong chanting mass hysteria song
They live in a delusion of spin
That is spun
Unable to understand t
That gore and Kerry really won
CNN, Fox and many daily’s
Provide the fodder that the public chews
Swallowed digested and regurgitated on the nightly news
But still next time
Let’s not rock the vote
Or vote or die
But lets make sure over votes don’t die

Jusin Cabrera posts my pics

2009-10-23T05:00:00.005+11:30

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A young dude, Justin Cabrera, caught some pics in our hood.

He wrote, "Hi my name is Justin and I've seen your work around the hood.
1st time i saw your work was on the 1 train elevator on 181's street.
very nice work hope you enjoy the photo's :D"

I GOT MAD SKILLS

2009-10-21T12:37:00.003+11:30

Watch my flow spill
So dope you ask for refills
Designated to be creative
Poetry is my native language
I dangle words over the edge
Smell my intentions
Sixth sense my rhythm like an oncoming schism
I got mad skills I cheat death with my every breath
With my inhales and exhales I break from my mental jail
The incarceration and prison of depression
Trying to crack the bulletproof roof of war waged every day inside my dome cage
Faced with daymares
trying to put circles into squares
A daily madness
a perpetual sadness
But I got mad skills
I turn Jedi mind tricks with Bruce Lee kicks
when I am caught in the thick of darkness
I scramble for the daylight
out a sight
I scream as my life reignites
I sink to the depths of the abyss
Submerged like an iceberg I kiss the bliss
On a roller coaster a falling elevator with no breaks plummeting to the basement
Falling faster than a sky diver with a no parachute
somehow I’m a survivor
trying to figure out how to stay live-er
I travel to the brink of madness and back like a dare devil acrobat
I got mad skills I am a whirlwind of thought caught
a 200-mile per hour twister blows threw my neurons
while I drop lyrical bombs
I stay on like Con Ed
words break danced in my head then fled
I move in slow motion and still come in first
A chain of words bursts from my brain
Certifiably insane - still I maintain
Absconded from the psyche ward
Repelled out the window with my microphone cord
been sedated and heavily medicated
I survived staying creative
Locked up long nights
they took all my pens so I could not write
I scribbled in crayons
they could not break my poetic bonds
Dubble handcuffed in the back of squad car
I still played air guitar
Cuz I got mad skills

RECENT INACTIVITY

2009-10-17T05:21:00.007+11:30

collaborations: my handwriting styles combines with Joy's sketches and words.
http://joyleftowsblog.blogspot.com

collaboration: sketch by violetart (joy leftow) in sharpie marker from beginning to end
writing by Dubblex

Writings by dubblex

Dubblex Graffiti

2009-10-12T15:43:00.000+11:30

I am a spray can with a wall of possibilities
I shoot out in all directions and tag up infinity
With a psychedelic kaleidoscopic of eternal hope
I float through time with my rhyme
I walk backward thru my past lives
And understand there is only one day
One minute one second one small tick of the clock
That’s why I got to rock the spot non-stop
I am swirls of Jackson Pollock paint spilling and exploding in a black universe
Streaking light years past the sun I am lost and found in a vortex the ever-drifting DubbleX reaching for the apex
Shake up this Rustoleum Aerosol spraying graffiti like Van Gogh Picasso and Miro

Once you go Mac you never go back

2009-10-09T01:49:00.012+11:30

I use to have two PCs
both running different versions of Microsoft windows
viruses lived in the shadows
it constantly crashed and was slow on downloads
it took half an hour to start up
seemed like it was always stuck
One time the hard drive died
I lost all the poems I had stored inside
The computer was infested
spyware everywhere
constant pop ups like popcorn
I looked at it with deep scorn
once it started up it would not shut down
many times I wanted to slam it to the ground
It was slower then a traffic jam everyday a new update for PC
endless daily Norton anti-virus updates
a new threat of some Trojan horse or bug made me wanna do drugs
I would try to upgrade windows un-operating systems
I had Windows
-------95,
------------98,
---------------Millennium 2000
-----------------------------------XP
-------------------------------------and Vista
they all made me break out in fever blisters
made no difference
called my friend for aid
yet another fix and upgrade
I found myself watching the little white hourglass
as once again it crashed
left me scratching my ass
praying to Bill Gates that he’d make it go fast
I installed more memory but it didn’t solve the problem for me
It started to restart on it’s own
while I was right in the middle of some artistic zone
Applications suddenly close
Next the computer froze
I’d have to reboot
my computer i want to shoot
My software had back doors
Working with it was such a chore
I was always running low on gigabytes
had me mad uptight
trying to install and uninstall programs
when a virus or problem began
again my computer got wiped
un-operating system fright
my first experience with apple was an iPod colored black
I liked I tunes but pretty soon on a PC again there were problems for me

my PC had strange places called bios this too I had to learn and be concerned
every once in a while I’d see the blue screen of death
told me my PC had hard nothing left
was on its last binary breath
Just when I reached my wits end I met my girlfriend
she gave me a Mac G4 bringing my PC use to a pause
The first shock was I could have lots of applications open and it would not stop
my mouth just dropped
The hard drive had lots more space my PC got quickly replaced I moved my music files to itunes and smiled

It took less then a minute to begin it
And I easily became familiar with mac though it’s not similar to PC it just shows you how to use it naturally

2.66GHz Intel Core 2 Duo processor
--------------------2Giga Bytes of memory
----------------------------------500 Giga Byte hard drive I felt alive

I started making music
itunes, garageband and iphoto – for everything I use it
I got the iMac now I’ll never go back so many features so easy to use
Videos, documents photos and it doesn’t crash - threw my PC in the trash
Cleared up my PC blues free at last free at last

My Playlist

2009-09-28T08:17:00.005+11:30

I listen to my iPod
It blocks out the sounds of things around
Especially when riding the train uptown and down
16 gigabytes of room for applications and iTunes
2726 songs my play list is mad long got Louie Armstrong
I've got Coltrane to Prince's Purple Rain
Public Enemy and EPMD Run DMC Sly and Robbie
Nine-Inch Nails and Rage Against The Machine Michael Jackson’s Billy Jean
Alice in Chains to Bad Brains Big Daddy Cane Little Wayne to House of Pain
Curtis blow to Fat Joe
Biz Markey and Barrington Levy to Young Jeezy AC/DC to Jay-Z
Akon and Little Jon
Amy Winehouse to Eek-A-Mouse
B.B. King and Jimi Hendrix Little Wing
Bernie Man and The Wu Tan Clan
Bahamadia to Aaliyah to Monica Carlos Santana to Nervana
Billie Holiday to Morris Day Macy Gray Marvin Gaye
Bob Marley and Lee Scratch Perry
David Bowie to The Brand New Heavies
Buckwheat Zydeco to Agustus Pablo D'Angelo Lupe Fiasco Cool G Rap with D J Polo Nelly Furtado
Ceila Cruz to John Lee Hooker singing the blues
DJ Cam to Yellow Man Pearl Jam MC Shan
Cream to The Dream
Eric B. and Rakim to Eminem
Black Sabbath to The Smiths
Parliament Funkadelic to Funkmaster Flex and DMX and Annie Lennox
On shuffle I wonder what will be next
De La Soul Depeche Mode Dilated Peoples
Stevie Wonder to Stevie Ray Vaughn to Sarah Vaughn
Red Hot Chili Peppers Def Leppard Mos Def to The Fresh Prince and DJ Jazzy Jeff
I get my MP3's illegally
back in the day of Napster
before you had to pay
I never tire of music I get from Limewire
Erykah Badu Sade to Beyonce
Incubus Fabolous Newcleus to Thelonious
Janis Joplin Led Zeppelin to Tracy Chapman Malcolm Marclen to Smashing Pumpkins
Korn Lauryn Hill to Cyprus Hills
Les Nubians to The Brand Nubians
Lou Reed to Creed
Dread Zeppelin Ornette Coleman
Mikey Dread and The Grateful Dead to The Talking Heads
OutKast Eartha Kit to Limp Bizkit to Nas’s Illmatic
Sly and the Family Stone Grace Jones Nina Simone to the Rolling Stones
UB40 U2 to Tupac
They all rock

