A Good Day// Jon`

As you pass upon
the face of the world
she smiles at you and
even grass smells like honey

Watch the white lillies bloom
and enjoy the view
a pretty girl kisses you sweetly
her hand reaches to touch
your cheek softly melts

The moon rises and pauses
sits on a throne of clouds, while
stars peek, wink and twinkle
Pretty night. says the pretty girl

Hear moody sparrows chirping
darting, making swift shadows
as they flitter past street lamps
to escape into shadowed trees

Days like this...sometimes
make you think sometimes
that life can be good and
sometimes it is*

This Moment...Just Listen

I want to promise you...
that I can love you
eternally and unconditionally
with the true visage of a man
of honorable intentions and

With the blessed moral stones
of ancesters long passed on
I can love you deeply; as
with the devotion of a child
and a man's sense of strength

I want to give to you...
all that is, that I am
or may become
every second of life I live
each dream we'll share as one;
I offer you, the heart of my heart

I want to ask you...
if I am the love you know
and if my need for you
is as equal as my desire...for joy
give your answer with a kiss
who better knows my soul*

Every City's Plague

The havoc that is poverty
sits heavy on weary shoulders
and shrouds spirits in gloom
So much sadness and too many
mind-blinded, leading the followers
encouraged by echoes of hope

We see them, or
should I say us...
lost in debilitating sorrows,
drowning in fears of change, while
time perches on a (dying) spindle

Restless souls perceiving no end
to plights mired in the sedement
of shame's depravity;
multiplied by need
entrapped in the shadows
of greed*

Hood Drama

When the fools on the corner
Got jokes about the users
(Customers of the game)
Bustahs and abusers
It’s all bout money; no names

When the fiends in the alley
Laugh and giggle
When another balla dies
Bullet in the back of his head
No chance to say goodbye

Hoodrat bitches, clueless witches
Sell their souls for that paper
Don’t care bout what you say
Got to move that weight Black
Only real players, get to play

And the kids sufferin mad pain
Baby daddy in the grave
Baby momma, get the blame
Shit in the streets, strong like waves
The kids wishing for better days

Smoke a blunt, drink a brew
Find a crackhead for a 5 dollar screw
Die from AIDS; thought you knew
Hoodrat drama on the day to day
Sooner or latter, we all gon pay*