Angelic Tempest
I feel from grace
at least from Man’s
Not from His grace
I guess the plan
The prism
from prison
Is birds don’t fly
Not jailbirds
there’s no wind
beneath their wings
But infused with spirit
when someone saw my worth
To be more
than a dirt of Earth
You were the wind
beneath my wings
Now my imagination soars
with greater possibilities
That my life could give meaning
to the world
by C-Note
©2018Donald “C-Note” Hooker
Winter’s cold
or evening night
fireplace warmth
candlelight
Bearskin rug
the meeting place
out of time
and out of words
by C-Note
©2018 Donald “C-Note” Hooker
Tender caresses
a cross your face
back handed fingers
travelled with grace
a wisp of your hair
fell out of place
clasp of my fingers
leans to embrace
essence of our eyes
the meeting place
soulful connections
in outter space
motions of kisses
a lipstick trace
from tender caresses
across my face
by C-Note
©2018 Donald “C-Note” Hooker
Zoo Loo’s
Four Nuc#les & A Thumb
You want some
Come get some
Here I come don’t you run
I’mma Zoo Loo!
Four Nuc#les & A Thumb
Real Soldiers never run
Modern day slavery
Still got chains on me
Tell me I’m free
Yet you still wanna lie to me
It’s plain to see
all the lies you keep telling me
I’m no lame
I was a King before a slave
Look into His•story (History)
It’s still being done to me
did all you could to me
Murdered Blac# Families
Say you’re not my enemy
Wanna be a friend to me
Hide my History
and made it what you want it to be
Five Hundred years
Eyes full of tears
Showin no fears
Tha revolution is here
Zoo Loo’s
Four Nuc#les & A Thumb
You want some
Come get some
Here I come don’t you run
I’mma Zoo Loo!
Four Nuc#les & A Thumb
Real Soliders never run
Tha law’s made against me
You broke before me
The taken of a land
with tha stricken of your hands
Why am I not free
Like I’m supposed to be
A blac# man in a land
that never gave a damn
Sisters and brothers dissing one another
No respect
Send
See
Revolutions!
Poison our communities
Taken opportunities
Playing make believe we’re in the land of the free
My wife at home
with my children all alone
Never knowin
if they’re father ever coming home
Lost without me
Now a broken family
Children fu#ked growing up
And now the blame is on me!
Zoo Loo’s
Four Nuc#les & A Thumb
You want some
Come get some
Here I come don’t you run
I’mma Zoo Loo!
Four Nuc#les & A Thumb
Real Soliders never run
Tha prison population proves he’s a racist
Take a look at tha crook
who makes a living off me
His crimes justified
while I’m doin time
For the laws that he broke
when he wrote
what he spoke
The taking of a country
that was once free
Give to all
by God
in one unity
Why am I here in a cage
full of rage
Turn tha page
and you see nothing but reality
Zoo Loo’s
Four Nuc#les & A Thumb
You want some
Come get some
Here I come don’t you run
I’mma Zoo Loo!
Four Nuc#les & A Thumb
Real Soliders never run
by Fred Smith aka Rabbitt Loeco
When you were born God gave you the gift of life. Then you were given nourishment and clothes in able to grow. You were given the opportunity to live life as you see fit. Given the strength to make it through ups and downs. Given the chance to make mistakes and the fortune to make it out. You were given breath, a past, a present, and an idea of hope for a future. You were given choices whether good or bad. You were given a chance to laugh, to cry, to play, to learn, to have experiences. All of these things you were given for nothing more than the love of God. You did not earn it. You did not ask for it but it was given. Life is to give and to give is life. You can’t not give without love and you cannot love without giving. What you give shall be returned. You will be given things you do not deserve. Everything you got in life will be given to someone else when you die. You cannot receive without being given.
The question becomes: Do I give to get or do I get when I give?
Jesus gave his life for the sins of men.
Muhammad gave his vision which produced the Koran.
Buddha gave us a way to be enlightened.
War gave us hope for peace.
Give of your SELF and your SELF will be given!
by Dar`cy Bolton
I reached for a pen
and there was no ink
I reached for a pencil
and there was no lead
I reached for a heart
and there was no blood
I reached for you
and there was love.
by C-Note
©2018 Donald “C-Note” Hooker
They never likeded my swag
cause it was rooted in gang culture
cause out here in L.A.