GRAFFITI All CITY

2009-09-26T11:54:00.001+11:30

I had to get up ~ tag up like a disease
My hand to the marker would freeze
Never got busted by the police
My vandalism did increase
Made me a graffiti sticker beast
Spray paint, steel ball - shaking feast
Busting colors like caps
Sticker slaps
The world and I would interact
Fat markers in pockets packed
To get my name fame
Artistic acclaim for the graffiti insane
Those who died writing on trains
Scaling walls and road over hangs
Those crews and gangs
For FC and MPC and living graffiti legends like CRASH and LEE
I used to live and die graffiti
From marker stains
to the chemical smell of permanent markers swirling and bleeding into black books for artistic crooks
For city marching over dark blocks
tagging up and hitting perfect spots
Blending colors of icy grape
make wild style shapes
Midnight bombing runs
Burners and throw ups
Getting raided and buffed
to high speed fence jumping
running to escape 5 0
to staring down a graffiti rival
Fat caps and bubble letters
Standing on the shoulders of others reaching high spots with paint that last forever
Outsmarting drips
Cutting marker tips
From dazed eyes from too many forty dog sips
Drawing crazy characters with blunts dangling from African lips
From dissing toys with my homeboys
Getting that jungle green piece rolling over elevated tracks
back when wack meant wack!
Sitting for hours just watching window down and full car flats
The 149th street writers’ bench
Before graffiti went to Europe and spoke French
Before the clean trains erased the name fame
I loved seeing my name rolling IRT, BMT and MTA trains

Congress was in session

2009-09-23T14:10:00.003+11:30

to apologize for 400 years of oppression
in succession
America are you really sorry for the slave ships
for the bull whips
for the lynching and raping
for killing of slaves who were escaping
it’s a hole in your history that still is gaping
the selling and buying
of humanity
could you not see that this was insanity
the looting of nations for their population
did this not bring some consternation
where is the give back for lifetimes of free labor and breaking of backs
to the billions of dollars make off of crops and cotton stacks
America look over the facts
this land is a ceiling and floor filled with bleeding cracks
Is your apology done down on bended knee
To try to forget the atrocity with little civility
A monetary apology for those descendants of slavery
Would be a better way to try to say sorry
For the mass graves of African slaves
The separation of families
America this is your history
It’s like an open wound no way to shut it
murders, raping and maiming
I am sorry just doesn’t cut it

More shots from New York City streets

2009-09-16T09:54:00.007+11:30

Citizenry Got No Health Care?

2009-09-09T11:24:00.003+11:30

I ain't got no health care

ain't got no Welfare or Medicaid

It's medical warfare

HMO's got to go

They lead to early funerals

When coverage gets denied people die

We are the only first world country who refuse its people the opportunity for free health care

It’s a daily nightmare

should be a right of our citizenship in this land of the rich

the government should pay to take care of its own instead we’re left on our own while insurance companies pray on us, like vultures they roam

no one is left to atone their behavior should not be condoned

instead it's cloned affecting home after home

HMOs bottom line is making money that's why so many requested procedures are declined saving the sick is a waste of their time

How many more years shall they continue with death on the menu so many get screwed abused and misused

Many can't afford to pay so they are turned away by hospitals to their sure early decay

A sad situation played out across the nation over paying for medication they are getting wealthy off our generation

What will it take for this country to change its policies to not take advantage of the sick and needy

Too many bankrupt because they can't cough up

They need cash flow for an operation meant to save their life, one delay turns into another doctors don’t get paid for procedures insurance don’t cover

it's time to speak up and not stay shut

Make congress pass a bill for free affordable health care it's everywhere except here

How many more people have to die

How many more people will be placed in deep debt while insurance companies show no regret for the quality of life they forfeit

claiming standard procedures are experimental

the deaths that come as a result are not accidental

health care should be a right that’s fundamental

check out the short video of former Labor Secretary Robert Reich explaining what a public option for healthcare coverage means for us at Bravenew Films.

more graffiti

2009-09-05T13:23:00.003+11:30

DubbleX Chilling At Crib

2009-09-04T08:55:00.005+11:30

these photos are property of Joy Leftow courtesy of her. She asked me to pose in front of my dreadlock poem scrawled on my wall one manic night.

We bring our words to the street

2009-09-03T11:43:00.006+11:30

The Loctician

2009-08-28T04:22:00.004+11:30

My dreadlocks grow from small peas mad narrow
They sprang from tight rolled twisted nigga naps
clamped together and latched they grow with me attached
they swing and cling to my shoulders,
warm my ears in the winter
They hold memories of my child's birth
Conceived my lock's seed
in same calendar year as he
My dreadlocks toss fear in the hearts of onlookers
and catch the eyes of cops
They attract women to compliment and bald men to resent
They make me drip in the summer and cool my neck from the sun
My dreads collect raindrops and soft pillowy snowflakes
get me rejected and make people wonder
If I smoke weed, if I blaze trees
if I speak that rastafari with “irie dem help we”
They get me second looks and no looks
they make me friends and instant foes
you know my dreads make you wonder
if I'm a criminal or a dealer, or healer,
or if I'm hustling for the minimal
My dreadlocks get me searched, stopped, followed when I shop
So the militant in me steps up to my gangster bop
My dreadlocks grow from my brown skin
within the combination of the two often offend,
gets me glares and stares so sometimes
I act mad ghetto and put on a show
My boss asked me how long I'm gonna let them grow
I think I don't know but once my dreads go where my dreads go and I go
I'd like to see them grow to 2080 maybe
If you have to know, I'd like to see them grow like I've seen 'em,
they been with me when I was lonely, helped me hold my sanity
they were there in my despair when my marriage went beyond repair
I dread in my son's hair over here, this is my ex-lover's hair here,
and another lover over there, this dreads over here is kinda new
they grew as I grew since I made this stage move
My dreads are my night pillows
They sat with me and gave me comfort in a jail cell
Gave me comfort in that church hell
Some are braided, others sun faded it's been stated
Very long I waited for these locks to grow
they teach me patience and persistence
with kemi oil and sunshine they glisten
it's not a hairstyle
it's a life style after a while
waiting to dry for a day,
they hold life's moisture in its brown coils
my dreads stand for the lion inside of me
that can't be killed by society
The Nyabinghi Mansions, branches of Rastafari
came down from the hill to defeat Napoleon
The power of the African motherland
And now the white man's twisting dreads with his hands
just hope he understands when he does he's given praise to the Black man

visit my partner's blog
Joy's Poetry Blog

MY BLACK HAIR STORY

2009-08-26T13:28:00.009+11:30

Back in the day I had an Afro that extended out into the universe like Saturn’s rings

I’d walk up and down city streets

wrote and stickered many things - dreamt I would be a graffiti king

Back in the day I wore a Jeri curl and cornrows

played basketball and dodged swinging elbows

Back in the day I would drink underage

knocking back Absolute Cranberry Vodka to get very drunk

Back in the day I sported an Afro – I let it grow for many years

high and wide busting out from all sides

I tamed my Afro into braids

down my shoulders they cascaded

My fingers working to interweave that weave

Before my braid days I sported a high top fade

Fucked around with Jeri curls - used to wear waves

Slept with a silky black do rag skull cap

Sometimes it was hard to nap if it was too tight at night

Come morning time my forehead would have deep do rag line

I threw on that green hair food for that ultra shine around 89

I remember one time I insisted on getting twisted

used small colorful rubber bands grabbed up a couple of hair strands

and twisted with my hands.

Rubber bands held the twist in place but as soon as I washed my hair

they were no longer there disappeared into thin air

Another time I wanted dreads

I poured honey and lemon juice on my head

I didn’t wash my hair for a month the hair had quite a funk.

My hair began to lock

Then I cut it all off and put my whole world in shock, made everyone rock

Before cutting the dreads I washed them

found lemon seeds in my natty from my lemon juice spray

I was still crazy back in the day

Afterwards, for many years I kept it cut at a level one - my scalp exposed to the sun

One day I decided I wanted my dreads back so I brought two jars of beeswax

but low and behold the dreads wouldn’t hold

so I went to the beauty saloon to get my dread on.

