LOVE JUICE

MAN

i wish 

to get a kiss 

i wish 

to be a Mrs. 

i wish 

to be a lover

i wish 

to be a mother 

so Jesus 

will you produce?

or 

make me 

someone's ...

love juice 

yeah 

squeeze me 

please me 

yeah 

let me see

how wow 

real love 

can be 

A VERY GUARDED GHOST

MAN

i suffer 

in silence 

to avoid 

any violence 

but do y'all 

care 

out there 

up in the air 

or 

down here 

on Earth 

about 

all the pride 

 that i swallow 

trying to coddle

others 

and follow

models 

yeah 

when my world

 seems 

so hollow 

of my dreams 

and my heart 

is 

filled with 

sorrowful parts   

well

let me tell 

you 

my birth 

still has 

worth 

that is 

ready to

burst 

through 

and break 

all the curses 

with my verses 

 

THAT INNER-CHILD ...SMILE

STRESS

stop 

messin' 

with me

yeah 

just let me be 

bless 

for the rest 

of my life 

yeah

so help me, Christ 

get a slice 

of pie 

yeah 

before i die 

let me try 

to be happy 

longterm 

yeah 

let me feel 

that real 

good heartburn 

where all 

the lessons learned 

were worthy 

in every turn 

yeah 

that inner-child  smile 

THE SOBER TAKE OVER

so here i am 

emptying 

my soul 

with God's

blessing 

and total 

control 

yeah before 

i die 

old and alone 

with a desire 

to moan 

and groan 

long 

and strong 

over the phone 

in a sexy tone 

yeah

right or wrong 

i must let be

 known 

I'm not a clone 

and i got it 

going on 

yeah 

I'm very real 

and 

this is how i really feel 

still sitting 

in a chair 

with Samson's hair 

trying not to 

compare myself 

to  you 

and the other

 breaths 

of the world 

yeah 

this is me 

as sober 

as can be 

in Christ family tree 

FRENCHIN' ON A FRIDAY

 you got me 

feemin' 

for reason 

yeah

no teasin' 

let's get to 

squeezin' 

and to 

pleasin' 

each other 

yeah 

let's become 

lovers 

yeah

undercover 

cops 

that rock 

the bed 

from feet 

to head 

REPERTOIRE

MAN

i can feel 

the ac 

blowin' 

on me 

bur 

honestly 

i rather 

feel 

the breeze 

from the tree 

yeah 

i rather 

be outside 

yeah 

let's ride 

or 

glide 

across the globe 

yeah 

let's disrobe 

emotional 

yeah 

let's be 

free 

physical

and 

biblical 

at the same time 

yeah 

let's be 

rhythm 

and rhyme 

WHAT'S UP BOSS? (HERE'S YOUR LOST CROSS)

God why

does the youth 

see such much 

abuse 

and why are 

so many guns 

in use 

yeah 

no silly goose 

just painful

 poof 

like a noose 

on a tree 

if you ask me 

but I'm asking you 

what  to do 

yeah 

to get out 

of 

the glue 

or 

to change 

the view 

to something 

new 

yeah 

'cause I'm 

tellin' you 

this ain't workin' 

yeah 

it's only hurtin' 

and 

jerkin' us 

around 

to the ground 

yeah 

feelin' lost 

and

 not found 

NO CHEESE ON MY HAM-BURGER

MAN
sometimes 
i wanna give up 
yeah 
sometimes 
in my mind
i say "What the f**k"?
but God  
yeah 
no matter 
how hard 
or 
how weak
 my guard
is 
from lack 
of sleep 
he 
keeps 
waking 
me 
his child 
to smile 
for the world camera
yeah 
the panorama 
even with 
bad grammar 
sh*t
up
so y'all 
wish me luck 
or 
bless me 
the best  
yes 
as
i try 
to pass 
the life test 
before i 
rest 