WE DON’T PLAY.
Nineteen Sixty-Five
ain’t never died
year of the Watts Riots
cause thirty years later
Nineteen Ninety-Two
We kicked off some shit too
year of the L.A. riots
But who really brought it your way
N-Double-U-A
You know what dem Niggas had to say
about dem cops
Police brutality had to stop
But that was before Black Lives Matter
and that shit came from the Town
Oak Land
Where Huey P Newton was the Spokes Man
for the Black Panthers
and its Organization for Community Defense
you see it all makes sense
Now
that video recorders dun came around
But it didn’t to Rodney King’s jurors
who saw his Black ass take a beat down
from six cops standing around
Naw
six cops actively participating
in the demise of an uppity ass negro
cause who he think he was
that he can get away with running from the fuzz
It only took a dahz
of whites
to say
Hell No! To Black Liberation
if that shit didn’t disturb your sleep
Why are you surprised of white criticism
when Beyonce speak
of Female Black Liberation
so join Her Formation
But again this ain’t nothing new
in the Red White and Blue
maybe because whites refuse to have
that conversation
about Nationhood reconciliation
don’t talk about chipin in dem funds
for reparations
They can for the First Naytion
and American Japanese
but when it comes to Black folks
we only get sympathies
from overseas
Because whites don’t wanna
do nothing about changin
the situation
about Black acclimation
into fabric Americana
wit your dirty lies
about apple pies
and second amendment aggrandization
Cause when was there ever a time
we could do
what we wanted to do
as a Black man or woman
legally armed
with a gun in our hand
Change California law
when Huey went to the State capitol
opened and carried
Killed Philando Castillo
in Minnesota
as a illegally armed
Black motorist
Standing on her own property
as a licensed gun owning Black woman
Michigan would rather imprison
a pregnant Swatu Salam Ra for two years
than let her use
their “Stand your ground” law
Due take notice
these were all liberal States
It’s like fake news
in prison blues
that’s why my pants sag
and my Blue Rag hangs low
I’m all that’s negative
bet believe
If I didn’t make myself that way
they would have
wit their lies and alibis
targeting
A great wrong was done to
you my Black children
A great wrong was done to you
my Black child
A suspicion has been casted upon you
it’s called revenge
Revenge
for the wrong done to you
Revenge
for the wrong done
by hands pure as the white of snow
They just don’t know
when you will recomeuppance
You’re under suspicion
My children
My child
Just look into their eyes and you’ll see
Dis is why me brudda
Dis is why mee sistah
Dis is why mee children
you’re under suspicion
What y’all brewing in da kitchen?
We know it gots to be a special stew
full of wicked concoctions
each with our signed I.O.U.
CAUSE YOUR God is dat Voodoo
so we know He’s stirring dat stew
so we don’t want nothing from you Black America
cause we know you’re itchin
to get us in your kitchen
to serve us this brew
and watch it see
do what it do
So Black man whoa
So Black woman whoa
and that’s why you’re always remain
a threat
Da Black man or woman, with self-respect
So Black man whoa
So Black woman whoa
and that’s why you’re always remain
a threat
Da Black man or woman with self-respect
Editor’s Note: To For more epic poems by this poet, check out: THE CRIMINALIZATION OF OUR AMERICAN CIVILIZATION (This Is Not A Manifesto)
STRADIVARIUS: Play Her Like
It Must End! (BLACK FEMALE BOYCOTTS AGAINST BLACK MEN IN THE PEN)
Here are audio links:
The Criminalization of our American Civilization (This Is Not A Manifesto)
STRADIVARIUS: Play Her Like
It Must End!: BLACK FEMALE BOYCOTTS AGAINST BLACK MEN IN THE PEN
Trying to figure out this feeling?
This feeling is faulty and weakening
why can’t they understand?
Tell me can you understand how it feels
to be caged inside a pill?
It’s like I’m in a comatose state
I can hear you, but I give no reaction
It’s like I’m running out of time
and that’s no lie…
Tell me what’s the problem with a child running wild
but you ridicule us
cuz we can’t stay focused
See it’s a difficult task
concentrating in class
and if you laugh
shit we just might Act a Fool in class
Please I ask that you pay attention
hyperactivity without an ounce of impulse control most of us are cast to The Wind
and labeled a problem child
And please you should never call us stupid
and if you do we won’t hesitate to disrespect you
and throw some blows
just to let you know
and that was never our intentions
Now we’re forced to take a pill
That’s a contradiction
don’t shed a tear for us
cuz we really not happy here
that is not to our advantage
steady telling us it’s needed
So we’re confine to this pill….