They twisted me up - wished me good luck –

told me not to wash my hair for at least six weeks

my ex-wife started to complain that I reeked.

The dreads grew long after some time once again I cut my hair down real low

Thought I was gonna go work for a corporation so wanted to present myself professional

Now, once more I wanted my dreads back

broke out that old jar of beeswax

sat and twisted this time I commanded them grow and grow

So finally now from high top fades braids and Afros I have come full circle

Back to my dream I think I’ll let my dreads grow to 2080 maybe

More Pics

2009-08-25T05:07:00.005+11:30

Graffitti in our hood

2009-08-19T17:25:00.003+11:30

I want that tattoo sleeve

2009-08-12T18:27:00.003+11:30

I want artwork dripping down from the top of my shoulders to my wrist
This doesn’t exist yet but if I insist on one thing on my to do list
I want Rodin the thinking man sitting on a rock covered in dreadlocks
A constellation of stars twinkling in a colorful nebula
Graffiti tags mixed with elegant pieces
Rolling trains in flames and flying eagles
My pockets cannot support my ambitions to commission the rendition
So I scribble on my brown skin with ink pens not near the equivalent of my intent
My money is so quickly spent
On child support and rent
My girlfriend says a sleeve will be $7,000
She knows a guy in PA and one day when I can pay $100 an hour
I can get shit started maybe get the outline design
Daily I evaluate tattoos I see on city summer streets
As the pressing heat reveals multicolored skins inked in
spider webs on elbows
Yellow and red flames on forearms
Scripted names on necks
Depicted crosses
Skulls and devil heads
Baby feet for young dead
Hearts and picturesque landscapes
Tribal black lines in twisted designs
Winding dragons with flashing swords
Piano keys with noted chords
Salamanders and trees
Butterflies stars and Celtic swirls
Pictures of naked sexy girls
Motorcycles castles and loved ones’ faces
Lasts a lifetime never erases

Jumping tigers and flying fairies it’s all so enticing
Flower arrangements with abstract impressions
Tattoos cover lower backs buttocks and bellies
Calves breast and chest
Half sides of faces
all types of places
I dream about my tattoos
Wonder if it will scare or bruise me
How much pain it will inflict
With thousand of tiny nicks
My girlfriend tells me about the pain
The back and forth over the skin in the same spot
You want the guy to stop be he will not
If you want the style and color to be hot
She tells me a lot of people get shit on their arms
That has no charm
Ugly tattoos that look unprofessional
People stop her every where she goes when she lets her tat show
Sometime soon I hope to go to Pennsylvania
When I get my tax return
Grit my teeth for that needle burn
Soon it will be my turn

My thoughts run wild

2009-08-10T09:28:00.002+11:30

like fire
ideas burn quick
like candle wicks
I switch on the switch
and carry on
my thoughts run wild like a cheetah
or a lion chasing a fleeing zebra
wild like a dog pack
my thoughts melt in your mind like an ice pack
my thoughts run wild in New York City’s naked streets
I roar my words like a tiger
my thoughts run wild like a fire
they burn through paper
they torment my brain
leaving me only partially sane
or completely deranged
but never the same
my thoughts run wild
like a nervous web surfer
a channel flipper
an exotic stripper
Sinking and sinking
I keep thinking and thinking
My mind is on rapid fire
More thoughts are required
More of them transpire
I get inspired
A poetic crier
Drowning in thoughts till I expire
My thoughts misfire and peak
They go so deep sometimes I can’t speak
My thoughts run wild
they escape me
Too many lost memories
It’s a travesty
My brain becomes a graveyard
Recalling things are simply too hard
I try to capture my thoughts in a net
So I won’t forget
They run like a bullet from a handgun
I get spun
Don’t know where they all come from
Like an on going chess game in my brain
Sweet thoughts like sugar cane

Depressing thoughts like suicide
Makes me wish I could hide from life
Next instant I’m riding high
Feel like the whole world’s on my side
My thoughts run wild - they need to be tamed
Instead my head is inflamed
My thoughts run wild like a fire
Medication is my water hose
It shuts off the word rain
I wish I could shut off my brain
Just when I thought the thought fire was out again it rose
My thoughts run wild like a neglected foster child
Beguiled by life lied and reviled
Thrown from reality locked out of society wishing for sobriety
The voices inside grow louder and louder as I’m ripped of my sanity

Neighborhood Graffiti

2009-08-08T08:18:00.006+11:30

2009-08-04T11:34:00.002+11:30

My words are armed and dangerous

2009-08-03T12:48:00.002+11:30

I wage a war of words
My words are my missiles
When I get hot they sizzle
My daggers
My arrows
My nuclear bombs
My words are my bullets my hand grenades
My Jimi Hendrix machine gun rain
My words are Star Wars storm troopers and Jedi Nights
My soldiers
My bayonet
My razor blades
A noose around your neck
My words wage war against war
Against discrimination
Against racist nation
My words attack social norms
They make anger thunder
Electrify the sky when I brain storm
My words fight against lies
Against evictions
Against this system
My words explode on impact
Burn with the fire of a 5-alarm blowback
My words and I march into combat
I am my words my words are I
We wage an image war and win over society
Shatter
Fire!!!!!!!!!

HISTORY REPEATS ITSELF

2009-08-02T07:34:00.004+11:30

People still talk about WWII
Hitler killing Jews, the holocaust
the high cost of war accosts
Americans get squeamish when it comes to talking about slavery
25 million killed in the middle passage
America longs to forget 500 years
Shows no regret no reparation checks
Accepts no responsibility to repay the slavery debt
That happened long ago
Yet they keep talking about The Founding Fathers
They were freedom robbers
Stop talking about Christopher Columbus
His ships were filled with us
Just the word slavery makes Americans turn their heads
Please slavery is dead they say
Oh really? I say
The psych ward, the street corner
And the prison is where they put us instead
America made its riches off the backs of blacks
Yet they get very squeamish when you mention this fact
The souls of my Ancestors haunt generations of whites
For a time will come when they shall be slaves for life

I love John Coltrane...

2009-07-25T12:21:00.003+11:30

No doubt I do. I wrote a poem in his honor and although it's already in the blog I'll put it up again here because I just set that shit to music and want you to appreciate both at the same time. Joy chose the musical piece and then I mixed 2 pieces to do my musipoem. Damn that garage band is the bomb!

Tribute to John Coltraine

Be bop poem
Rip rocken
Sure shocken
Be boppen
Get things poppen
Drown in the avalanche of sound
Smooth riffs of saxophones
Drum and bass a cacophony of tones
Jazzy melodies and 20-minute solos
In the flow it goes
Listen to him blow up and down the scale
Climbing to the top the cat sure can wail
He's a musical genius, tremendous
The bass and sax make you tingle and relax
He's a legend of jazz
Pushing it to out of breath
His breath control circular breathing
Look close, you can see his chest heaving
Covering the night club with a musical flood
Sound so bold and bright playing deep into the night
Fingers quick in a split kicking off licks
He makes it look so easy and sound so ready
Accompanied by a throbbing bass and drumming pace
Like busting through darkness
His sound drips then gushes
He lived that lush life high as a kite, drinks or smack he could play that sax
Expressing emotions and feeling his be bop beat no one else could compete so unique and complete be free style or off the sheet
he captured the vibe of city streets
Back in the day that man could play
Fast or slow sweet and mellow
He played like the sound of a sunrise
He played like the sound of the dawn
Quiet like whispers of nightfall
The beat of heavy rainfall, deep in the jungle call
Notes squealing and squeaking like his instrument was speaking kept peaking the next level seeking
Made you feel something playing music sounding like running so stunning backed by drumming bass fingers strumming
He uncovered explored and opened sounds to his sax roar
want more want more
how that melody did soar in score after score
The cymbal and the high hat the toe tap
Plays filling the empty spaces a colorful oasis with rhythm chases
guides our ears through a maze of amazing solos the way you blow
Like no other like no other
Saxophone smothered
There you go again blowing like a northeasterly wind
So free so easy so easy so free
Holding those high notes making music float playing in the haze of your dope
Your music stands the test of time
It is everlasting forceful blasting
I like to listen to you in my different mind states help me escape
I want to ride that Blue Train
With My Favorite things
Making that soprano sax sing
Want to make my Ascension with Giant Steps
To the Afro Blue Impression
To Meditations
Got to hear that Love Supreme
From the Blue Note to The Village Vanguard
You were kicking it heavy and hard
Getting down with Monk and Miles
That free jazz invented your own style

