been gone

enough; basta

            after dumb shit, end of always fronting

reaper profits

christmas bonus from our demise

evil will turn righteous spirit into zombie slaves

hard to behave

pacing in a cage

trapped by funky morals

which way do you grow

when shadows attached to shoulders

heart colder than

wind on wet naked skin

hugs craving human touch

if alone

a smile can reconnect

laughing at our tragic situation

such oblivious ignorance

passionate action requires

responsibility of heavenly presence

won’t communicate unless we can hear

clear conversation

tempting rushed judgement

we don’t see true representation

only angry archetypes

in search of stereotypical satisfaction

hatred distracts from core issues

missing point

reach for convenient scapegoat

soothe your confused soul

barely hanging by thinning scalp

sculpt statues out of doubt boulders

conference at crooks cypher

repatriate their pockets

thieves think tank

why fingers so sticky

at neverending feast ever full

assassins steal god’s light

for capital contracts spending

currency that couldn’t come back

revenge got us

losing pinky toes and stubby thumbs

until all that is left

is middle one

flipping off kindness

switch so eyes focused on faith

can barely feel our way through dark

so gloomy morning might not shine

reminded by mission

declaring gift to universe

what shall you offer to lift your fellow brother

how can you support your beautiful sister

we all pray towards the sun

on this tiny planet

earth we living

been

Clason Point Gardens Poetry

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10473

After you hop off the Bx5

At the corner of Story and Noble

Head up the block to Hot Millz

24/7 convenience Lotto and Deli

for your preferred roll ups dollar Arizona

and Ham & Cheese on roll

before you go back to the lab

so you can eat relax zone out and don’t

have to go back outside to pass the chessboards

see Dee Lush wrinkle under orange ambiance

every Bloka watching cars criss cross twisted lane

what set you claim

what gang you bang

what up Tone session

why you keeping it moving

no longer chill while all the broke homies linger

everyone grew up passed on left behind

once was great

now outside way too late

lost can’t find

salvation on sale at corner store

no way to escape

we here until we find something better

never forget foundation

remember everywhere you fell down

scraped skin thought wouldn’t stop bleeding

what a feeling bags getting more brolic

Walk around every brick got similar flame product

So much fire

Burned away potential of powerful pueblo

Continuing legacy of broken barrio

Who will organize the tenants of Clason Point

All those years

Generations squeezed in couches

Any possibility of public private propriety

Instead infectious anxiety

PSA 8 still lurking for a security slip

Overnight trip

Throggs Neck Housing Precinct not even

43^rd across slick street

Right next to People’s Firehouse with

Season’s Greetings Wreath

Peek from childhood windows

Might find best friend from next door

Paying drive thru visit

Cement spirit mimic ice grill lyrics

Every Soundview rapper brags about

What guap they got

But you real Sangre

Under federal indictment

Move quiet about how you get it

Nah so loud

Always advertise whatever emptiness available

Wise guy grey hairs gracefully exit

Out the game but you stayed past your prime

Now a shorty shit stain

Who used to be your doula

Wants to splatter extinction

Until you ain’t safe

To smoke in the same place

Bullets chase sharp poison

Bitter liquor sweet revenge

Don’t exist when you still on same bench

Disappear before sun drops temperature

Raises death as topic of conversation

Quick casualty

Coughing up what’s left of courage

Creeping around chest

Powerful mind weakest flesh

Fool school over sweaty chichos

At sausage fest sponsored by Hennessy XO

Very special

