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The boy was only four years old
but he’d watched Scoobey Doo
Seen them chase many a monsters
who’d escaped at the zoo.
The October sun was soon down.
His parents day was through.
His Mom had hand sewn his costume
SHE thought he looked real cute!
The boy was only four years old
but even small men new;
you didn’t stop the mean monsters
as a clown at the zoo!
In many stripes of red and white
a white ruff at his neck;
he thought of Shaggy and Thelma
and monsters soon on deck…
The boy was only four years old
HE can make a RATTLE!
So, he ran into the kitchen
for an empty soda bottle.
A few small stones dropped down the neck
some yarn made it dangle
and he’d made a fine hoodoo charm
and bring it to battle!
He’d seen Shaggy fighting zombies
witch doctors in their day.
He’d watched Scoobey scare the monsters
He knew just how to play!
Frankenstien and Dracula
frightened kids in his line
but when they came to that cute clown
HE scared THEM you’ll find!
He shook his homemade hoodoo charm
and watched them skedaddle
cause theirs nothing quite so frightenin’
as a MAD CLOWN with a rattle!
I've been doin' time, sittin in this jail cell for too long.
Yea, I made mistakes because I was headstrong
when I killed Isabelle, but it's what she deserved.
She ran off with my coke and money. That was wrong.
I want outta prison. Enough years have been served.
She was sent to New Orleans just to shut me down.
I ruled like I was a king, a legend in my hometown.
But that greedy French chick stole from me and fled
to New York. Did she think I was clowning around?
I knew I'd find her there, and soon she'd end up dead.
That's where Moon Knight found me to make a deal.
He was lookin for my contact, but I wouldn't squeal.
I got the best of him and knocked him into the river
after overpowering him with my muscles of steel.
He wanted my contact information, but I didn't deliver.
I found Isabelle and kept her doped up for five days,
Shot her up with drugs until her mind was in a haze.
She told me what she'd done with my coke and money,
then I stabbed her until she was dead, her eyes agaze.
That was payback, but that woman was smooth as honey.
I dumped her body on the Westside and felt no pity.
I was in a hurry to get back home to Mardi Gras in the city.
The plan was to make raids when people were at parades.
While the cops were busy, I'd get down to the nitty-gritty
then high tail it outta town and hide out in the Everglades.
But Moon Knight and his pal Frenchie, were on my trail.
They wanted to capture me before my tracks got stale,
and found me at the Fair Grounds, betting on a horse.
Tearing up a losing ticket I'd bet on a nag of a bangtail.
I fought them off and got away using strength and force.
I took shelter in a warehouse a block from Jackson Square
but there was no escaping again when they found me there.
I wasn't gonna go down easy and had my ice pick ready.
Moon Knight broke my jaw, throwing a punch with fanfare.
It brought me to my knees when my legs became unsteady.
When I'm outta this hell hole, I swear I'm gonna get even.
Been shut up in jail too long and tired of all the grievin.'
Moon Knight hasn't seen the last of Cajun Creed. Not yet.
Vengeance has kept me sane, because it's what I believe in.
You can put a C note down on that promise. Make that bet!
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Sponsored by Robert James Liguori
Every day you spend clowning
Around, as I sit here drowning
In so much pain you cant see
Because everything is funny
When I try to talk to you
You don't have a single clue
What I'm going through and why
I just want to sadly cry
Because you don't understand
I nee a strong loving man
To help me through tines like this
When its getting serious
But my heart gets torn in half
When you only start to laugh
What's making you sway and swerve
Is it meanness or just nerves
Either way I get offended
One day I will really end it
Because I cant talk it through
With insensitivity that you
Are putting on full display
It will never go away
I have tried time and again
To find a husband and friend
Inside you when times are tough
Some day it wont be enough
To hear excused anymore
As I'm hurting to the core
Welling up with pain to last
As days are going by so fast
Building up I'm gonna walk
Out of this life, you couldn't talk
To me like a husband should
Now my pain is gone for good
Up in heaven I will be
Finally happy, sorrow free
Mwizi! Mwizi! Mwizi!