Say It Louder

2009-07-07T15:21:00.000+11:30

I say word and my words are heard over the sound of the rushing herd I emerge with words heard all over the universe I try to splurge on my flashy words that I merge say word say word in agreement of my poetic achievement say word as I mix the vocal rhyme to a frenzy say word as I MC to eternity say word as I try to elevate my mind state say word and sit back and watch me operate say word as I try to make the world shake say word as I originate a verbal chef words I bake then cool to refrigerate to try to effect your mind state say word say word

back in time to rhyme

2009-07-07T15:17:00.001+11:30

I am a spray can with a wall of possibilities
I shoot out in all directions and color infinity
With a psychedelic kaleidoscopic of eternal hope
I float through time with my rhyme
I walk backward thru my past lives
And understand there is only one day
One minute one second one small tick of the clock
That’s why I got to rock the spot non-stop
I am swirls of Jackson Pollock paint spilling exploding in a black universe
Streaking light years past the sun I am lost and found in a vortex the ever-drifting dubblex

Carnal knowledge

2009-07-01T09:52:00.000+11:30

My fingertips hunt your flesh
I long for your embrace
Like a parched man yearns for chilled liquids
In my mind I envision you threadbare and naked
Panting for my affections
My soul dripping with passion
I study your ways and moves like a sailor navigates the seas
Determined to stir you to love me
I will control your responses to my advances
The romances and heartfelt glances
My hands, mouth and lips take their chances
As a wild animal looking for a mate
I stalk you as if my life depended on it
You live my tomorrows
You bear my future forth
I surrender to the past
Deny thee
Refuse me
Reject me
My desires overpower you
Like a North Shore wave
My desires toss you asunder
Intoxicate you
Release my serotonin rush of my concupiscence
With that - fully conquer you

rock the casbah

2009-06-23T15:34:00.003+11:30

Today I rock the mic with all my might
in broad daylight to the crowds delight
I go on night after night
till I disappear out of sight
It's my pleasure to double the measure
digging up words like buried treasure
kicking lyrics that last forever
Sometimes the mic is my only companion
since I was mad young begun to drop rhymes off my tongue
way back from the womb I was sprung
from day one I was getting at it son
to become an architect of a rhyming dialect
the words I select come to wreck the set
my voice beats and booms and covers the room
and pretty soon you feel the rhythm of my a cappella tune
I am consumed with words in a poetic vacuum
I don’t know how to stop
coming at you like a karate chop reaching inner city blocks
spreading in waves like an aftershock
some day I hope to get my props
before death comes and I am dropped 6 feet under
until that day I will continue to rock
like a rhyming robot
I just feel this rhythmic need
Shooting words like my seed
Is my daily deed
Cut me and watch my words bleed
Trying to stay on the cutting edge
Wanting to jump off the ledge
But I don’t want to leave all my words behind
Getting lost in my own mind

We all die

2009-06-02T14:05:00.001+11:30

I keep running from death
But it stays on my right and left
It follows me daily
Drains me of energy
I can’t escape the day
When I’ll be in the grave
Subjected to decay
Each sunrise I wonder if it will be the last one my eyes will see
I can’t stop my demise
Gray hairs and wrinkles accumulate
The time is getting late
I keep trying to create while awaiting my fate
There was a time I wasn’t here
Again I’ll disappear I fear
Don’t know how far or how near
Death follows us like shadows
Like red laser beams like poison tipped arrows
The clock is always ticking
Time is always running
Chasing us displacing us erasing us
So put on your best running shoes
Put the petal to the metal as you try to out run that bitch
But there is no way to hit the off switch
As you realize this is it
Time is almost done and what have you accomplished
We run and run and run but it still comes
It strikes some silently others violently
Everyday filled with its scent
It’s so unpleasant
Coffins and funerals
Is daily and usual
To the highest numerals
Wish there could be some way to slow down or stop time
It’s like that on coming train that’s rolling down the line
Death gets us all
Wealthy or impoverished we all get finished
From kings to junkies
Young to old
Death takes its toll
So let’s live while we still got time
Before that train comes down the line
Running out of time running out of time
Everyone wonders how they're going to die
That’s why when we see an accident we slow down when we drive by
We wonder how will our end come
Be it cancer, heart disease or suicide

Ms Liberties Endless Hunger

2009-05-13T13:28:00.001+11:30

New York City seduces men
flashing her 42 teeth
calling them to her streets
with her castled skyline
and cash money sunshine
she holds out hopes of fame
once here she swallows your name
the world is called by her pleasure
but New Yorkers know her pain

the island of Manhattan
is a body of land
surrounded by water
Inwood is her head
tracing down to a Washington Heights meringue nights neck
sloping to strong Harlem shoulders

Spanish Harlem her left arm
morning side heights her right
Central Park her green treed heart
Broadway = her main blood vein
midtown, her intestines
riding the subway north to south
down in her guts
I'll make it just in time
riding the local C line
hidden from the sunshine
will make it just fine

Slinging words around for sounds

2009-05-05T14:16:00.004+11:30

I call myself a poet because I stitch words together like a surgeon
I get this urge to scratch an itch to stitch it's my niche
Words come to me like soft whispered voices
they ring in my ears like magical bells
release a master piece paint a picture in your mind like van gogh when I am on my flow
that's how I roll scribbling on my electronic scroll
It's a battle in my mind to find the next line
my brain becomes obsessed with rhyme
possessed by time I pull words out my ass and dangle them in front of your eyes to memorize
I wanna burn my words in your skull tattoo them to your body
my verbal karate trying to reach out and touch everybody
words come and go like falling and melting snow I twist words like dreadlocks like a word sword with a gift to make images drift like sand is sifted I say my words like guitar riffs
they hang in the air like white smoke from a ganja spliff
want to get you high on my word supply
sit back and ride while my words are rattled off like a ghetto drive
by hitting their mark close to your heart like third rail sparks
arrows and poison tipped darts I hit my mark like a marksmen assassin striking again and again
I want to capture your full attention with the words I mention
want to bring you back to the now and make your forget yesterday caught in my word spray
I dictate my dictation to the poetry nation
an orator to bring elation with this new creation
My words hit the air and ignite like phosphorous
It’s a metaphor of a metamorphosis you can't resist what I spit

that wet pussy

2009-04-27T10:35:00.003+11:30

I want to come inside for a deep love ride
want to put every inch in that pussy pinch ever since we first met
wanted to make you wet
see how wet you can get
make that smooth pussy honey trickle and pour down all around
want you to want me to hunt me
wanna catch you in my clutches feel the rushes when fingers and lips touches ignite the flame torch of desire that flickering fire
as you burn and drip in between your hips
wet pussy sips as the dick gets slipped
you want me to go down on you like an avenue
get that close up view of those lower lips to French kiss - you insist
My hands run across your flesh and feel the edges of your skin
I want to penetrate
let me in let's begin and do it again and again
That wet pussy calls me screams at me wails like a siren
I want to screw you - do you - come through you
it's a calling your gap cunt bush slit is what I want to hit
to pipe let's do it right I want you to be my personal slut,
bust my nut
I want to advance on you like an army invading the enemy
enter your dark juicy warm hole with my cock pole
sometimes I don't know how to start how to embark
you say you want more foreplay I hate the delay
you say I am boring want more excitement is your indictment
but I want to get to your sweet honey pot with my black cock now a rock I can't stop
That wet pussy saturated wanting to get penetrated previously stated ejaculated
It's a battle of wills before my love spills
Who will come first I try to hold back and relax
all the thrusting makes me want to come fast
you want me to make it last
You want me to be more passionate but I am to lethargic
but once that pussy gets wet I am set
Wanna stick it dick it come thick with it can't hold back on a love attack