Influential insight inhibited because so much

Dumb shit disrupted long lineage

What legacy can we establish for our descendants

Bequeath reputation rotten hatred foul doctrine deceit

Pass along plugs if legit

Let me hold whatever’s remaining

After love evaporates

Meet up at Jimbo’s for best breakfast in regular radius

Built about where we been

Begin to embrace where we at

Hood is toxic trap

But our families held on to us

Push us forward never back onto cool curb pillow

Snooze how much lost

But rest of life here to gain

Every garden mobbing

Where’s the promise of hungry money

Historical district of urban planning

Benign neglect failure follows fickle finance

Food stamps fed us

Malnourished with nutritional deficiencies

From false profit

Never acknowledged for ambitious stories

Instead robbed of liberty

Lack of freedom

Prisoners of ignorant glory

Can’t blame brothers

Bearing beastly burden vicious victims

Of political impoverished public housing system

But bredren

It ain’t the illuminati

That’s killing our righteous living

Searching for Optimism

Pull up

Exchange routes

Relax

Either wise or points high

Swiftly drive by

Interrupt pacing

Racing against what we facing

Immeasurable odds

Forever filthy

Who will feel me

Look over like I love this guy

CPG benches type high

Manana embrace next level

Peace power and justice

Follow faith endless

Always family

Simply stuck

When we all soured up

And don’t give a fuck

What will try enough

Laughing while lurking

Who regards how you searching

Shut down

Next caveman catharsis

Sag with cane sugar

Props for going brazy

Syrupy corn

Exclusive fire

Throat raspy

Strip club market niche

3^rd still scrapping everlasting

Past margin figure that’s cool

Extent of burned out topology

Make up craters age

Slams gravity on hollowed out lungs

This ain’t going nowhere

Soother gotta travel on rugged forest

Break fences ignite under branches

So hype you can taste spliffy saliva

Straight stuntastic rental stash

Riding slow obeying traffic laws

Against crooked bookings central

Anthem celebrate suffocating

What we wish to own

Original god building with ancient wisdom

How was you listening to concrete breathe

Lyrics classic quotable

Chasing chickens

Paint perfect trap talk

Young’n undersmell dank aroma

Light depression heavy clouds

No more or left

Take a leak test

Sum up all your experiences

Results ain’t no epiphany

Extinguished side on

Who back you got

Overstand how reckless fools are

Stooges hobbling for crossover

Ankles all ashy

This brother preaching homicide

When he needs hope and a hot meal

Cool room to crash

When everybody bounce

You still listening to your hood hits

While crew said Fuck You

You stayed wanting end of night el

If flock’s dead who can guide sheep

Towards revival

Resurrection ain’t easy

If respiration’s potential is cloudy

Fizzy piss determines which way you drive

When we gonna thrive

Absolutely complacent with

Public housing paradise

Yap where you at

False prophets fake followers

For Venom can only hope that we apply

Lessons to strengthen next generation

No guidance for chancla entourage

Pinball piff spots perhaps

Next presidents will have passed time like this

Illuminate infrastructure injected inferiority

Within each puff how powerful

Parents potted where your youth lit it loud

Had it once upon a had to grow up

Gain more mananas young brolic

Flexing like fuck it hashtag validviolation

Push purpose in that pen

Friends like family only few left

Go get it the best

Less than never

Stay quite clever

For what you given

Much is owed

Load blessed burden

New world turning in innocent brains

Still that kid from Clason Point Lane

Look yourself in mirror

Please say I CAN

Gather glorious gospel in new land

Embrace unknown

What’s yet to come shall be grand

I still believe I'm a poet. I think that counts for something.

