The Bastard Reign

Without correction
Loveless
Incapable of teaching
Nor able to be taught
This is beyond generational curse
Beyond cultural understanding
They have no regard
No reason for anything they do
Other than personal glorification
Self preservation
Reconstituted perversion
Of authority and power
Fatherless in dignity
No head to instruct them
Their construction is bred from corruption
And destruction is their result
Trying to correct someone else
When they are beyond reproach
Hard to approach
Easily crush every adversary like a roach
Their commands are as Black Flag to the host
Who gave them their chance to lead
Funny how they stand in judgment over others
Yet disregard their own punishments
Against themselves

~Hebrews 12:8 But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers, then are ye bastards, and not sons.

Sundress (haiku)

Flowery sundress
Her figure fills it
Beauty dawns

Soul Tied

It's not about sex
It's not about trying to feel the manifestation
Of flesh and lust
No
It's about the thirst for your love
The desire for your heart
The covering of your warmth enveloping
Every muscle and tissue of my body
This
Physical representation of the psychological being
That is me
It's not about sex
It's not about lust
It's not about the raw fire that
Drives others to pursue with abandonment
The fulfillment of their promiscuity
Their
Necessity to expel human nature
Through intensity in penetration
It's not about sex
No
Far beyond that
Beyond that realm where the act of sensuality
Is only displayed in connection
This is about love of that which is not tangible
Or temptatious
This is about the mating of the soul

Platinum Chains and Gold Watches

Big things going down
Strive for greatness always like
A young kid kicking the ball they trying to get
Wanting to achieve on levels I once feared
Not going to let past actions dictate next year
I'm on it
Going hard like two convicts on the run
I have plans to succeed
That's right
More than one
For years people slept on me
Thought it was far-fetched my dreams
But now they stand shocked when they see
The manifesting
Now they think I'm in it for the limelight
I have a higher source
Way better than five mics
So thanks to those who always supported me
And to those who always doubted
You will see
What's done is for more than just the front stage
Keep the glitz and glamour
I'll stay the same

A Cafe for Food and Poetry (fundraiser)

Things have been very busy lately, but I am so glad that I have not lost a supporter during this time. I come now with something that is very dear to me, and I need your help.

There is a restaurant, that has been closed down for years. The owner was in middle of renovation, when tragedy struck his family. Throughout the process of trying to move forward, he has faced one distress after another. He has since decided to give up, and sell the property.
I have looked at the place, and even though it does need more work done, it is structurally sound. The foundation is strong, and the outside is spacious. This would make a great place for gatherings, open mics, group meetings, and of course, simple dining.

The fundraiser (which I will provide the link for) is to help facilitate the costs of purchase and renovation. Every bit helps, and not one single dime will be used personally. This is a dream that will not be squandered. I want to provide an atmosphere for families to be able to bring their children, organizations to have their meetings, artists to come and share their talents, without any extra activities interfering or diminishing the dining experience.

So please, join me in this effort. If you cannot contribute now, that is okay. It is open until the goal is met. But you can in the meantime share this with others. It will be greatly appreciated.

Thank you,
Mr. Riley

A Cafe for Artists of Food and Poetry

Welcome to Real Life, Pt. 2

Welcome to real life
Where the clock don't stop
Cuz the body drops
And they call the cops
And detectives come
And they popping gum
See the moms in the streets
Crying for her son
Trying to prove he hard
Said he will not run
Took so many shots
NBA And 1'd
Now he laid out like
Pressed out ones
And the digits
Scratched off the gun

Welcome to real life

This the real that stay raw
This was the camel that dropped the straw
These are the tracks from off the 'Lac
That peeled away when shooting at
These young bucks with young dreams
With no rules and low jeans
Who pack gats and stay lean
Cuz they have no sense of self esteem
Can't buy hope by slinging things
Can't have focus while spliffing green
Can't give old spots them new scenes
But you can make change doing new things
Hot slugs rip through the torso
Shells lace streets like a warzone
And just in case you don't know
Then listen to me real slow

Welcome to real life
Out in them streets
They call it murder

Random Chatter

Wolf in sheep clothing
Wool over your eyes
Walk in my shoes
Watch where they lie
Watchwear they eye
Focus on the time
Hands stay moving
Face going out it's mind
Stand at attention
Sad the intention
Stay keeping secrets
Like Victoria was peeking
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