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The Day After
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The Day After
When the clock strikes Midnight And the twilight Sings the blues Of a day anew Who will be there At the dawn of tomorrow To love you through
When the cards are softly placed Within the confines of the dresser And the roses are swimming Inside of the glass vase Who will remember to love you When the next day Takes yesterday's place
I love you on the day before The day That we've been conformed To celebrate your greatness And the moment after the storm Has shed its last tear Yes, even in the eye of the hurricane I am there To love you the first Monday After the facade Of the second Sunday
I loved you the days when all was dark When the end of our tunnel Provided no spark I love you in the light When everyone abandoned me After the judge twice said, "Life!"
I love you The day before The day of The day after Through the pain Our shared joys And tears of laughter
You were And are My first love
How could I breathe Without the scent of your love Suffocating my lungs
Mother I'm in love you!
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Angel
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Angel
I think that You deserve An angel And that I'm just Too humanly Flawed To love you The way that you Deserve
Can you at least Consider The possibility Of loving me Still Through my humane Imperfections?
I'm loving you The best That I possibly can But even still I feel That it just isn't Enough Because I think that You deserve An angel......
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GOODBYE
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Goodbye
How am I supposed to tell them "Goodbye" They smiling but I know inside they want to cry Happy for me but probably thinking, "Damn, I wish I had your chance!" I'm steady thinking to myself, "They may never get another chance" How am I supposed to look him in his eyes And fix my lips to say, "Goodbye" After I spoke to the judge this week My mother told me to pack my shit But it's poverty in prison Ma How am I going to pack my shit Mama you got a house with a driveway in the backyard While most these guys will never leave this yard Plus I'm coming home to my own house by the beach He was praying for me though he won't ever see release How am I supposed to tell him, "Goodbye" When I'm leaving and he holding back that tear in his eye Knowing that he just want to see me fly Accepting that prison is where he's going to die I should be happy but instead I'm fighting tears Cause we been doing time together for 21 years We both went to the library and learned the law together His insights really helped me out Yet he's doing life for drugs But Obama ain't even let him out Tell me why Obama never let him out When people with murder cases are getting out How could I pack my shit and not leave it back How could I be free and never reach in back Already foreseeing my last night My man next door neighbor doing triple life I left him my sneakers, radio, and food He's been in for 25 years so I'm just paying my dues He would train and prayed with me Messed up that he can't escape with me If we forgave them for all the slave hangings Why can't they forgive Black from Chiraq for gangbanging.......
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LOOK
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LOOK
LOOK At his neck snap As his veins plea for mercy While his feet twitch His legs kick Toes wiggling As the noose squeezes His big black neck LOOK At his beady black eyes Bulging out of his purple Countenance Like grapes calling for The harvest of death LOOK At his pink fat lips And wide monkey nose Fighting to breathe its Last grasp of death LOOK Between his castrated legs As the gasoline sings and dances From his tar-like skin LOOK How the flames Makes him scream LOOK Deep inside the code Of your soul Your DNA LOOK For your forefathers Have taken you to a lynching before LOOK Inside yourself To see me Hanging And burning From a tree LOOK
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Homicide
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Homicide
Since God Is in the business of Recycling Human trash Into treasure I'm going to learn No matter how much It pains me How long it takes me Regardless of all of the Hate That may hinder my path To start killing people with LOVE!
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Nobody
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Nobody
Nobody cries for the tearless Nobody cares for those who are lost Nobody is afraid for the fearless Nobody can tell you how much love cost
Nobody remembers the forgotten Nobody hopes for the ones without hope Nobody wins when bombs start dropping Nobody can translate the pain in the suicide note
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Directions
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Directions
I asked GPS "Where do I find love?" But it only took me to a dead end Wrapped around a lonely cul-de-sac of despair
"Alexa, get me true love!" Yet, this was a request Amazon couldn't code into it's software
Is there an app for love?
I'm tired of just dating Waiting Swiping To the left and right
Am I just a fool Because I Google search for love?
I'm lost.......
Who will be brave enough to love me?
