It's OK video poem

So this is the post, the work, the poem...I guess I could type it out....but I'm being a bit snarky at the moment. 

But the poem is pretty dope (I think) and I hope it brings you some hope...I really do! 

So enjoy this piece, I'll be back to edit it and type it out and what-not.  Stay safe in these covid 19 days.  Wash everything, be well...and if you need some help, don't be afraid to ask for it/get some.

In Love & Trust

CB

Couple Days Past, Couple Poems Posted

4/10--for the 9th, and pain and perspective...be well people, be well.

30 days 30 ways

poetry came in 2nd 

to real life.

Real strife    

quarantine, mean machine

now no likes

We just 

hard words and hard rocks,

sayin’ ill shit, ready to split

get heads knocked

No leggo toys livin’ here

we ain’t connectin’ 

refuse to listen,

get me pissed, and 

now you missin’ 

No mama no drama 

lawyer up like llamas

tight like fish pussy 

when the pallet get to pushin’ comas--

Pause.

30 days of damn and doubt

bad times bad seconds no dreams

30 days of mask, with no seams

Threads are losers to mother goose,

get the noose for your neck

and dangle will your spine--

But Daddy’s here, have no fear

we all clear, like 

Father Time

________________________________

Haiku

Forgive, forget, move

Makes no sense, three plus years past

Where would I even go

________________________________

Some days hurt,

worse than life’s hard hits;

harboring insecurities 

at home like

inequalities above and 

below,

Mason Dixon lines.

Life 

written and scribbled

on lines; life-lines 

seeking liberty 

from liberated ideals

(...got the individual this far)

Not supposed to be, 40 plus

when history is 

hung in the 90’s--

(blessings happen)

I am a man

My mind, My thoughts

My own--

can’t tell another,

how to feel.

Forged in the struggle

blade,

in the belly of family.

One night stand 

spawned 

as standing strong 

rips at reality;

and standing single 

is a possible future.

for 4/8--Her

Some call her life-blood,

ink flowing from free thought

to unshackled situations of 

frustrations

For some she is coping skill

calming constraint & confinement

of instrumental bad decisions

that left life,

on the limb of institutionalization

With others she offers

slam--

spoken, performed; spittin in

rhythm with roots in 

African ritual

embedded so much in soil

that the DNA of the day

take hold so 

that overlooked stories 

are felt,

more than told

And for others, more

she is love

comfortable & soothing

communicative, non

judgemental, simple pure

and connected--

p.

When yesterday Ain't Really yesterday, But We do this Anyway

FR fr it's 4/8 but I'm postin' it for the 7th...so enjoy the poetry...that's all that matter....no back-date hatin' just really good poetry

For 4/7 and Covid/Corona poetry and files

Now hiring, Now hiring

log on, upload, lend a hand--

glove up, mask up, & help.

Grocery’s hiring, Fast Food hiring

7/11 stayin’ open and busy till 

midnight because the 

pandemic, the pandemic

is

on our shores, shoved in our face,

affecting every race as 

Americans become global

victims

Covid consuming, Corona forefront 

Fact footing fleeting thoughts

over 

temporary tax break relief

gov’ment stimulus checks

check on granma and g-dog 

b/c they 93 and 

At-Risk

It is front-line & 

forethought 

is economic eptitude 

because we were already 

stressed over the 

rent, stressed over 

the bills, stressed over the cost

of living--

& now we just 

stressed over life.

Don't hate B/C We Back Date

So it's really 4/8 and I put a tweet out about this...but I'm cheatin' and back-dating shit...Read, holla, RT and leave a comment!

For 4/6  Because that was the date this should of been posted.

sunshine chasin

covid cornerin

mask mobbin, Monday/Tuesday

seekin, as 

we plan weekend workin 

then fryin fish.

wishin upon stars as 

new souls & 3 times 

life, cries out--

Don’t want to be out

tune into Tiny Desk

then dip out so ice cream

can be dipped, steaks 

grilled and a new smile 

sealed upon my grill.

Quarantine; not feeling clean

want to 

clean out the closet  

b/c this family closeness 

is close to 

drivin.

me.

mad.

Not tryin to be a 

bad dad

but dammit

somebody gonna learn today.

Make Up Work is Late

Good Evening!  Earlier today, I tweeted a goal that said, "Update the 30:30 #PoetryMonth blog by 7pm".  It's 7:17.  By the time this whole thing post, it'll be past that.  But it's here.  And there will be more, I just wanted to be as prompt as lately possible.  #love

For 4/5--For Lack of a Better Title

Don’t hold me 

down--

Lift,

    me up

when I 

    stutter step

    soul symphonies 

spittin’ off wing tip

    tip toe’in

    through that, that

    don’t matter no mo’

We gon’ argue

    and 

We gon’ love

    and 

We gon’ raise these 

    babies

    and

We gon’ live & live &

    live

You just can’t 

hol’ me down

you 

    got 

        to 

Lift me up &

 Let me live

4/3 Tragedy--2 for the Price of 1

(untitled)
4/3

10:09 am, 
heart sank, like
African enslavement ships

Hashtag read:
RIP Bill

Truly No More Sunshine 
but left us 
message to 
Lean On each other 

Not sure if you up at 
12:39 am, but 
Mom & Dad, I hope you're 
fine, drinkin' wine and 
finally enjoying 
each other's presence 

We present for you Bill

So please have him 
laugh with Red &
enjoy the youth
of Pac--

As he is missed
down here, yet 
we celebrate 
his ascension. 

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You Call it Quarantine, I call it Normal
(that #vss shit)

She will never 

understand 

Scratch sound of pen 

making love to paper 

Blue line unintertwined to 

ink, or lead, or marker— 

Make sure it’s clean. 

But she is #rock 

ok if dreams don’t 

translate 

—sometimes it’s family 

stakes & they have to 

Come first... 

Right??— 

 #vss365