NOT SO CEREMONIOUS

MAN 

i don't like

being human 

no I don't like 

what it is 

doing 

to me 

yeah 

honestly 

all i can see 

is 

dead leaves 

on tress 

and i grieve 

because 

i believe 

that I'm soon 

to have a tomb 

yeah, heaven 

is 

making room 

for my bloom

and 

I'm mad 

so sad 

because 

i really hadn't 

experience 

romantic love 

or seen 

the groom of dreams 

with turtledoves  

oh, how... i ... contemplate

God 

why does it seem?

that others get to

 live out their dreams 

but me 

yeah  i thought i was too 

apart of  you

and  your family tree 

plan 

or at least 

apart of your peace 

of 

the sea 

of tranquility  

 but maybe

I'm wrong 

i know

 I'm patient

i know 

 I'm strong 

but Father, 

how long?

must i 

wait 

for my 

great 

date 

the heavenly grate?

yeah, oh how i 

contemplate

 

GOD LOVES ME TOO (NOW DEAL WITH IT)

now 
despite 
what people say 
or 
how life burns 
me 
a little 
everyday 
God loves me too
yeah 
even with 
my insides 
feeling sad 
as 
sh*t
'cause i was born 
to sit 
in pit 
with
 no visible 
off switch
yeah, which seems 
like 
a very bad

 dream 
even to me 
 but i can 
still see 
some beauty 
in my blues 

THE NIGHTLIFE (the devil's dementia)

God 
there's something 
wrong
with my inside 
yeah, I'm so scared   
i wanna hide 
but 
The Righteous One
says 
despite the sun 
and 
just ride 
but father 
your daughter 
wants to walk 
yeah she wants 
to fly 
like a hawk 
without being 
stalked 
by a creep
or 
scared 
to go to sleep 
deep 

THE BREAD of ADVERSITY

MAN

i can't believe 

that 

i still breathe 

at 45

yeah, I'm alive

for this...

disabled drive 

and 

this  love and war 

of words 

yeah like

black crows 

and yellow hummingbirds  

just drop 

from the sky 

and then

The Wind

or 

The Most High

puts in 

my skin 

and then

i fly 

by 

with my 

feelings 

in tow

yeah 

to let 

all of y'all 

know 

what is 

biblically beautiful

or 

bruised 

but God 

will still 

use 

our blues 

for 

Good News 

inspired by my life and Isaiah 30

PLEASE, NO MORE... SLEEPY CREEPY CRAWALERS AT MY DOOR

night

please don't be 

a mare 

to me 

yeah 

please only

let me see 

positive picture 

on my mental TV.  

yeah, please 

be fair 

yeah show me

that you care 

and are aware 

of 

the mental snares 

in my life 

yeah\take me 

to paradise 

yeah 

make me feel 

really nice 

and never ever...

have to,,,

think twice 

about,,. 

closing my eyes 

PRESENT DAY ( IN HUMAN CLAY )

i don't have a house 

i don't have a home 

and man, 

y'all don't understand 

that feels so wrong 

and alone 

but God 

still wants

me 

here 

in wheels 

and 

in life drills 

yeah

i have skills 

and i don't need 

speed pills 

to substitute 

as my meals 

but when i say 

MAN, 

i deal with a lot

present day 

in human-clay 

D- (FILL in the BLANK)

i will 
never
 sleep 
deep
  again 
yeah because  
to sleep 
seems like a sin 
when your loved one 
walk away 
for what seems 
to be play 
but it's in 
the middle of...

the night 
not day 
so hey 
that's not okay 
yeah 
that's blue
 and gray
in every way 
shape and form 
so yeah
sleepers be 
warned 
of this
 silent storm
called---- 