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God’s Plan
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God's Plan
Visioning water in desert land I can walk on water on my hands I am the hope when there's no hope I can sell books hell I sold dope
The spirit of Ali on the ropes The dream of King before the dream was spoke I should've been home Before any lawyers I built this on my own
Nobody believes in me but me They say that's so egotistical of me They when laughed when Noah built his ark I see floods before the first raindrop
She asked me what I fear Only being afraid when opportunity is near They tell you to reach for the stars But I reach for The God Through Him all things are possible Nothing is impossible Faith isn't logical So your intellect perceives fear Degrees can't teach you to conceive when God is near
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FLOWERS
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Flowers
Your scent Wept me Breathless
Your touch Was a voice The world never spoke
Your taste Was pinot noir From heaven I'm so intoxicated By the shape Of your hopes
Your passion Overflows Around the curves In the region of the nectar Between your mind
Your third eye Saw the taste of Love's infinity
Your soul Stripteases seductively Upon the pole Of the obscenity of Timelessness
Your voice Came flooding in Climaxing upon my lips As we French kissed With brown eyes Behind our Spirit's eclipse
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Build the Wall
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Build The Wall
Build the wall Keep all of the opioid addicts in Build a wall Eighty feet tall To keep all of America's prisoners within
Protect your borders From being invaded By the Superpredators And American gangsters The normal kids That will enter your schools To kill indiscriminately Classrooms creatively bullet riddled Into blood pools For innocent souls to drown within
Build your walls Protect your nation from the Fox And young neo Nazis That mail bombs inside of an Austin box Secure your borders From the millionaires That rent presidential suites in casinos To shoot into crowds beneath without a care
Build a wall Which surrounds the entire sea To seal in all of the U.S.'s convicted felons Before they mass criminalize your society
Build your walls As high as the tower of Babel So that an ex-soldier Doesn't enter your cathedral Armed with our cultural sickness and an AR-15 And mercilessly murder God's people
Build a wall Don't be fooled by the land of commercial prosperity And Lady Liberty's Empty pleas Of being free Or you'll import into your collective psyche Our destructive cultural insanity
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Excuse Me
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Excuse Me
When it is written And engraved In your nation's constitution That I am three-fifths of a human being To be taxed as a slave Excuse me if I'm not so patriotic That I honor not your forefathers Who raped my mothers And hanged our fathers Pardon me If I shall take a knee Because your national anthem Never was intended for a nigger like me
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How Did I Get In Here
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How Did I Get In Here
How did I fall into this infinite Bottomless bliss When did I allow my guard to fall I had a Donald Trump wall Built up to protect me From me But somehow I became unaware Or even absent-minded Because somewhere along the way I fell in love with YOU
And we're not supposed to fall in love anymore After age 35 Love Falling into its grips Is only supposed to be for puppies The naive that still live without our wisdom We're too old to believe in fairytales No one believes in love anymore After 35 at least
How did I get in here
In this place of care Where I think of you all day And dream of something as silly as Happily Ever After I'm too old for Disney endings At least I had convinced myself Yet I still fell in here Head over heels And it feels So damn good That I don't even give fuck anymore
I love you!
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Body Cam(Nashville Style)
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Body Cam(Nashville Style)
Racism Is too cheap Too simplistic of a term To continue to describe What we saw live On that damn body cam
We see the blackface Jaywalking blindly Into a Confederate Arms-behind-the-back Face-full-of-mace Taser-to-the-throat One hundred punches to the head Screaming for help Ass whipping
But the goddamn body cam Doesn't capture the smell Of hate and fear Intertwined with table talk from parents And elders, colleagues, and spouses Reverends, judges, and sheriffs About the dangers of the infamous Nigger Progeny of Thomas Bigger Cocaine sniffing watermelon fried chicken eating Hyper-sexual hung like a horse Guard your white women from jungle monkey COON
The body cam just can't Deliver the flavor Of indifference nor The feel of rage When it touches the human soul To inhumane blindness In Nashville, Tennessee
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White America
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White America
I've come to accept The reality that some of you detest Us just for being black But the irrefutable fact.......
Is that You shouldn't have kidnapped Our black ass in chains To pick all of that damn Cotton, Tobacco, and Sugar That made you Great and rich You could've just worked them fields On your hands and knees beneath the enveloping heat Of the merciless southern sun Your goddamn self
Therefore We The People(Black &White) Are infinitely interwoven By the common thread of Holy Acrimony........
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FEAR
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Fear is False Evidence Appearing Real Tell me to be realistic but what's being real Childhood soldiers raised in the killing field Poverty makes us faithless though our demons are real When they tell you your destiny is a prison cell Predicted to be nothing, how could I be afraid to fail Ubiquitous murder, how could death be one of our fears True lies are evident when authenticity disappears Funny how the atheist believe in ghosts Religious adherents committing evil the most Drowning in student loan debt for a college degree Educated but ignorant of the fearlessness to BE Frightened by situations that your own mind create Searching for relief but terrified of the escape The greatest illusion is your perception of help When your greatest fear is actually being your SELF
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God Bless The Child
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God bless the child Sentenced to life as a juvenile God bless the children Who committed sins too great to ever be forgiven Cultivated in a stagnated prison system That strangled and incarcerated their vision Flushed down the school-to-prison pipeline Shackles wrapped tight around their belly and mind God bless the children that the village never raised The Superpredators Hillary Rodham's husband caged
Recognize God blessed me when you address me Self made because nobody else would help me God bless the child that's got his own Publishers wouldn't publish me so I published my own Had no professors, I made my own curriculum NAACP, I couldn't get shit from them Oprah and Sharpton wouldn't help me either This isn't ego but the faith of a believer They judge me as conceited because I aspire for wealth Shirtless selfies inspire my health Infectious smile looks like a million bucks Preparation meets opportunity, I don't believe in luck
Thank you God for never sleeping on our dreams The blessings of not extinguishing our collective self esteem We were just children, we didn't manufacture the guns Kids caught in the crosshairs of surviving the slums Forced to make the most out of a messed up situation Mass incarceration cleared the path for gentrification Generation X because our future was uncertain Lashed out in violence because we were just hurting Mothers were at work while our fathers weren't home Navigating the course of the Crack era on our own God bless the child of all the single mothers Cain slain Abel, we couldn't see that we were killing our brothers God bless our children still caught up in the trap Black Lives Don't Matter when blacks are killing blacks God bless the godless child with faith only in his strap To all of the kids serving life sentences that'll never make it back God bless the children who were mercilessly killed Prison in the legacy of the picking field
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