The Baker's Man: Haiku

This powdered sugar
It ain't got shit on you girl
Sweet ass extra fine.

Heaven and Hell: Royal Safety

Lights outside my window.
Immature instincts allow me to think about carnival lights and glow sticks.
Red and blue blend.
Blue.
Red.
And then
Merely a purple blur.
The cops again.

Proof

I
Being simple minded and all
Want to give you the world
But instead I have to take in to consideration
Your fears you like to call
Reverse anticipation
Left in a state of confusion
Waiting on the ratification of our union
Wondering what will happen
When I run out of things
To prove.

Drop By

I didn't leave the country
Didn't go out of town
Never set foot out of my city
Let alone venture out of state
I'm not even in the beautiful city on the front of this postcard,
And no it wasn't a mistake.
I just wanted to make sure you still had my address
Or at least knew it when you saw it.
I figured you just...
Forgot
Maybe that's the reason you're never just
"In the neighborhood"...
So here's a reason for you to just
Drop by
Since you don't do it anymore
Just in case
You don't have an excuse anymore
Just let me know you got this, please...
Alright?

Situational Shit

Lately all I’ve been doing is plotting
On how to tell my current girl
That soon I’ll be giving the next a whirl
Telling her she was my ex girl
With a smile.
Maybe I'll be saying:

‘Baby it's ok
Cause on some real shit
She wasn't really worth my while
If you get my drift.’

And then I'll grind some colors
Split a spliff
Roll a forest
Flick a flame
Until it smolders
just exhale
Real quick
Just need to prepare
To admit my faults
And sketch my past in minor detail

See...
I ain't afraid to admit
That all of loves attempts
Didn't prevail
Sold myself short so many times to heart break
I should hold stock in retail
Hold on
Let me calm it down
Before it sounds like it’s been
Preplanned…
Let me reorder my words
Jumpstart my heart
So it’s ready and willing to be
Reprogrammed
Spit her some smooth like
Like baby
My love speaks a whole ‘nother language
I just hope you understand

But right now,
I’m just sticking to the plan
And all I can tell her is who I am
And when the time comes
Where she asks if I’m taken…
Drop my voice
Real low
Begin to use my hands
And let her know…
“Look baby, I’m in a situation”.

For the Speculators

Don't need a feminist
Proclaiming how it isn't about the hate for men
But how to uplift the female gender
A dictator
A political investigator
A revolutionist
A Baptist
A Communist
Or a believer
And all that shit.
Cooler than a winter breeze
Is fine with me.
Record on the camcorder
90 degree knees
And take note.
This may be how the revolution is.

Land of the Brave

The Superstitious
Never bear witness
To the nature of the Beast
Mauled from the rear
There is nothing closer
Then the future
That they fear.