Shika uyooooo
2am habitual
I toss my sheets stand by the window
They all speak at once
''Achomweee....''
I wear my walkies and switch my lights
I scrunch my nose
Freezing outside
Ni nani?
My anxiety grows
I join the mob
Fury is forehead engraved
Rusty smells of pangas and rakes and jembes
Ticklish breeze blows hard
Goosebumps on my skin
''Leo atakipata,,,ametusumbua sana,,,anaiba ata viatu za watoto,,,OCS asiitwe,,,tutahandle....its all too much
I watch as he lays there
Blood gushing from his pipes
Teeth plucked out
His eye turned purple
His clothes stick ripped
Shivers as he pleads
Oh such a fakist
He deserves death
A silent voice asks,,''why should he face peoples brutality?
Its still for a second the voice creeps up my veins
Dependency is its root
Not having the normal triggers it all
Illiteracy,,, backwardness,,poverty
I can't bear it
5 steps back am out of the crowd
From far i watch as he screams
The matchstick kisses his oil stained body
His body slithers in agony
His whole existence is wiped off
What satisfaction does it offer?
Does it embrace the bitter truth?
From the leaders to the street children
All accustomed to not living without this and that
Is it scary?
It's sickening to think of
Its nauseating to look at
But what can we do?
Those in authority, insensitive is their way
They devour the strength of the weakwisdom
They render souls desperate
A culture it is
How do we change it all?
How do we train those who think are bearers of wisdom?
Desperation is all that is
Tireless working
Seizeless prayers
Hopless souls creep up the church corridor's
Sanity is German
Trying hard,,,having to sweat,,,working till it hurts
Their motto is survival
How do you speak gibberish to African people?
All they do is stare
Walking away is a career
For the gram
Clowning
Empty minds
Hopless souls!
Shame on our motherland!
That is why they plan on wiping us all
All we are is liabilities
Till when?
I wear a smiley face, the sad world to cheer,
With a red smile painted across my face from ear to ear.
My shoes are monstrous, my laugh billows, raucous out loud.
I'm the jester dancing in your face to please the crowd.
But deep within this masked disguise of paint,
Something inside has died, that's neither funny, silly nor quaint.
For the tears painted on my face are not fake but real,
For I cannot shed the dark cloud's doom, and its thunderous peal.
Playing the fool, clowning around is a shield,
For the somber dark sadness felt within and revealed,
When the tears of clowns roll down my painted cheeks.
Warm, wet and fresh, as the sadness within wells-up, and bleats.
Today was a good day to take
A swim with their friends at the lake.
It was sunny outside,
Not a cloud could be spied,
And morning was starting to break.
They packed up a thing or two
Before they met Split and Blue.
For Blue, some sun glasses;
For Split, some nice grasses.
‘Cuz that’s just what friends like to do.
Then they all headed up the hill
To splash, to float, and to chill.
But out in the lake,
They saw a dark shape,
The swim lost a bit of its thrill.
There it was! A leg? Or a fin?
Broke the surface, went under again.
Now what is that cretin?
We’d surely be eaten.
We’re certainly not going in!
So they launched the float in the creek.
With Bat’s claws, it soon sprung a leak!
To add to the scare,
The sound of the air
Made a terrible snake-hissing shriek.
Pretty soon, they were all in the drink.
“And what could be worse?” you might think.
A cat in the water
Is not like an otter;
Bat thrashed, and he started to sink!
Poor Gat was nowhere to be found;
She hung on a branch, upside-down.
Don’t laugh, to be fair,
Even heros get scared.
They cried, “Help! Stop clowning around!”
From her upside-down perch in the tree,
Gat was in a position to see
The strange water beast,
Getting ready to feast,
Was coming right towards all three!
Well, to all of their great surprise,
A turtle appeared, of great size.
