RANDOM THOUGHTS

Stench

Can’t wash away the stench

Would it hurt to say goodbye

With one gesture all forgotten

People come and go and never change

 

The Serpent

Serpent’s prey alludes capture

Revealing the stranger within

 

Rock Star

Religion is a hustle

Stop believing

It's a trap

Jesus is a rock star

 

Favorite

Ordinary inaccessible

Anyone listening

To anyone but themselves

Passing judgment

Favorite past time

 

Empathy

I’m saddened and sickened by our disregard and lack of empathy

 

Silence 

Scathing neighbors tear at her distress

Distance devours tenacity

Familiar continues hauntingly

Silence decline

 

Pigalle

In Pigalle I met a ‘Japanese girl’ outside an ice cream shop in Paris. We walked and talked all afternoon. I tried to seduce her but she was seeing a French man and didn’t want to cheat on him. She said: I want you but I can’t. It’s complicated and I want to surrender to you. I can’t escape the feeling of defeat. I tried to fuck with her under the seine river and on parked cars on the street. I’m consumed with the irregularity of this woman’s commitment.

 

The Inferno

Watch me burn

I have made a fool of your the womb

Watch me burn

You are the unhappiness I bred

Watch me burn

Woman feel the touch of death

Watch me burn

What happens when you realize you’ve been realized

Watch me burn

Addicted to this course of disdain

Watch me burn

I nurture you undressing you

Watch me burn

This is my moment of betrayal

Watch me burn

 

The Fog of War

After the fog clears

There will be nowhere left to hide

Secrets revealed

Rhetoric transparent

Lies resonate truth

Indicted for crimes against humanity

Your family will disown you

Friends will abandon you

You'll never know peaceful sleep

Demons will haunt you to madness

Found guilty and sentenced to hang

You will be buried alive

After the fog clears

Your victims will be waiting for you in Hell

 

Safe For Now

Executioner’s favorite hymn

Fragile, insolent and incumbent of deceit

My enemies, appalled, applaud

Safe for now, so they think

 

Fear of Drowning

Boredom embeds routine

Grotesque exhibits greed

Drifting under current

 

Yesteryear

Troubadour sings a familiar tune

Irreverent smiles prelude delicate laughter

Candor dictates cadence

Yesteryear is a novelty

Notes retracing their melodies

 

Unfavorable Ruins

Fleeting

Unfavorable ruins

Disfigured shadows

Ageless youth

 

Emeralds Violent Frost

Whistling soliloquy

Swollen, and concealed

A cuckolds pageantry

 

The Man

The Man with a smile wields a gun

Welcome the man with a frown and a bouquet

 

Choking on her Slit

I wake in the middle of the night choking on her slit

It’s a strange feeling, knowing all I have to do is stop trying

Hardest thing in life to do is stay dry

 

False Promises

You owe nothing to anyone but yourself. Every decision defines your character. Your words, actions and reputation are all the currency you will ever need to navigate the treacherous waters of being a young woman in a sexist and misogynistic world. In the fantasy world of pimps, hustlers and whores who promise fame and fortune at any cost are fools, snakes and leeches. In reality they are bottom feeders and haven't evolved be it genetics and or environment. Never forget you are the company you keep. Surround yourself with people who resonate character, self-respect and humanity and the World is yours. Take good care of yourself and remember life is a marathon not a race.  Embrace the journey.

I have a daughter and she's 3 years old and these are the words I will articulate to her when she is of age. Life is fleeting and it’s never too late to forgive and begin again if you choose

 

Unbridled Reality

She only knows how to communicate with aggression

As I write the last line I contemplate is she even worth the time

A vindictive sickness that can’t heal because she’s trapped

In the company of her unbridled reality becomes her fantasy

No longer present the shadow of her former self-revealed

As hope walks in the confidence of wonderment and grace

No longer fixated on the sickness of a life sentence in her company

A diamond in the company of coarse stones pretending to be

 

A Walk

She did what she does every day one foot in front of the other

As she retraced her steps to see what she did wrong she noticed a difference in the way

She didn’t anticipate anything changing when she went on her daily climb

A woman missed her step and fell flat on her face

 

Skin Deep

The mirror imitates superficiality

Youth’s vanity is inherent hereditary 

Ancestors believe the pain is skin deep

All knowing of nothing with a god complex

Take accountability and face fear

If not you will regret your becoming

The moveable have been displaced

All are primitive with a lack of empathy

Everywhere is a form of frailty and despair

Only one breath left

Can’t get that song out of my head

We are ALL guilty and out of control

 

The Greater Not The Lesser 

As a descendant of slaves rooted in forgiveness

Understand to be truly blessed in this life

We must strive to better ourselves against hate and vindictiveness

The piety of triviality belittles our true nature

When we are engulfed in the winds of battle

The soul must focus on the greater not the lesser

We are accomplices in the throws of self-destruction

We are triggers killing each other mercilessly

Simplicity of compassion a remedy that paves way for kindness

A promise from this day forward to be a man filled with love not a beast filled with rage

 

Blood Stained

Vanishing implications on blood stained concrete

The subtle rub has passed you in transition

Simpletons out of their depth

Reaching you’ve lost in search of the way

I sit in anticipation whispering fallen notes

Take notice I am not just another man

I am the embodiment of all that is

 

Endless

I’m caught in between redundancy and an endless pit

I wake to night

I work in the fields on my ass with my hands

In syncopation that the next this one will dig me out of this bottomless debt  

 

Safe For Now

An uncomfortable expression

Wanting to get closer.