Hope Hangover

When you hit the block

Your fangs descend

Fishscales regenerate

On your exoskeleton

You got a concrete chin in a plywood jaw

With fire hydrant tears

The corner has little concern for

Your vulnerable exterior

Giving away Bravo chips and nacho cheese

On your scrawny shoulders

You left logic leaking from internal bleeding

Beneath the stop sign

Each gypsy cab takes as suggestion

Nobody obeys the speed limit here

Each pedestrian takes rush hour express

For a triplicate signature with notarized witness

Verifying they are you

Hop on shuttle bus completing off books transaction

But forgot a receipt testifying to withdrawal

Call next on full

Hope young boys don’t pick you last

Wait for ball to come to you

Take shot if you open

Make shorties remember your name

Because you got more grey hairs

Than they got losses

Half your sweat inherited

Another amount paranoid investment

For every spot tell them your war stories

Nobody cares unless currency confirmed

Exchanged debt on what you can’t pay

Let gravity pile up your change caliber

Hit up yala to hold a loosey on the arm

While Lucy on patrol salivating for you to spit

Could you ever switch

Write that slithery solo

Dolo to cabeza association of abandona’o

Ese tipo bien pasa’o

Pero chewing for what you can barely nibble

Where mi gente know the riddle of life

Ain’t no fortune cookie

Terrific trinity

Sour haze kush

Begging salvation in front of Holy Cross

Scared to step in all the sins might sting

While angels stare

Who care except who still surviving

Long to scribble in these pages

Face a pagina blanca

Ain’t a smidgeon resembling pigeon

Shitting on you for Buena suerte

Cheers to customers hunting for ganga

Direct dollar tree 99 cent or more

Keep crib mistolin fresh despite

Kitty litter or Entourage

Pausa slash on skin

Buck fifty gauze stitch

Guava guayabera on triple fat goose

Gully peace god

Attempting to maintain

Apply this daily science

So you won’t get an F in finance

Felon without inside tips

Ribs boneless

No bonus for overtime on benches

Homie don’t get spoiled by fine selection

Perforation on back means

Pull with skilled perfection

These walls give dull reception

Sculpt scars around intimidating white space

In a race with shadow

Beating you to finish line

Pinata papi

Candy spin out sugary guts

Take a dump from your clip

Left a few by window sill

Each morning had daily ritual

Sorta iffington in air gone scent linger

Longer than you think

Too much time in between barbed wire parenthesis

Can’t invent these dreams

Wherever you at is the scene

Jungle ain’t gone

Fall through pay your friendly visit

Pain on exhibit

Vintage played out fashion

Wear those wrinkles so well

Old citizen how could you yell

All frazzle stubble

More polite pebble than sure solid rock

On top receding shore

Dawn days of yore

Bubba yummy

Blink unwrap mind map

Where you at

None of your clucking fitness

Tick to click

Memory straight hit trig

Once a kid

Sing a song of Solomon

Lonely king

Hold it like a boulder

Bolsa de fuego waiting to be lit

Who got next twist

Stuff a godfather burned in effigy

Fresh recipe precise knocking

Got whole hood shaking

Over there cheating no duplication

Rain gives papercuts

Bills go extra crispy

Miss me with that frail knowledge

Representation of CPG wise scholars

Ponder tomorrow

Powder pepper trails with dutch remnants

For you to follow

Stuck in town puddle drowns

Strike hype chord praise Lord

Shiver chills ill with bagged up cure

Emptied to be refilled

Form jagged geometry

Geology bugged landscape

Parched tundra

Transform backpark into pop up gallery

Sidewalk silent auction

Spontaneous game from 10473 893 7354

Original numbers remembered

Like scabs you forgot you fell

Train rumble schedule

Static standing behind line caution

Read the signs or

Hack up lung butter fine

Cram shred of steroid corroded beef

Don’t know why or who we fighting

Bare truth at special committee

Where does your sangre stand

Shattered with no lint magic dust

Only got honesty left

With hands out

I miss El Puente Academy, Peace and Justice Forever

Make it Rain Journals

                  After Ronaldy Salcedo

Un tipo loco declares

I got an interview with Harvard tomorrow

Gonna get up at 1 am right now its 1130 am

Been screaming non stop

Gillie da kid ghostwriter

Be like Cannon

Dis youth terrible attention deficit

Loose oversized jeans with no belts

Chucks no laces

No braces with sores on gums

Son I’m no ignorant chump

I got my knowledge I signed up for illuminati

When I’m alone I’m a monster

When I’m with peoples I get shook

How you do it Ant

In front of all those people

Big pool gotta dive in

How are you surviving

Ridiculous fool running around weary mask

Sociably barely known locally

Vocally identified before having any place

In bullshit conversation

Inject isolation intravenously

Previously desired greater mananas

Now prisoner of your palabras

Disciplined by drama

Can’t even pretend to be calmer

Hypebeast is on overdrive

Stupido zone eyeballs rolling back in blessed skull

Beloved baba precedent over rising above

Elevation held back by grimy gravity

What is sanity when we all barely hanging on

Nails poorly hammered floor board squeaking

One eye peeking behind bangs

Don’t let your hope hang off a tree

