Best Bloods Poems
Trinity Garden Bloods 4ever
Poem by Cmack Estevez
I grew with friends from Elementary
I grew with bloods in Middle School that I knew in 2nd grade.
But I never screw up in the poverty North Eastside streets of Screwtown.
Jasper Aaron Banks was my homeboy for life from sixth to eight grade he kept me away from the gang stuff.
He knew I had potential in something unique and special so he wanted me to focus on my writing while he gang bangs.
He told me there’s more in life than being all hard and banging.
He was my nigga till the end
We share
We care
We ride
We didn’t hide
We had everything in common when it came to rap and movies.
Jasper was like a friendly Casper that influence me to the positivity road.
But what struck me was that he ended up being paralyzed by a group of disgraceful wannabe Crabs that dress like crap with bullets bleeding out on his lower back Lord it should’ve been me not him.
His life was ruined when he ended up in a wheelchair.
He was only 13 like my age .
He was so young and so was I
A victim by the hands of a wannabe
They might’ve wet my homeboy up but they couldn’t shut him up forever with them bullets
My homeboy still lives.
I love this guy like a brother and always eternally.
He’s wasn’t no water to me he was thicken blood to me in my sickening system.
He was my family.
But all I know is that I made it as a poet and this is dedicated to all the bloods that I respect growing up with in Houston for 12 years and to the other bloods stay up and keep your head up.
Jasper is my ride and die till the end
Titus Devante Scott is my side nigga
Jamarkus Dwayne Henry my ride and die till the end
And everybody that I grew with in Trinity Gardens in Houston down to that 77016 I’m still loyal and bout it.
Trinity Garden Bloods 4ever till the casket drops.
THEIR BLOOD SPEAK OF PAINS
My teeth clapped in tears
In my wobbled mouth
The sky darkened at noon
Words eluded my dried mouth
As I watched their bodies sprayed
In the crowded street with people
Gathered in pains, weeping and groaning
They stood alerted, each watching his back
Hell on earth, death flaps it happy wings
Yet another feast for the vultures
Yet another works of the holigans
Who says western education is a sin
They never mind the ground who is
Satisfied already but bomb and kill.
Their blood speak of their pains
As it goes down the gutter in agony
Mother earth wept at the lost of beloved
Children who ought have conquer and
Rule in relation to the nature's call.
The ones we love, are the ones you shove,
Yet you think He is happy, the one above.
Probably He is not watching the game...
That will soon bring upon you, shame!
Or will spare you with the earthly death,
But you shall live to suffer while you breathe...
The ones you admire, will be burnt like Fheroes' desires,
To morn your faces with tears so hot of fires!
That in agony, thy peace will know condolences,
How sharp its thorns wear out sighs in sequences;
For love to live the humble royal craziness,
With which you neglected their moms and dads to unwieldiness.
The world you cherish, you shall pray it perish.
Rainbow of trouble, color their courage in fetish!
And cease its effectiveness cum due morrow,
That today will drag the past skipped sorrow;
Unto thy running feet to a one corner...
Feeding you from its karma like foreigner.
The running feet would retire to Niger Area,
Which you abandoned to mosquitoes causing malaria;
Thinking you can forever run the relay...
Traveling to fro the globe without delay-
Getting back from outside the house;
Cleaned of no raging mouse.
Their blood pressure is your hypertension,
You can not hide all day its tension.
Their stifled heartbeats are in your thoughts,
You shall continue to see as stars like astronauts.
Their shining stars have been mar,
You will never be clean of its scar.
Their own home you set on cry,
You will never know joy no matter the try.
Their parents you render childless,
Your wards calamity be bottomless.
Their ways you made bushy,
You will never know ways so cushy.
Live to drink the whole of little,
To mark Abels' blood on Cain not belittle.
AMEN!
You put this blood
in my nerves and you
take my life from
the world before rising
the next sun of your breath
The breath seems full
of your power what I
gave you when you had
no oxygen to take on
the mid of angry ocean
The Ocean was a dilemma
of your living agent and
identity; but now your gigantic
breath spreads the fire of
tears and composes yellow elegy
Elegy into the hot October
gulps the blood of humanity
with vulture's nails scratching
the breast of utmost holiness
for all pure worshipers
Worshipers have no boundary
but endless identity can make
a parallel ground; So, come by oath
to the blood and merge fully
into the flight of Oneness unity
©Mahtab Bangalee
18 October, 2023
Chattogram
mabe by the same maker
and breaker
go to the undertaker
you' will see
that blood flow free
on floor or bed
ALL BLOOD IS RED
we're from one god
he gave you a start
we're all apart
he's is in our head
ALL
BLOOD IS RED