DEMENTIA 

D

WEEPING WILLOW

i don't get a lot of sleep 

but oh boy, how i weep 

internally 

yeah 

woe as me 

how could this be 

yeah 

when I'm a part of 

God's family tree 

yeah 

the leg

to his knee 

or 

a goldfish 

to his sea 

yeah His

wet and wild child 

who always tries to smile 

no matter what 

is kicking 

my butt 

THESE PRETTY LIL CEREBRAL PALSY WINGS

MAN

i wanna cry 

i wanna die 

i wanna fly 

i wanna do  

so many things 

but God

keeps on

 waking up

this pretty lil 

cerebral palsy 

wings 

that mane 

bring me so much 

emotional pain 

yeah 

it's a shame 

but who's to blame 

for my 

crippled label name 

the One 

The Son 

and 

The Well done 

Good and Faithful

Servant 

yeah 

The Real Sea Urchin 

I HAVE DIS-ROBED LIKE JOB (sHE WHO WEEPS )

Father 

i have 

fully disrobed 

but yet and still 

feel 

the wheel-der-ness 

of  Job

yeah, 

on this globe 

I grieve 

and believe 

but yet 

and still 

i go 

through the mill 

or 

get put on the grill 

yeah 

i laugh 

i cry 

and i 

try 

but yet 

and still 

i feel 

for real 

that i 

get passed by 

but why 

yeah \even when 

i try 

not to lie 

about

 my sit-u-a-tion

on this nation 

i so known 

that i am  

still your will 

and 

your creation  

inspired by my life and THE BOOK of Job

WHEN MY BLOOD IS RED

OKAY

i still have a temper 

yeah, 

a very wordy whimper  

that refuses 

to simmer 

down 

any longer 

yeah frustration 

about 

my sit-u-a-tion 

is getting 

stronger and stronger 

yeah 

so with that being said 

my attitude 

may wake 

the dead 

when my blood is red 

or 

my feelings 

are not 

being heard 

or feed 

like a child 

lost in the wild 

yeah 

looking 

for some

 seasonal berries 

or 

a reason to smile  

NO GODLY WINGS

 GURL 
the things u say 
and then 
u walk away 
as though it's play 
but hey 
no one's 
laughin' 
but u. 
Boo
yeah u
crazy glue 
or 
corkscrew 

yeah seem
to 
love to 
sh*t 
on my dreams 
yeah gurl 
u can 
be 
so mean 
yeah 
to the point 
where i wanna 
scream 
or do 
somethings 
yeah 
that don't have 
godly wings 

HOW CAN YOU...? (MY P.S.A. FOREVER AND A DAY)

hey, 

how can you

rest well 

yeah knowin' 

that your actions 

just put 

your family 

and friends 

in hell 

yeah because 

you took 

drugs 

to plug 

up 

your emotions 

and now 

wow 

your parents 

and child 

are struggling 

to smile 

yeah because 

their love 

is gone 

with the doves 

for a long while  

THE CALL of GOD (ON MY LIFE)

 spirits 

i hear 

so very clear 

in my inner ear 

but which way 

should i steer 

today 

should i choose 

the wordplay 

of 

the good news 

or 

just sit 

in the pit 

of this 

cerebral palsy blues 

yeah 

guitars 

and bars 

and all 

yeah 

the rise 

and fall

of 

the call

of 

God

"J²"

God 

it seems 

so mean 

for to 

make me watch 

people living out 

my dreams 

yeah i wanna 

SCREAM 

i prayed for that 

so give it back 

yeah 

let me walk  

let me wed 

let me have....

wild sex 

in my bed 

BUT NOOO

instead 

i'm crying 

and thinking about... 

dying 

yeah.because 

no romantic love 

is replying 

and i 

still 

have these 

wheels

and because 

of  

that 

no one wants

this meal 

on their...

 grill 

97°F

Man

i still feelin'

hot to trot 

yeah Savior 

please 

make it stop 

 yeah 

my biological clock 

wants to rock 

and roll 

but obviously 

you be 

in control 

but i so wish 

for someone to kiss

 and to hold 

this mold 

of

earthly soul 

and body

yeah 

i crave 

to get naughty

and natural

or else 

take this breath 

away

yeah 

no wordplay  

X RATED@45

my flesh 

is not 

a mess 

just because 

i wanna flex

i wanna sex 

i wanna love 

no

it's a mess 

'cause i guess 

whenever i do 

get a boo

yeah 

my dream 

come true 

oooo

i care 

if he grabs 

my hair 

in sin 

yeah 

before 

our marriage 

begin 

SO WHEN DID I BECOME THE WHEELCHAIR FAIRY?