Fresh Punishment

2009-04-22T00:39:00.001+11:30

I got a record
not the one they play on radio stations
the one that plays in the police station
that gets you moved to a state facility
secure destination
a locked up location
correctional institution
they think jail is a solution
life never came at me correct
from birth, life’s treatment of me was suspect
filled with pain and neglect
mom’s stretching out the welfare check
living in a rat hole in a project
so now I got a record
from breaking and entering assault and armed robbery
they stick me in the penitentiary for half a century
my only education was the street
school didn’t reach me, didn’t teach me
labeled me Special Ed
never had a chance to get ahead
too many friends at a young age ending up dead
all I ever wanted was money
with a record like mine
after I’ve done my time
I have no choice but to commit more crime
who will hire me when they hear my record play,
I’ve sliced and diced mother fuckers like a DJ
no cats can survive on minimum wage
as I sit for my half a century- half my life
thinking how I can be better criminally
life gets worse I thirst for freedom
wish I could break my record and be done
as soon as I get out I know I’ll pick up my gun
not sure how not to live my life on the run

Rhyme Rotations

2009-04-18T03:06:00.001+11:30

when I touch a mic it turns to smoke
my rhymes burn like fire to make you choke
don't get too close cause you'll soon discover
you won't recover
rhymes so fresh you flat line to cardiac arrest
my words drippen wet with mad success
am smooth like a diamond
loud like a siren
still be spitten in my 60's
there's no retiren
am like quicksilver
got a sheen like silk
so fucken bad I can't help myself
striken like an assassin without you asken
I rotate like a revolution
burn out mics and leave exhaust pollution
am MC2 the only solution
my words work hard like prostitution
I'm dubblex
doing my microphone flex
with rhythmical reps
don't step to me cause I get vexed when I get upset

Life Is Do Or Die

2009-04-13T14:03:00.002+11:30

I am a mother fucking volcano
about to erupt
I spew word lava so get 3rd degree burns as I conduct this poem
mother fucken doctors should lock my ass up
I'm heating up
bubbling up
can't stay shut
words dance in my mind like a plie'
dancing a poetical ballet
As I relay the words I say
if my mouth was an automatic you'd get caught in my magazine gun spray
standing on the mountain top feeling the after shock
doing NYC with rhyme lava just like Pome Pei
A crazy ass nigga who rhymes to himself
is I and I, my friend myself
volcano lava is flowing from 0 to 60
red hot burning roots to trees
feel the hot breeze as I spit like a cobra
drunk or sober
even the skunks run from the smell of the word order
I try to hold it in
but there it goes again
your ears are always open so my words are coming in
listen closely then listen again
ash covers the sky a mile high
I told you from the start life is do or die
ain't no rain or water that will restore order
lava going catch you like an alien at the border
so here comes the slaughter
as body counts mount
the lava traps you - cuts off escape routes
volcanic word mechanic
I and I and out

trapped in a travesty

2009-04-08T13:06:00.004+11:30

And she's sniffing that whiffing that sniffing that whiffing that sniffing that

that, that, that, white shit, that good shit, that shit that makes you want to do back flips

its all in her nose like a fucking garden hose like a white powdered rose

that good shit, that snow, that china white, that blow, that nose candy, that boga sugar that coca cola

she’s fighting against herself against herself against her wealth against her health.

She's losing her mind this time, losing her mind this time, I think I am losing my mind this time, losing my mind

Its a back and forth to and fro blow for blow, its too much blow too much dough don't wanna be a mother fucking hoe sometimes that's how it goes when you got’s to get your blow

do you know how it feels to lose control of your soul, control of your soul something inside you folds not because its old filled with mold and negative holes something folds and crack like a black hole and you try and try can't bring it back

I wake up, I wake up and scream where the fuck am I at, I can't look forward and I can't get back, can't get back, get back, my get back has faded to black someone dropped ink on my map can't counter act am trapped i get bitch slapped by the facts

I am going to die no matter how hard I fucking try I am going to die, die, die

I take my vitamins, go to the local gym, check in with my doctor, but something inside of me keeps ticking and tell me it’s gonna end.

I wake up and sleep, eat, wash and rinse, repeat and put my big-ass feet on the filthy concrete

walk these streets, these streets and something inside of me bleeds I stare up at a sky I can barely see.

I want to remember everything about this place about your face about my life chase I grab every moment of my life and place it in a travel bag to take it with me, take it with me, I want to make, take these memories, these dreadlocks and smiles from strangers and the separation I feel that's real, take it with me, but take it where, take it where, where?

sometimes the space between me and you and you and i and me and you is so great so wide so deep so deafening that nothing can bridge it. I open my eyes to recall I am trapped inside myself unable to reach you unable to touch unable to grab you unable to really see you

I long for a day that this loneliness and isolation won't plague me like a virus

appear to live in my own world, exist in my own head until I am dead

Death is coming like a speeding comet like that stray bullet like that line drive that smashes your skull like that murder it’s coming - like the lotto numbers each day I wonder is today my lucky number hey you never know

never know when its your time to go, time to go, that last curtain call, that last trip to the mall, that last toke of weed, that last line of blow

time to go

WHEN YOUR MONEY IS SHORT

2009-04-04T07:01:00.001+11:30

When your money is short a train ride is expensive
A pack of gum out of question
You don’t even think about going to a movie
When your money is short
You work your hunches and fill up empty water bottles with pure faucet water
When your money is short
You look for sales on everything and can’t buy frivolous things
When a million commercials continuously inspire you not to purchase
When your money is short
You begin to steal for small items and meals you want but can’t pay for
You don’t even feel bad about it all anymore either
When your money is short
Your kids go without the right size shoes and clothes to small
When your money is short
Collection agency bills fill your mailbox plus a myriad of bills wanting to be paid
But you can’t pay them right now because your money is short
You wonder how long before eviction papers are served
How many more months can you hold on for when your money is short
You wish you could dip money in steroid cream and make it grow
You begin to play lotto and worst yet you think you might win
Your paycheck is always spent before you even get it
When your money is short

ABC

2009-03-30T13:01:00.001+11:30

They are programming their programming
You are programmed this is the scam
It’s as easy as ABC
Programmed when and where to shit
Programmed when to stand and sit
Programmed what to think and what to say
Good morning afternoons and good days
I am tired of their god damn program
Tired of the advertising scam
Tired of the bullshit ass movies on surround sound screens
The garbage music with all beat box machines
The glossy compost news and fashion magazines
They make me want to scream

BIKE AGAIN - written for Peter who was in an accident

2009-03-26T17:22:00.002+11:30

I will soon bike again
and drink the wind
I will once again watch my front wheel spin
once I heal from my broken shin
this dream will be a reality
can't wait to break these crutches
blow by the traffic like smoke
from blunt duchess
and I will once again sport my bike grin
and drink the wind

Bluetry by DubbleX with Violet

2009-03-22T04:04:00.003+11:30

Days vanish in the world pool of time grabbing a few moments before the tsunami of tomorrow washes away memories in a violent abrupt reality and leaves you clinging to a branch of yesterday pulled out to sea to swim in a thousand tomorrows to be drowned in the whirl pool of today

Proletarians keep staring and wondering what happen to their millions
Society did not make me crazy but it certainly is not good for my sanity
Joy forces circles into squares it works for her
Sometimes life is forcing circles into squares

You rescue me
You are my EMS my NYPD my NYFD my doctor my nurse
You care for me when at my worst
You quench my love thirst

I get so fucking tired of talking to machines
I say stuff and machines don’t know what I mean
I get so vexed I start to scream
I push cell buttons
I press 0 for the operator but only the machine talks to me
They program it so that it has a slightly husky partly raspy computer voice
They even have a machine that talks in a black voice

I am gonna die you’re gonna die too but before we all leave this whole worlds gonna know that we came thru am who I am and do what I do
You do what do you do you let the world know that Dubblex and Violet came through

the only people that drown are the ones that panic,
I wanta chill gotta try do or die
maybe one day man won't die
maybe one day people will no longer cry
maybe one day will come
When color is nothing more then a rainbow in the sun

Life is one drop of bittersweet wine don’t whine dropping off the lips of time-spilled fine wine the drop runs off the table and stains the rug, splash, a new design
Is this life span in time before your drop-splashed life love as long as this dash between birth and death last
These atoms represent me
They are nameless; they are contained in me
My atoms go deep to my soul energy
Everything you see is made of vibrating energy
These atoms are me labeled walking upside down in my spiritual anatomy

