There is something intimate about recording in a studio just you, your thoughts, & the Microphone. This is…

Microphone Seduction

She caught eye at first sight, poised in mystery, adorned in a sleek black satin gown:

I wandered what She had in store for me mesmerized by what I see, this beautiful silhouette in front of eye, this vision of sweet release ravenous for my word feast.

A platinum crown wrapped in black diamonds rest upon her head, her eye’s beckoned me closer and closer into her world;

She enticed me with her attentiveness her delight driven by every word proceeding from me; without judgement or critique she longed for me to speak, thirsty for what I had in thought, She held the key to release me.

I still searched for her identity even though her beauty had me in tow her tears begging me to flow joy and sorrow.

My troubles She absorbed, my dreams she adored, my imagination her ears tirelessly record; logging for every out-pour of my heart- which she held from the start.

Mystical was her pull as She pulled me into to her courts of love and desire, holding her in hand, she made me feel like a Man, when she turned to me saying enticingly,

“speak words to me”;


my one and only…,


This poem was inspired by a documentary on Hip-Hop directed by Hip-Hop artist Ice-T. This is…

Behind Bars

My life exists between measurements, between the tick-tock, tick-tock, tempo following a beat that never stops;

vocal portraits seen in every line written, but have you ever taken time out to find out what’s the meaning behind?

my life exists between measurements,
at the edge of a pen is where it begins
too take shape formed from thoughts dwelling on life experiences;

I am a window to the soul of man; from the heart I’m sent with a plan to convey a message purposed to keep hands raised, to evoke strength so one can stand through the craze of the day to day grind easing the may-day’s off the mind.

My life exists between measurements beginning in ancient days when Griot’s told tales and fables, I existed before time had tables, each line is mine;

I am more than a rhyme,

I am the story of a young son hustling on the corner,

I am the story of a young daughter left on her own to roam,

I am history written to melody,

I am the written word spoken giving those who hear a picture of one’s personal Heaven or Hell,

I AM the antidote when all prescriptions fail!

My life exists between measurements, between the tick and the tock; I am woven in to the soul of Hip-Hop, Country, Rock, Rhythm and Blues long before I was sold slave to the “Pop-charts,”

My life existed…!

between measurements, between the tick- tock, so why is the light darkening?

Why has the beat stopped…?!

What happened to the tick-tock,

MY! tick-tock….