SunnyBoi's Blues

         Mama!!!,Don't Scream loud and cry mama, she can no longer hear you...please  no roses for mama she can no longer smell them. Mama been long gone for quite sometime now...don't cry now, no need to sigh now, stand proud in your prideful tears...don't plea to GOD to understand your pain now. Don't ask GOD WHY NOW...he will not listen. Pay attention closely to your gripes and see what they spew, look at you, see what you cry over, missing issues you found in memories that never mattered in the first place. See mama tried to warn, "shoulda' never been there mama".Take mamas hand from which you saw in the day you were born, now you cant even fathom the thought of such contemplated provoking memory...sympathy their is none, they don't reside here, don't live here anymore. See mama is no longer here to rub your wombs from her rough labored hands, mama ain't here to change that diaper, mama aint here to decipher your troubles, your tribulations, mama now resides where she cant hear you or me, no sympathy I have for you...nor does mama, cause now she can finally rest in peace.

              Poppa wasn't a rolling stone, more of the stone that kept it marks, poppa was that rock that withstood all wars, spare your thoughts of thinkin' of one without the other. Last time I checked WE were birthed through the same canal, created from the same testes, from the very man who invested in all his fatherly duties...fatherhood is somehow  ALWAYS misunderstood, held at a mediocre standard of trust, belief that we are fine without DADDY...gladly I see the features of my father creeping in, seeping in as fix my tie in the mirror. The message is plain and simple, no one wants to die of a broken heart, no one wants to sing that sorrowful psalm...no one wants to clutch a cold palm that cant grip back...sit back and wonder, have a gander at your life, and ask what things you take for granted...life isn't lived on a see saw...memories don't live as people do, don't let memories define your sorrow...because at the end of the line of a life you once treasured is now gone... 

Blood ON my HOODIE (interlude)

                                                   Blood on my hoodie Interlude
Walking past trouble everyday, I see the dirt they lay on my hands I feel the watchful eyes that glance my every path, but perhaps if they look closer, give it alil more of a look they would see stress wrinkles under both eyes, the dried up tears I cried... They don't tho... But who am I to blame, society shamed me to walk this way, talk this way...walk with a bop, screaming  hip hop made me do it, whenever I go thru it. Spare me the lectures of section 8 separate such foreshadowing hate you create to fuck up my mind, leave behind all transparent truth you think that you know about me. I walk a thin line along with my thin Sean John leather hands clutching my stomach, I still feel those piercing eyes upon my backside, run and hide? and where might that be?  In these streets the killers look just like me... I bare no sympathy... Just the hope of one day you will soon care... To stop yourself from staring and ask me if I'm okay...one day


Author/Poet/Teacher/Artist Management/Documentarian

4 Seasons

The 4 seasons
Teach for the minds of tomorrow,
Preach for the souls that are left unborrowed.
Search for the tears shed thru sorrow.
Seek joy in your trials, and seek refuge in your tribulations.
Atone all that is separate, and make right with all that is wrong with the world. Dance for the chance at freedom. Sing for the moment to rejoice loud, with glee...scream for your pride inside, don’t hide or allow your fear to reside in your heart, spread a part those demons, and wipe away the mirage of those lesions. People are like seasons, yes this is true, but what is a life without seasons...a question I ask unto you? We learn from our falls from autumn, we show our growth from the spring in our maturity, constant battles with cold wintry hearts keep the meek at bay and kind away... We too suffer but to what sum will we ever gain, we fall, we rise, all in the summer rain.

Broke Blues

Broke blues, yeah we all sung a similar tune... Hoping for better days praying they come soon. Look up and another bills is due, what else is new, I got bills on top of bills on top of student loans. I'm rubbing two quarters hoping it would turn into a dollar, this is the kind of trouble that made Marvin wanna holler, came close to a loan until my bad credit slowed it down and told me to hang up the phone! can't afford pipe dreams so I sleep on it and realize that I was awake during my realIzation. Yea I got the broke blues, the soft note blues, damn near close to singing on the train for change blues, close to pawn my wife's chain blues, but don't misuse such blues I'm no junky, just a financial flunky, who would rather look rich knowing I ain't got a dollar to my name. Shame what alittle conformity could do, I didn't buy these shoes for me, I bought them for you! I wanna feel the piercing stares as they glance at my wardrobe, knowing they can't afford such a look. But if you look deeper in my clothes you'd see holes in each pocket, lent in my wallet, empty metro cards, insufficient funds on my debit cards. Don't work till Monday but I front like everyday is Friday on my Instagram. Broke blues, I'm not going to ask mommy for it, cause in the midst of me asking, there's gonna be lecture, "your potential son, look what you've done, why are you so lazy?" Damn and all I wanted was $20 dollars and all I got was 20 cents worth of stress, in jest I should tap into my potential but damn why is it so hard to do something and so easy to do shyt!  No food in the fridge, no food in the cabinet, living off of bread and mayo till I get those benefits. Broke blues everybody has em, payday seems so far away, knowing damn well your pay is already spent away! And the same song is sung once again...broke blues...but look at my shoes tho!?

ChildhOOD rUNAWaY

             Childhood runaway
Childhood memories when they were as easy 123's, these nostalgic epiphanies I sing with style and grace, wiping frowns from faces, I once layed smiles on. I remember my curfew was the street lights, red light, green light, 123, was played behind the building along with the pigskin till we had dead skin peeling from our paws, played football in the coldest of winter it was my December, I remember warming my hands over the boiling dinner. The days in the project staircases, racing with my cousin...wasn't the wealth that made us rich, it was the love that had us well off, days spent Gazing outside the window hope filled with doubt... All I knew was the childhood I never had...

WINTOLOSE

I have to let go of my mistakes and take them for what they are...stars don't align by a small mishap but perhaps it did... Would it regret the shot it took to the sky...would it shoot for the moon and wait for a reply? I'm bothered by it, frankly I am overwhelmed. The helm is at the stake of silence, the revolt that is going on inside me! I can't win...I can't win...I lose if I chose, But a true winner knows when he really lost...

KING