Human Trafficking

2009-03-19T16:21:00.003+11:30

started with slave ships
dark skinned Africans crossing the Atlantic
stripped whipped and cotton picked
started in the 1400’s
they stayed hungry and unfed
human traffic to drug smuggling heroin in swollen stomachs
balls of tightly wrapped plastic
moving in their intestines
hoping costumes will let them in
to Japanese street congestion to NYC Time Square walking pedestrians
destined to overlook this sin
Its red lights in the world’s red light districts
women peddled and sold to the rich treated like somebody’s bitch
their bodies bedded and abused
daily used as tools
they keep silent with head bent
deportation from this American nation
trapped in their situation
it’s the sex trade and young teens infected with aids
domestic human traffic
green light for illegal aliens with no green card a slavery prison without bars
Human traffic is the modern day slavery
in nations from a to z
women and children forced into prostitution
beaten in seclusion
it’s in the tens of thousands
Their cries die out what is this about
not finding the way out
Not knowing whom to turn to
To get back to a life they were use to
now on command they must do
Its human traffic caught in a gridlock that’s hard to stop
Because some people shop for humans hidden from cops
Used like they pick crops
now they are sucking wealth cocks
Smuggled in through loading docks
For this human livestock
the laws are mocked
With the influx of the flock
They may be on your block
Human traffic needs to heed the red light to stop

Waxing poetic city sounds

2009-03-13T12:52:00.001+11:30

Daylight is slowly eclipsed as sunrays give way to lamppost dimly imitating their master
as long shadows uncoil over broad blocks
Night falls in such gloom and swaddles the city in bathed darkness
filaments flicker from large sullen corporate windows to small squared bathroom lookouts
moonlight absent nights that lack star luster
pollution covered small electric energies attempt to scare away darkness that clings like new born monkeys
once fast walking heavy sidewalks now roll out spaciously for lonesome sidewalk crawlers
head lights beam across cross walks and intersections
thousands of red lights vacant of obeying beings
sounds of buses and trucks rickshaw through momentary silence when fat rubber meets metal slabs with pothole crash
smash the constant rhythmic whiz of rapidly traveling vehicles with revved engines
wheels whipping rotating revolutions
Citizens staggering drunken steps
Indiscernible music gushes out of open night doors like un-dammed water
liquid sounds escape in the distance upon closing of ajar
muffled musical beats pulse basically
predators set traps for victims who step in their vicinity and use darkness to conceal their identity
thousands of mass transit buses cruise up and down broad avenues with numerous of empty seats bouncing wildly over bumps
once crowded cars of strap hangers now venture threw tunnels lonely with the few remaining rocked into deep slumber
once busy highways that previously held traffic for miles now show transient clearly revealing every bend and curve
Some neighborhoods are patrolled militarily others watch by closed circuit TV
stores are shut as glass is exchanged for folding steel
After hours inherit nocturnal night Nubians who flock to dimly lit establishments to dance incessantly
city creatures stare out windows
alley cats and wild dog packs roam now quiet streets hungrily
rodents and rats invade wasted giant black bags, which in the muted darkness appear as large globs
with each passing hour of darkness the moon begs to wake the sun out of hiding
slowly darkness recedes like low tide
the night with all its shadowy memories is quickly forgotten as burning light climbs the horizon again
a canopy of oak trees no longer able to conceal bright sun bursting blindness
light waves criss-cross the morning
black birds glide threw heavy mist laden fields
nearly blanked out of view by its thickness
Passers-by are mindless to this stark beauty as their own myopic dilemmas beset them and turn their visions inward toward foggy affairs of their own
I watch mist hover and caress the grass with dewy kisses
as oak trees relish in nutrient rays turning branch limbs leaning into life
long ago this scene happened for the first time
it continues its process duty bound to procedures
my heart is yet most fascinated with mist
as it’s duel state of moisture and cloudy mixture
I recall when I caught a glimpse of mist covered mountains peering their pointy peeks threw a plethora of plumy puffiness
Memories of green climbing the sky only to be seemingly decapitated by white vapor
Nature is ridiculed in city shadows
all but forgotten in the maze of subterraneous subway travelers
almost hidden by enormous flickering screens
flashing pixels fusing wattages glare
As populations populate postmodern art deco high rises
Bedraggled cities roll over beauty recklessly leaving a trail of ugliness for future beings
Is man not comfortable in his natural habitat?
former cave dwellers now live hundreds of feet above ground level
why does man feel the need to encapsulate himself in concrete cubicles
mechanical structures filled with straight lines and 90 degree angles?
as a testament to this unconsciousness I too am allergic to natures natural pollens
emotionally I find I am growing a repulsive reaction to city life
my soul slowly yearns to touch the land choked under tons of cemented sand

Life Is Like Weather

2009-03-10T04:00:00.002+11:30

I gotta get my shit together
Because I ain't gonna live forever
My life shall soon be severed so I got to be clever
I've got to get my shit together
I've got to work harder and be smarter
can't let my guard down if I want to stay around
each day gets tougher and rougher
The problems build up from every angle
I can't seem to come untangled as I wrangle
I feel like I’m dangled over a cliff
I keep trying to get my shit together but with each setting of the sun
I am becoming more and more undone got no where to run
I am stunned at what I have become
I can't concentrate can't complete tasks that I’m asked to do
feeling like I am running dead last, sinking fast got to cover my ass
But wait hold up just give me more time to get my shit together
as everything unravels like a spool of thread
I reach for my tricks and life tools but lately ain't nothing seems to be clicking
let's break this shit up and take it from the beginning when it seemed like I was winning
now I am on a steady decline no way to rewind the many mistakes I have made over time
Listen listen just give me one more shot to clean up all this slop
Lately I’ve been drenched in my own stench shit is
Way Out Of Control can't take the toll falling in my own hole
I can't get my shit together it's too late to be clever when I was younger I would just push motivate to change my fate now seems like things are too late
My shit is everywhere as many stop and stare and watch me run and go nowhere
I am on a mad losing streak seems like I can no longer compete
my life is knocking me off my feet soon to be six feet deep
I can't get my shit together what I try doesn't seem to fly
my therapist keeps telling me to apply for SSI
I can no longer do my job the classroom has turned into an unruly mob
I’m in deep shit - just want to quit can't take this shit
But gimme a minute I got to get my shit together
get tough like leather cause it's now or never

Check What’s Legal

2009-03-02T23:54:00.000+11:30

6 grams of pot is all I got
yet I got handcuffed by cops
locked straight up knocked
for 6 fucking grams of pot
it wasn’t even good pot
that after two hits you doing back flips
I was chilling on 175th and Saint Nick
to smoke and distribute a few nicks
to get some pussy from this chick
5’0, po po, rolls up mad quick
now they got my 6 grams and my mini van
God damn
for 6 grams I get slammed
and put in that damn police van
could understand if it was 6 grams of white sand
8th of a kilo of white snow
but still downtown I go
when you live life on the street you got to hustle
I felt real bad that I got nabbed
Checked all my pockets while I sat
In the back I was glad I did not bring my gat
At the station they took my roll of cash
Along with the 6 gram stash
I wonder when I will be free at last
My fingerprints revealed my past
Now I am finger printed
And headed to do a stint
Hands behind back head bent
For my intent to disturb these nicks
Now I am in it thick
Case sent to the district
While I sit
Maybe I should sell tobacco
Because it’s legal
I think to myself in California and other countries its legal
took 6 grams of pot but not my tobacco
guess its ok long as the government gets its cut
my question is what the fuck
tobacco kills
but it’s still legal
marijuana helps people
and is medical
Those who make laws stand above them and decide what’s best for us citizens

Hungry For Love

2009-02-26T14:17:00.001+11:30

I love to cover you with kisses
like rain clouds cover a threatening sky
I want to blanket you with affection
so you can know the warmth of my love
I would adorn you with gentle touches
and drape your body with a silent tongue
I still love you though many days have passed
with each inhale and exhale your essence dances in my minds eye
your soul gets me high like too much oxygen
the way you love me makes my soul spin
since the first time I saw you
heard your voice
you crept into my consciousness
and captured my thoughts
your love is like rushing water, like sweet honey pouring in a water fall
and home made pie you love to eat on Saturdays and holidays