Here’s my introduction
wasn’t well born
cause my father didn’t raise me
too busy introducing Mama to crack
It really went down like that
Sneered at behind behind my back in my teenage years
They say my intelligence low
self-esteem was broken
and that led to feelings of inadequacy
Shame and low self worth
See I rather run like super Sonic
the Hedgehog
See I was faster then most
I wish I could have told them that rest is for the weary
Big Mama kept me close
cause she sensed I was dreary
See in this disheartening state
let me be frank
it was hard for me to cope
I felt helpless
and most times like a joke
So tell me how could there be peace?
When this Ritalin wearing down
and I can finally stand on my own
I’m like catch me if you can
like Speedy Gonzalez
How can I remain in the depths of solitude
of being trapped inside a pill.
Dedicated to kids affected by ADHD, ADD and autism.
by Darryl Burnside
Stagnant
at the crossroads
Trying to figure my path Cautious
as I get to walkin
Lord tell me Why You’ve forsaken meS Since the beginning it’s been rough feeling fucked with no luck
Can somebody tell me why
I can’t sleep with no lights?
Had to lay in bed
spooked
Praying to God
till I see the light
You took my brother from me!
No longer do I have a treasured friend
to confide
in, late nights
This day I’m filled with rage
inflamed
with secret hate
Would you believe?
I was out cast of 13
going through something
Desperado!
Beliefs built on tragedies
and from being ridiculed at school
Cause I couldn’t read a sentence
Excuse me
but please Bitch
Give me distance
If I told you I’m a product of the 80s
incubator baby
So my comprehension ain’t like the rest
So I acted out in school
Started breaking the rules
Now these White folks want me doped up
Hard bitten
from all these ruinous blows
Lord please
don’t let me go
Is it my FATE
to face elimination
at a fast rate
despicable me
I turned into something
I thought I’d never be
I’m on my knees
Like please
Lord Save me!
And even when I turn from you
You never left me alone
cause You cared for me
And when my family left me alone
You was there for me
Thinking about what big mama used to say:
“You was choosen to stand with Christ in the end
so take hold yah shield,
Grip your sword real tight
And stand up!”
Big mama say pray
for yours
and help those
who are too weak to help themselves
But I’m still runnin
through the city
really livin
ruthless
Cause them suckas try to kill me
Now the feeling’s mutual
21-gun salute
I’m quick to shoot
Just like in them Western movies
Used the bottle to drown my sorrows
thinkin I’ll stay shermed-up
to keep from getting wet-up
See I’m just try’n to protect my soul
they said the Lord knows your heart
cause I’m out here on my own
Gotta sleep with the chrome
cause I ain’t got no damn home
Had to do a lot of shit
that I didn’t want to
but I really had to
Survival the fittest
my inauguration to this gang living
Really started robbing
and stealing cause I hate that hungry feeling
Really trying to avoid the killing
Only robbing drug dealers
trying to stay morally correct
Although I disregard Christ
trying to stay morally correct
Although I disregard Christ
I felt his shield right above me
When them dudes hovered above me Feeling his unbounded love
had an effect on my mental state
No more blasphemy
High ceiling
windowless room
soundless
except the white noise
of bright lighting
humanless
except me
furnitureless
except door’s knob
queasy
of uneasy
a hot mess
but nevertheless
I wait
in this Twilight Zone
of a disaster
seconds
turn into minutes
minutes
turn into hours
still feet
a quickend pace
a slow jog
complexity of thought
rise and fall
like a statistical graph
wondering
searching
Did I see?
Crashing the disturbance
of the undisturbable
Deputy good cop
and officer bad cop
hurled accusations
of machinations
I could not have done
I remained silent
silence brokered for a cigarette
to which I refuse
until
the swiftness
of wiffness
of roasted caffeine
filled the room
[Editor’s Note]: White Noise, was a work created by the artist for the “Everything Coffee,” prisoner art exhibit in New York.
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