Can you believe blood on leaves from brown brain

Hanging in breeze sad strange fruit

Pursuit of death instead of defining your life

say my name

Morales

Weighing scales of justice

Seesaw heavy balance missing

Dizzy needle in rainy jungle

Puddle on top of glacier

Salt crystal at bottom of shaker

Small ant on blade of grass in ghetto acre

All praises to divine creator

Plowing path on planet rock

Floating in vast universe

No reverse abstract cyclical

Material deadened spiritual

Long travels circle enough laps

Turn dizzy

Not wrizzy until you concede defeat

Legacy of royalty

Describe concrete against warm insides

Regurgitated

How much further can you take it

Threshold is stagnant alcohol

Mixed with gut acid

Thrashing like cat in cold water

Dame un refresco

Tengo que respirar

Ghetto scholar

Hood thespian

Spontaneous block theatre

Rare referendum

In pointless election

Perception outweighs politics

Porqueria infects your immune system

Is it possible to purge

Heavily processed perspective

Regulated with internal critics

Integral lyrics

Connected with your pride

In your darkest moments

Truth will let you survive

Working on fumes

From wombs zoom until tomb

Marked or undistinguished

Relinquish that pedigree

Effortlessly holding onto negativity

Distracted by intangible

Handle with kitchen mittens

Too hot to touch

Avoid the cherry on the j

Lingering too close to pointer

Raised to sky

Berrylicious morality

Never was sweet lies

I MISS NYC SO MUCH

The city is my muse

Breathing that traffic train

Rush hours heart don’t stop

Until you get home from work

Brick wind

Concrete grill bitter

Go to hospital be iller

Hit fruit stand

Shiny apple in rotten manzana

Street level pharmacist

Lets you self medicate

Cost of living easy to hate

Gentrifucker hipster

Pricing you out petty paradise

Faking discovering your corner

Life and death been

Standing on the crossroads

Opportunity missed the shuttle bus

Regret begging for a transfer

If you give me a swipe

I’ll freestyle a bootleg fuzzy

With laugh track and camcorder jiggle

Bleak clouds tear jerker

Benefit cut Boar’s Head

Diaper loose and beef pattie

Crying baby needs to nurse

Under neon dollar menu

Parents missing in action

Tears collected in reservoir

Ready to be bottled purified from tap

Slapped by sidewalk

Who will stop and feed that child

Raise youth find beauty in cold cement

Joy in barely paying rent

Suspense not knowing where yesterday went

Born in uncertain barrio

Who will lend you a napkin

If you leak from jugular

Oppression so regular got grooves

Where stiff cuff clicks

Paint by numbers chaos

Sidewalk chalk body outlines

Reaching vertical stretched horizontal

Blast Uptown Baby at OT drivethru

Forever bleed Knicks orange blue

Haunted by lack of success overdue

Make it aqui you will be popping papi

Si no another case of the coulda shoulda

Who wouldn’t put up a battle worthy

Candlelight memorial even if you empty

Every 40 guzzled gallon of goose

Hyped off henny you still can’t drip

As heavy as east flowing to Harlem

Bubbling to Atlantic

Stranded on islands of isolation

Cut the bullshit

Why you carrying around baggage

From past decades

Grinding for minimum wages of routine

Rigamorole all control freaks

Who can’t hold onto hope for too long

The beast will break you weak

Streets can make you strong

What’s more beautiful

Than summer morning

As we wait for dawn

peace beloved

Gutter Star Haikus

            For Sir Pop a Lot

Color schemes program

Brown shorties to become hood

Subliminal traps

By design you can’t

See sky over projects’ height

Won’t go where don’t see

hood flick

Glory Portrait

Dropouts about to get back in the game

Pop 40 highlights outta town escapades

Been afraid

Tomorrow might transition

Too comfortable to bounce so hastily

Lately becomes yesterday

Half a man cell decay evaporates with each pull

Lil higher stale lavender flowerpot

Opposite of true intelligence

Can’t get an overtime replay

Blown call at hood tournament

Do over suspect Watson flooded

Camouflaged hot boys ready to ignite fuse

Challenge your promotional single will ever

Reunite familia haven’t seen

Since shat for amusing embarrassment

Ayer chopped down faster than

Ancient swamp trees

Woodchip legacy

Projector on side of brick fades with sun

Rises over brighter mistakes

You can’t take back when your ball caught limbs

Bird shit dropped on brim

Chances are slim screams battle

Just to hear loud whispers

What we supposed to do with all this knowledge

Brag about ignorance

Or freely distribute jewels to beloved

Float gravity deadly possibility

Pluck grey hair

Wisdom be Achilles

No time for shook sons

Don’t question power

Voice is necessary

When old wounds get fresh scabs

Grab mother’s hand

Stop dumb weight crashing father’s dome

Should know lane by now

More confused how life will turn out

Stay rooted in faith

Happiness is not for sale

Point is to do it

Fuck depression if you fail

You succeed from your effort

This is not your fault

You don’t deserve doubt

Hang on to hope

Don’t dead your dreams

Impossible seems likely

Fighting air letting you breathe

Accept anger

Endless bliss crying hurts

Perhaps manana won’t end like this

Give thanks for your ground

Floor slanted to make you slouch

The real has just stepped into the house