The Adventures of Clark Dent

Where I’m from they carry switchblades in their goose, cloak and dagger

Childrens laughter silenced by the beef, of ghetto pastures

Tell the pastor I seen some angels copping from whiteboys, nick baggys

While the informants shoot their mouth off, trigger happy

My sister turning tricks on the corner, no magic

No rabbits out the hat,

just cameras snapping at the Trap

and the trap is just that

my people are the rabbits in the snares,

and I’m high school drop out who is rapping over snares

The reverends swear that they rapping, condemning all those with a rap sheet

The commandments of poverty, I’ll give a sermon in the back streets

All I can think about is my family, and trying to find love in the people that elude me.

My daughter stomach is grumbling so its to the kitchen

were the cooked coke is bubbling,

all I do is add to the corruption of people who look like me,

I used to hate when they would say we all look like each other,

but realize it was gods imaged that shared with my brother

Day to day i constantly search for the strength to show love

Show love to my estranged sister

Show love to white supremacist

From a stint in prison

who said I was favorite nigger

Show love to the triggers attached to breath soaked in liquor

You see I was taught by old heads

that the world is in your hands but doesn’t revolve around you,

so I’m left walking in circles,

spherical motion

a cyntriphical potion,

pinning me to the streets

I am lock in enslaved to the game

is still slavery if all I want is a whip and chain.

I’ve never believe in miracles but I’m jonsing right now

like fiend throwing bones for a pile,

back alley voodoo,

while the blues are out patrolling avenues,

searching for the evil that men do,

but who is patrolling them

just the other night my brother fell to a nightstick bend

with an outcry that rustled the leaves,

the police passed it off as the wind.

So are we living in hell,

I feel hell is living within

its me versus these verses

when Im delivering these sermons

a corset around church the pressure squeezing me with a purpose

to bring life to the dead I protest

the corpses on they way to the morgue in gold hursts

they say to get the gold you need be first

and since birth

my mother did all she could ,but her love was a curse,

it is that love

that I feel for my people that has them trapped in hells purse.

Insomnia, there are re-runs of you on

Every channel of my mind

A tv from the neck up your programming what is inside

Your smile, is the weight of

a heavy head, versus a shallow manger

where dreams are mangled

into nightmares that talk me into anger.

her closet has to many hangers

to many cloak skeletons

acting as anchors, dragging the shoreline of her innocence

“your eyes you let on that i am your light house,

careful enough not to let insecurities leave your mouth.

Weak enough to gamble,

star enough to spangle.

The prism of your soul has color at every angle.

And every conquered man has a place on your mantle.

A Russian roulette type of love and my heart is in the chamber,

I beg don’t pull the trigger or will all be danger.”

I would telesope the cosmos

and Pull the stars down to examine there glow,

for your eyes are the only comparable unknown,

they eclipse the brightest ideas of the sun

and shine like the soul of a newborn.

I’d rather be lost in your eyes than die star-gazing.

When there is harmony in nature,

there is matrimony,

she will throw the bouquet of spring

to the other seasons

in hopes that they will find Love.

The equator will act as the garter

hugging our mother so softly

It will be thrown to father time in

hopes that he will cherish her.

Your smile is showing

Symptoms of worry and chaste

Just know, I respect you, like the

Queen that you are

Like a child who carries their

Dreams in the arms,

I respect the conflict between

Your head and your heart

So ill wait like a hero, who committed his last offense 

who his aware of the cracks in his will ,

who knows how fragile the committed lifestyle is ,

one who would shatter completely at the thought of hurting you

into jaded jagged pieces of regret

scattered across our moral floor 

I just wanted you to know that love you.

so Ill wait like statue in your minds Garden

Till our values harden

Planting rosebuds in your thoughts

So that our love will bloom when we are apart.

And I

will paint you quietly on the canvas of my mind

Divine

as the colors and kisses intertwine

Each brush stroke enforcing patience

Just know that I love you And that I never known a bond that exceeded a handshake or a hug until now.

And just that I’m scared too.