Category Archives: Poetry: A Different Kind Of Blues

There is always hope when the beauty of roses uplift through the cracks of shattered sidewalks where footprints of promise have faded… and there are always fields of inspiration where one finds the golden gleam of sunlight shining down through gray skies of tears.   Standing on those sidewalks and in those fields is a […]

Voices silenced; minds hypnotized, stereotyped by violence – HANDS UP, DON’T SHOOT the injustice of equality no longer paused on mute.   I write America begging you to see, that even as an educated black man the sirens of brutality still scream towards me. At just the young age 12 police targeted my skin not […]

Inspired by The Poetry Of Tupac Shakur Those who accept simplicity have never walked on the same side of the street as me. They’ve never watched grown folks cry when hopes and dreams slowly die. They’ve never seen single mothers struggle or heard their cries around dinner time when food is scarce and not enough […]

He stands on shattered glass; pieces of a reflection mirrored by an all American boy with a shimmer of emotions flashing hidden secrets;  there is a thundering silence that shakes the foundation of his conscience. Everyone knows him but no one knows that there is something about Seth. He sits alone in a crowd with […]

Somewhere out there are rainbows fading through a sky where a misty rain falls gently on a field of hope; somewhere there is growth happening on streets and corners where youth struggle to find their place in this world. Somewhere out there, beyond the deep blue of summer’s eye, are futures ready to be found […]

Through their eyes I see the instruments of hope and in their faces I hear decayed dreams whistling through the hollow silence of these forgotten streets where only those with strength can cope; they are the many lives who reach out to be heard in this place where very few stop to listen to their […]

A poem is a celebration of life’s sacrifices. As I write/I see the minds of many poets turn within their hearts to inspire as in their self-recognition they prosper…the many meanings and deaths of a society stroked by its own ego. As I write/I see a woman fragranced with the tart aroma of abuse. She […]

Youth whistles his name  — twelve years of life balancing between eroded curbs just on the edge of Hancock street. He wears grown man shows on his feet and abandonment on his mind as he studies parental strangers with a false toughness but in his eyes is the vision of a child brought up in […]

I want to reach out and answer him, he who hides from his own questioning. I want to teach him how to speak the words that fear has silenced and stand tall amongst the beating hearts of strength for in his tears are the rhythm of survival. I want to reach out and heal her, […]

If I wrote the best poem in the world I would dry the tears on the silent neglected streets where lamposts blink the sounds of destruction, and in the eyes of poverty I would stare into each child’s vision and inpire in them the hope, strength and victory of success. I would wake up drug […]