Vacate the premises

2009-02-23T13:19:00.000+11:30

I am your verbal nemesis
I am the one with the Dubble X’s
I ride in a Prius fuck the gas guzzling Lexus
Vacate the premises
pulling rhymes out my mouth like a tooth pulling dentist
I’m just relentless
am a professional
only pros attempt this
my poetical paragraph so strong
you cant indent this
so vacate the premises
My landlord is my nemesis
They want to evict me quickly
Cause I write graffiti
On the apartment walls I see
But I refuse whole heartily
To vacate the premises

Tribute to John Coltraine

2009-02-21T04:41:00.001+11:30

Be-bop
Rip rocken
Sure shocken
Be boppen
Get things poppen
Drown in the avalanche of sound
Smooth riffs of saxophones
Drum and bass a cacophony of tones
Jazzy melodies and 20-minute solos
In the flow it goes
Listen to him blow up and down the scale
Climbing to the top the cat sure can wail
He's a musical genius, tremendous
The bass and sax make you tingle and relax
He's a legend of jazz
Pushing it to out of breath
His breath control circular breathing
Look close, you can see his chest heaving
Covering the night club with a musical flood
Sound so bold and bright playing deep into the night
Fingers quick in a split kicking off licks
He makes it look so easy and sound so ready
Accompanied by a throbbing bass and drumming pace
Like busting through darkness
His sound drips then gushes
He lived that lush life high as a kite, drinks or smack he could play that sax
Expressing emotions and feeling his be bop beat no one else could compete so unique and complete be free style or off the sheet
he captured the vibe of city streets
Back in the day that man could play
Fast or slow sweet and mellow
He played like the sound of a sunrise
He played like the sound of the dawn
Quiet like whispers of nightfall
The beat of heavy rainfall, deep in the jungle call
Notes squealing and squeaking like his instrument was speaking kept peaking the next level seeking
Made you feel something playing music sounding like running so stunning backed by drumming bass fingers strumming
He uncovered explored and opened sounds to his sax roar
want more want more
how that melody did soar in score after score
The cymbal and the high hat the toe tap
Plays filling the empty spaces a colorful oasis with rhythm chases
guides our ears through a maze of amazing solos the way you blow
Like no other like no other
Saxophone smothered
There you go again blowing like a northeasterly wind
So free so easy so easy so free
Holding those high notes making music float playing in the haze of your dope
Your music stands the test of time
It is everlasting forceful blasting
I like to listen to you in my different mind states help me escape
I want to ride that Blue Train
With My Favorite things
Making that soprano sax sing
Want to make my Ascension with Giant Steps
To the Afro Blue Impression
To Meditations
Got to hear that Love Supreme
From the Blue Note to The Village Vanguard
You were kicking it heavy and hard
Getting down with Monk and Miles
That free jazz invented your own style

GLOBAL WARNING VERSUS SURVIVAL INSTINCTS

2009-02-16T03:27:00.002+11:30

We forget that this world is naked
we attempt to clothe her with our futility
we dress her up with structures
get her drunk on chemicals - get her high with pollution
then wonder why she is now ill
we question where has the water gone; it used to rain and snow here and there
we seem dumbfounded that certain plants no longer grow
and countless animals have disappeared
the world is still naked but we dress her up in heels
as we dig our oil wells spikes to her core strip mine her land
we alter her with breast implants of nuclear plants
we dye her sky hair with colors of radiation
and we wonder why she is balding; the hole in the ozone layer grows
we take her out dancing - use her for are personal pleasure
then wonder why she is suffering with a fever that is steadily warming
we try to shape her and drape her with our form of beauty
then complain our cities
We feed her our trash and then wonder why things are now out of balance
We care for her not and are surprised how quickly she is now aging
the only problem is we forget that she is carrying us daily in her arms

Dubble X wrote the above verse; his partner, JL, wrote the second verse

Dubble X and I combine our verse to praise our mother earth
I want to power the Mohave desert with miles and miles
Of solar panels – enough to run the entire planet
Power the world on solar energy
I want to do this because I love mother earth,
Worship her in her design, she is my creator
The creator of the generations of humans and time
Creator of our earth she bestows grace, productivity proclivity and life
I want to power the Mohave desert with miles and miles of solar panels
So the earth will survive
So my children’s children and yours
Will inherit the earth, so they
Will have a planet on which to reside
A planet that supports life
Because as it stands now
Mother Earth will survive while humanity will die out
The ice age is coming…
Mother Earth will survive …
She will begin the cycle all over again
Will have a planet on which to survive

Please check out Don Coorough'sblog post, On the Organizatioon of an Enlightened and Ecologically Sound Community

So a black man is president

2009-02-12T02:31:00.001+11:30

We hold these truth's to be self-evident
When they wrote the constitution a black man could make no contribution
After the Emancipation Proclamation
We were still the problem and not the solution
Legally declared 3/5ths of a man
only good for a slave hand
There were only whites in the white house
now a black man his kids and his spouse
I wonder what Jefferson Washington and Lincoln would think
Would they toast him with a drink or think the country will sink
We’re already on the brink of another great depression
Our recession is now in session
from segregation to Brown Vs. the Board of Education
Mr. Obama will you help me to get my reparations from this nation
My 40 acres and a mule or am I just a naïve fool
Because this country is still cruel
We've come a long way from slave ship days
From cotton picking plantation ways
From strange fruit hanging high above tree roots
From Jim Crow laws to masters whipping slaves backs bloody raw
The atrocities this country claims it never saw
slaves to servants to president
But aren’t you half white and all of us blacks are any color but black - different shades brown from all the raping and mixing gone around
come a long way since lynching in 1868 back in slave and free states
Still suffer from hate crimes in 2009
From bus boycotts to riots in Watts
To Medgar Evers and Malcolm getting shot
Now we all looking up to you standing on the top spot
The Japanese during World War II got their dues so did some Jews
So I just wonder if it could be true that you could come through
For all my ancestors in 400 years of oppression deservers some type of compensation
I know you will be busy trying to clean up 8 years of republican misery
Try to mend our relations with other nations getting our soldiers out of Iraq
Bringing our boys back
The banking crisis and the economy giving Iraq its true autonomy
your family comes from Kenya you bring us hope of a Kennedy
This once in a lifetime opportunity
hoping this country and congress you can bring to unity
From fighting for civil rights to KKK burning cross and throwing bombs at night.
From Dr. King let freedom ring
To Rodney King 1992 Cali riot swings all these things
Nat Turner leading slaves to rebel
David Walker encouraged those enslaved to break from their cell
John Brown and Fredrick Douglas the abolitionist
To black power raising Olympic fist John Carlos and Tommie Smith
Black panthers Angela Davis and Huey Newton patrolling with a shotgun
To run Jesse run
To the underground-railroad with Harriet Tubmon
This is where we come from
Never succumb to oppression fighting for freedom
We will not panic or get frantic
You Mr. President will fix up this country like a political mechanic
Yes you did I never thought I would live
Long enough to see a black man in the white house crib but there it is
Everybody got to do what he says cause for the next four years he's the pres-ident, it's no accident some meant to lament and resent but this is your moment
Been waiting since the thirteenth Amendment
Singing we shall over come from marching in Selma Alabama now we got Barrack Obama
From protest and picket lines to jail cells and welfare lines now it's our time to shine
From niggers to negros
Dreadlocks and Afros
Look how we grow
From African American to American
Yes we can yes we can

It's another rush hour

2009-02-08T02:06:00.001+11:30

Millions of sleepy New Yorkers venture to the street
The pushing and shoving
Packed in trapped crowds stout and lean bodies fight for space in dirty abject mass transit squalor
They wrestle for a few dingy hard seats
Trying not to be late one eye stays on the watch
Herded and prodded with bags books and briefcases
Excuse me and pardon me are words repeated tenfold
Human density is reached
Angry bodies block all exit ways
Nobody talks nobody smiles it's a solemn ride
A beggar depressing pitch breaks the silence
Right before your time to switch
Highway congestion as car volume turns the highway to the speed of a rowboat
Road rage hangs in the air like pollution
Horns blare as nobody gets anywhere
Gridlock is threatens on every other city block
You got to beat the clock
Your boss enters your mine
Trying not to be late yet another time
Toes get crushed by heels and tread on by over priced sneakers
Every stop more and more people manage to fight their way on
Few leave we struggle for every inch
Total strangers touch and get closer than lovers
Someone’s bag is in my back
Someone’s stank ass is on my leg
We roll slowly to the downtown destination station by station

Take this job and shove it!