“I’ve no plans to attack,
Quick, get on my back,
And I’ll get you to land; Hang on, guys!”
So they rode on the turtle to shore,
And they all thanked him down to their core.
A lesson learned well:
Some heros have shells.
But they don’t go for swims anymore!
Where me cry,
Men don't drink much;
Where me stare
Till eyes are sore;
Women never come,
How did this one do!
Coming to me, she wears
Denims, short to show off
Beautiful legs;
I am busy clowning around for you.
She does not sleep,
Dreaming wishing I could be,
Making love to her;
I am busy begging to make you smile.
She call me at odd hours,
She has never seen any like me;
Yet I have never seen
One like you!
She calls my mother,
Your son loves another not me,
I have tried all I can do,
I even pay for his rent;
But his heart is stuck on another.
Where men cry!
AWAKENING
Sleep and slumber, dreams of wonder... weaving,
morning’s vacuum broke the spell
Pitted pillow, note of parting... leaving,
“from your friend, a fond farewell”
Sunrise throbbing, twilight aching... grieving,
daydreams, flashbacks, nightmares knell
Pale phantasms, visions sneaking... thieving,
plot to fill the empty shell
12 DELIRIA
1st Delirium: Collapses
Fractured sky bolts, billows bursting... rumbling,
heavens tighten, turn the vise
Horsemen saddle shafts of lightning... tumbling,
jagged highways must suffice
Ruptured skyways, hailstones crackling... crumbling,
naked pearls of paradise
Toxic tongues of laughter stinging... stumbling,
ocean buckets choked with ice
Droplets drumming, thunder muzzled... mumbling,
washed out whispers pay the price
Smothered blazes, cinders smoking... humbling,
ashes shaped in sacrifice
2nd Delirium: Descents
Asphalt alleys, ashen faces... frowning,
blowing bubbles, chewing gum
Drinking ale from tavern tankards... downing,
moonlit beads of painted rum
Stony stars and sea misshapen... drowning,
humble rivers’ rhythms hum
Apparitions aspirating... clowning,
diamonds dying , minstrels strum
Incandescent candles conquered... crowning,
vacant vapours, cold and numb
3rd Delirium: Fates
Tempest turmoil, tapered turrets... holding,
dungeons, dragons, chains and racks
Wheels of fortune, Tarot temptress... molding,
Hangmen, Towers, One Eyed Jacks
Sand dune castles, cryptic candles... folding,
warping walls of liquid wax
Idols colder, combed and coddled... scolding,
hide in fissures, peek through cracks
continued in part 2
Purposely off center, on tippy toe.
What a feat; completely nuts.
Tummy tuck, umbrella in hand,
just clowning around; on the brink
of a niagara fall. Tintinnabulation of
power, provoking an audience cower;
…over the rainbow it seems.
The audience holds on for dear life.
Colors blossoming like sunbursts.
Muscling up courage to close my eyes.
The ringing in my mind, an eruption
of a pale face, red honker, on the edge.
Blinking umbrella with ab rise and fall.
What was I thinking? Can’t turn back,
losing my grip, decentralized.
The audience holds on for dear life.
back in the day when we were kids, we be in the backyard playin, mostly clowning each other and when one of us would get just a little bit too spicy most of the time that would be me, momma Gladys would crack the back screen door and go Hold Now Lucie yeah cause I got that T A stuff . I know you cant comprehend where I been or where I'm about to be yet, you tuff yeah but I got that T A stuff and if that don't get it I just reach up above and grab some of that super natural mind you a beat I did not skip, touching the super natural you need ah relationship, since we on a skip trip let's skip the rythmic flow that's smart and sleek anybody can do that who spent at least 4 out of a 5 day week and move to the dynamic fundamentals, if you want, go git it and if you hear the word no, they own it not you Trump Ability, can you say that wit me, trump ability hmmmm, I can write a poem about that,I got that T A stuff.