She wants to move away

Impossible

She has to want me.

Finally an opportunity.

She thinks safe for now.

He can’t breathe.

People often discount the reality.

So closed off, so fragile.

Who we are in our minds.

Only if I can stand alone.

Without being

 

Hiatus

I’ve gotten off to a bad start

A walking talking cliché I am.

Demons intact and in full regalia

Paving the way for mediocrity and falsehoods.

The lead architect of my success is demise.

Thoughts on hiatus since the beginning of time

As I sit and contemplate ordering another brew and dew

Is it too late for me to start all over again

 

The Runner

In a crowded room

Becoming familiar with loss

In despair and denial

I am adversarial

Blinded by envy

I become enraged by nothingness

I reprieve

The passage dims

It’s hard as hell in here

I am no longer suspicious

I lie still

Am I dead?

Running out of reasons to live

Trepidation increases with the swelling

I still rise

A life filled with laughter now silent

No meaning, empty… wasting away

 

A Walk

She did what she did every other day one foot in front of the other

As she retraced her steps to see what she did wrong she noticed a difference in the way

She didn’t anticipate anything changing when she went on her daily climb

A woman missed her step and fell flat on her face

 

Portrait of the Poet as a Man

A half century old and I’m still breathing

Caught in-between a man made heaven and hell

Surrounded by racist and demons who are constant and unrelenting

I’ve been compromised and in a state of fight or flight

I attempt to flee only to arrive again and again

There is no where to hide in here and I’m lost out there

I need to sleep so I can feel again and open my eyes to dream

Regardless everyday is the same day on repeat

I’ve been called a black, colored, spook, jimmy, coon, eight ball, jigaboo, jungle bunny, porch money, sambo, shine, tar baby, negro, spade, darkie, ape, and nigger

My name is James Smith and this my self portrait of the poet as a Man

 

Two Beasts

I sit in between two beasts

They smile as if we’re old acquaintances

I can’t read them without slurring

Never felt any faces that looked familiar in here

Can’t stop thinking I’m trapped but safe for now

 

Blood Stained

Vanishing thoughts on blood stained concrete

The subtle rub has passed you in transition

Simpletons out of their depth

Reaching you’ve lost in search of the way

I sit in anticipation whispering fallen notes

Take notice I am not just another man

I am the embodiment of all that is

 

Skin Deep

The mirror imitates superficiality

Youth’s vanity is inherent hereditary 

Ancestors believe the pain is skin deep

All knowing of nothing with a god complex

Take accountability and face fear

If not you will regret your becoming

The moveable have been displaced

All are primitive with a lack of empathy

Everywhere is a form of frailty and despair

Only one breath left

Can’t get that song out of my head

We are ALL guilty and out of control

 

Monster

Stop imitating superficiality

You vain motherfucker

You don’t believe in nothing

All knowing with a god complex

Take accountability

I despise you

Face your fears

You’ve become a monster

Religion is a hustle

It's a trap

Stop believing

Jesus is a rock star

Can’t get that song out of my head

Assimilate

All I hear is primitive

The moveable have been displaced

The ordinary unaccesible

The pain skin deep

No one is listening

Why should they

Passing judgment is the favorite past time

Only one breath left

Everywhere I look there is a form of frailty and despair

People are wounded

I’m saddened and sickened by our disregard and lack of empathy

We are all guilty of neglect

We are out of control

 

Dancing with the Devil

Life and Death is our God given right

Embrace the small pleasures that we are allowed

In the gray area between the journey we breathe in life

We must cherish every waking moment together

The prodigal son has returned home and I repent 

I had to dance with the devil to know and be free of him

I come wounded left for dead on bended knees and you embraced me

Your love is the only true love and all else is vanity

Faces will come and go revealing their true intentions eventually

Patiently we will remain steadfast and resolute as one

None will ever come before or between us again

If the devil chooses to present himself under the guise of deceit

I will show him that I am the SON of my mother

FATHER of my daughter and show no mercy

 

The Dancer

The prey alludes capture

I’ll remove my mask

Expose truthful nature

The strange dance within

 

Watch Me Burn

I have made a fool your of the womb.

Watch me burn.

You are the unhappiness I bred

Watch me burn.

Woman feel the touch of death

Watch me burn.

What happens when you realize you’ve been realized  

Watch me burn.

Addicted to this course of disdain

Watch me burn.

I nurture you undressing you

Watch me burn.

This is my moment I am betrayal

Watch me burn. 

 

Worthless Charade

A worthless charade
Drifting unbridled, unpredictable
Will she unravel due to her past
Holding a mistake
Squinting eyes in order to forecast

All lies ahead

I wonder am I the fool

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