2009-02-06T15:48:00.002+11:30

Try to get this paper
So we get caught up in the rat race trying to pace
Trying to save face
At the job place
This green paper we got to chase
Collecting dead presidents for our time
Without money this society is impossible to calculate
I want to to get a counterfeit machine and print tons of that green

Inside The Rhythm By DubbleX

2009-01-24T05:16:00.001+11:30

INSIDE THE RHYTHM

In the drum rhythm
I hear the echoes of ancient ancestors
Deep in the Congo
beats become airborne like musical pollen transmitting sound waves
tribal festive rhythms crescendos crashing beach waves
covered in funky syncopated shades
stretching along lines
back to the birth of sunshine
as dancers gyrate to salsa calypso faith
deep in the heart and heat of the steel beat
lies a reservoir of history and culture
the rhythm calling the dehydrated to hydrate from its aquatic pools
music gushes like water from a hydrant
flashing djembe taunt string hands
curved and chiseled from wooden limbs
giving life to the musical spin
all those in ear shot hear the roots of be bop, hip hop and rock
falling from tropical sun drenched landscapes
is where this earth rhythm originates
I wish to dig my soul to the depths of dense hollow beats
to flame flickering wind swept rhythms
That link Homo habilis to Homosapien to all mankind
music that moves the deaf to the blind
feel the vibration reverberate through tribal nations
call all to this powerful pop wow
where middle eastern indigenous rhythms meet African Cuban Indian in a drum circle at fevered pitch
spirit dancing unifying the masses in peace with this musical feast
Drums sounds rise like thick black smoke
giving all listeners hope music is my dope
These drums beat for passion
these drums beat for fire
these drums beat and reek with the essence of life
they express words yet to be formed
feelings of love loss and mourn
these drumming rhythms transcend all language and twists of tongue
I hear the beats rain down on me, penetrating my soul
let these beats be played
let them be played loud and furious
bust like caps to make hands clap
to make bodies move
let us be lost and found in its groove
funky ass beats linger like memories
I cling to the rhythm
cling to the rhythm
that catches me in its net of stretched animal skinned beats
pounded out as each drummer drums his drum as one
to the death
music is our life breath our two step
let music up hold my rep
as time is kept
the drum beat that moves feet
from the crypt walk to drum talk
hard calloused hands
ricochets rushing rhythms entangled in booming bass
a drum circle let the beat keep pace
rhythms etched and fill empty space
ecstasy shows on the face
as the sweetest rhythm painful memories get erased

ANOTHER DAY ANOTHER DOLLAR part II

2009-01-23T06:34:00.001+11:30

I’m tired of all the shit I holler
Clocking in and clocking out
everybody checking to see what I'm about
I can't afford a money drought – my apartment - I’d be kicked out
these kids so out of control ~ I got to find a way to stay on the payroll
Gotta grab hold or I’ll land in the poverty hole
So it's another day another dollar another bus ride another crowded train ride another day I wish to die a painless suicide
we got these 9 to 5's to survive but they deprive and kill the creative forces inside
paying me to work for my time which is running low don't know the final total when it's my time to go- the work day goes slow - feel like I want to explode -
I don't fit the mold
got to work till I'm old they crush my soul with their control daily
I try not to fold
try to keep hold
Kids talk back I stand in the room and stare till the room turns black so slow to react students act up they won't stay shut in my mind
I wish to brandish a gun at these young kin. They get under my skin, begin talking with wide grins, they don’t want this education
Forced into the classroom unable to absorb this situation
I wish to work for another company or organization but a desk job is just as hard
With no real vacations forced to do till the day is through
Another day another dollar my pay check is not enough to cover my debts and bills financially climbing hills con-ed sprint rent child support still in court with my ex about money flow, she wants alimony not just child support, no way to abort, my money comes up short
Money comes and goes like the wind blows runs through my hands like fine sand Everyday I try not to get canned but I would not mind getting fired or early retired Everyday I’m so tired drinking two cups of coffee one Starbucks they both suck
Can hardly stay awake
Napping on my break not more of this I can take
See I got a disability so it makes shit harder for me
Some doctors want to give me lithium or lock me in an insane asylum, not sure about outcome, trying to control my dis-ease
I just continue to do what I can do daily my heart skips a work beat

Another Day Another Dollar

2009-01-20T12:07:00.000+11:30

I can’t take this shit
I holler feel like I got a fucking noose around my neck
working for this pay check the whole place I’d like to wreck
they treat me with mad disrespect
my lawyer tells me I can’t quit but I say it again
so tired of this shit the wake up at 5:30 AM
every day I do it again
more things to do then I can keep up with
gotta pay child support in a never ending divorce
going on 3 years now when will it end
working to get that money that moolah
that paper that cheddar whatever it takes
I work until my mind breaks till my feet ache
Everybody waiting for me to make a big mistake
I need a break for heaven sake
I need a break not much more of this shit can I take

Free Style Spitting Rant

2009-01-18T03:16:00.001+11:30

Addicted to rap like a stockbroker making bank
On the NASDAQ when I hear a fat track it’s like heroin
To a junky getting finished on smack shine
The spot light on the stuff I write
It’s as hot as a laser shocks like a taser rips
like a razor sees the flames rise cause this ones a blazer
hot like a microwave examined with x-rays
sit back and wonder while I amaze my tail
still unravels like rims over gravel
this case is not closed till the bank of the gravel
I blast off my rhymes from Cape Canaveral in the Space Shuttle
me and the microphone huddle
the other mics left without rebuttal
go home with their girls and just cuddle
because when I be kicking verses nothing is subtle
My ammunition is my vocabulary
By all means necessary
It’s a metaphoric snow flurry
If music were food this would be Nutriment
Even anorexics don’t regurgitate what I create
bulimic beats give rail girls weight
Too many kids on Ritalin
It’s belittling - turning pre-teens into pharmaceutical drug fiends
you got a hammer
I got a nuclear warhead
set that sucker off and we’ll all be dead
so go ahead and shoot
It’s self-destruction
black on black crime
a government production penitentiary and cemeteries
too many young brothers names filling up obituaries
you can hear me but you don’t understand me
It’s genocide a slow homicide this epidemic is systemic
While government controls our consciousness
Let’s condemn government
all our forefathers were killers and robbers
too bad the Indians couldn’t finish off the pilgrims
it’s our chagrin
I am not commercial I’m controversial

COMMOTION IN APT. 16B

2009-01-16T04:07:00.000+11:30

He beats his wife thinks he owns her life
She is bruised and battered like it does not matter
their marriage nearly shattered
her skin turns colors and shades of purple and blueish
her wish that he would not be so pissed she feels dissed
he spends his time chatting on facebook meeting women
taking a long look he goes on dates takes the bait
this she hates he wants to be a player playing the field
his mother tells him be for be for real
you should yield your wife can't deal
She clutches the baby and hopes maybe he won't go astray
she wants him to leave and at the same time stay
He kicks her out half dressed she can't take the stress
folks wonder why she settles for less
he is the first and only man to press her flesh
she knows no other
some think she should return to her mother
or find another lover as on her body bruises are discovered will she recover
They argue and fight deep into the night
Some wonder how long they will last
the question has to be asked because of their rocky past
She screams and cries and wonders why her guy has a wandering eye
there is no reply so she sighs and says she loves him and will stay with him until she dies
No baby should see his mama get beaten and mistreated and many times repeated
pretty soon the cops get called as she is once again slammed into the wall
locked out in the hall she cries and bawls can't take it all
But she tells everyone that she loves him
can love grow dim or thin with too many blows to the chin
only time will tell if it breaks the love spell

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