God 

you may have given me breath 

but i did this to myself 

yeah 

taught people 

how to treat me

and then 

to hurt me deeply 

without a try 

and without 

a decent alibi 

or 

a good lie 

and when 

my so-called 

friend 

make me cry 

why 

do i 

always seem 

to dismiss 

my dreams 

and quiet 

my screams 

and let them 

off the hook 

and i just go 

write another book 

 

ANOTHER SINGLE TEAR

LORD

sometimes 

it seems 

that my dreams 

don't matter 

and so 

my heart beats 

and shatters 

while praying 

for the latter 

or 

my happily ever 

after

yeah 

with joy 

and laughter 

yeah 

before i die 

or 

cry 

another single tear 

on Earth 

yeah i want 

these words 

to be heard 

like bird 

worth the wait 

of

my fate 

or 

me 

standing 

in front of 

Heaven's gate 

inspired by my life Psalm 56:8. Luke 6:21

  

LADIES NIGHT OUT

MAN

my desires 

are on 

fire

yeah 

my dreams 

are 

screaming so loud 

that it is

 starting to 

cloud my judgment 

about what was 

and what wasn't 

BUT GOD

doesn't 

take it away 

yeah, 

no matter how much 

i pray 

my desire 

to perspire 

 stays 

like glaze 

on a cake 

but i 

can't even 

get a date 

let alone 

a mate 

AND I STILL CAN'T WALK...?

God 
why do u allow
your servant child's    

 feet 

not to smile 
and beat 
on the concrete 
for miles and miles 
yeah 
so many 
tests 
so many trails 
and i still 
have these 
wheels 
and this 
bumpy land 
with no man 
to hold my hand 
or 
my heart 
yeah so 
I'm beggin' 
for some 
new leggings 
or 
a fresh start 
yeah with all 
the breath 
that i have 
left
before my death 
yeah 
because 
master of love
i still can't walk?

A QUIET STORM PERFORMANCE ( DREADLOCKS 45)

 

RATED RX 45

i woke up alone

 again 

Lord, 

when will 

this pain

 end

 yeah, 

i don't wanna 

sin

but i can't 

pretend 

any longer 

yeah 

this desire 

is gettin' 

strong 

yeah 

wantin' 

to be

in a relationship 

is 

a total trip 

but boy oh boy 

how i  wanna slip 

and take 

yeah 

even if 

i die 

of heartbreak 

UNDER MY FEELINGS

i wish 

i could 

be with you 

for good 

again 

yeah i wish 

that we 

could be 

more than 

friends 

oh, why?

did you & i end 

yeah, 

i wonder 

as i go under 

my feelings 

yeah,

dealing with 

what I'm...

 dealing with

but there seems 

to be 

no off-switch  

to my dreams 

and oh  

how i wish

that i didn't 

have to

 write this 

yeah 

that i could 

live-out 

the life

i see 

as paradise 

to me

yeah 

my Earth's Eternity     

MY HANDICAP SIGHT

okay maybe 

i wasn't meant 

to be 

somebody's

 lady 

or 

to have someone's 

baby 

but why?

yeah, as i cry

myself 

to sleep at night 

with no one 

to hold me  

tight 

yeah snd 

it's all because 

of 

my handicap sight 

that i 

can't even 

get a try 

at romantic love 

MAN

GOD'S PLAN 

HURTS 

LIKE A METAL

 GLOVE 

HEY, WHAT'S UP WITH ALL THESE ROAD BLOCKS?

 God 

are you waiting?

for my body 

to die 

to still me 

why

i was 

or am 

single 

DAMN

yeah feelin' 

closed off 

like a  clam 

in the sea 

yeah with 

no one 

to mate 

with me 

or 

choose 

to uses 

me 

as 

a thing of  beauty 

around their neck 

yeah 

neglect  neglect 

that's 

how i feel 

for real 

being still 

single 

with tingle 

and strong desire 

to not be 

alone 

and to mingle 

yeah 

at age 45 

I'm still 

alive 

but

no one 

seems 

to wanna drive 

The Psalm of My Life ( The Sum of My Life)

man

God made me 

to be 

in this body 

yeah 

for good 

and not for naughty 

but 

i still yearn 

to be somebody's

 heartburn

yeah 

a hottie 

with 

a Tottie

or 

some tongue 

with 

rum 

yeah 

who wants 

to 

feel 

on my

 bum 

for real 

and 

wants to 

stay 

for the sunny 

and the grey 

inspired by my life and psalm 23

EVERY 11 MINUTES (988)

your spirit wants to live 
so give your breath a chance 
to do a life dance 
yeah 
have a romance 
or 
a loving glance 
for a lifetime 
yeah
because 
suicide 
is something 
that you cannot 
hide 
or 
rewind 
so be kind 
to sunshine 
in the sky 
and honor 
The Most High's 
plan 
by 
staying here 
on Earth
my dear

THE WEEK of THE WEAK

sins 
love to come
 in  
on a Sunday 
and
 man  
repentance 
loves to show up 
on a Monday
morning 
yeah 
before 
you're
 yawning 
and 
the sky 
is storming 
yeah 
the real 
global warming 
performing 
on the inside 
and 
the out 
yeah ooh 
it makes me wanna 
shout 
like a trout 
on a hook
but instead 
my spiritual 
writes books 
that looks 
like 
my life 
yeah 
the sugar 
and 
the spice 

BEGGING for OR....

please 

come in 

my skin 

or 

touch 

my flesh 

with

your best 

yeah 

put my body 

into

some 

 naughty rest

yeah 

make me feel

real

blessed 

yes 

i must confess 

that 

my insides 

can

 no longer 

hide 

destess 

STILL?... NO WHEEL ...FIREWORKS TONIGHT?

god 

fridays are 

so freakin' hard

for me 

yeah 

'cause i so 

wannabe 

romantically 

involve  

yeah 

i wanna 

do it all 

yeah

 get the calls

get the dates 

and 

the sex 

on the plate 

yeah 

i can't wait 

but boy, 

how i hate 

this single state  

A CAUSE for REFLECTION

now could this be 

the last of me

on Earth 

 now only 

God knows first 

yeah if this is 

my last verse 

unrehearsed 

yeah my last wonder 

of thunder 

under 

the surface 

of 

my purpose 

or 

my palsy 

yeah should 

my last statement 

be real good 

and 

ballsy 

ON MY CEREBRAL PALSY FRAME

I've been in love 

a time or two 

yeah

but only GOD 

really knows 

with who 

yeah 

it's true 

and 

my heart is 

still blue 

because 

they love 

wasn't the same

and 

my last name 

has never changed 

and dang 

i blame 

this singleness 

and 

the reason 

for me 

feeling pissed 

on 

my cerebral palsy frame  

mane

A BEAUTIFUL PLANT

every time  

i rhyme 

the sun shines

yeah

with every verse 

i break 

every curse  

that's been rehearsed 

over my shoulder 

yeah 

in the eyes of 

the boulder 

my pouts 

are welcome

to come out 

yeah even  

in a shout 

or 

a rant 

my thoughts 

turn into 

a beautiful plant 

with a slant 

Have you considered my servant Monique?

mmm

something to consider 

i am no quitter 

 or 

just a random pick 

of 

the litter 

and man 

I'm sick of 

the lack of 

romantic love 

yeah 

where's my 

turtle doves 

or 

my crown 

down 

here 

yeah 

to make up for 

all of 

the tears

 i have endured 

over the years 

and through 

the woods 

and oftentimes

not feelings 

so good 

with what
 i'm dealing 

with 

in my heart 

in my mind 

or

in my rhymes

  inspired by my life and The Book of Job