Derrick bullied me in the hallways, in my mind brought varsity blues, to go along with rhythm in the corridors I did stew. Labeled me “David Ruffin…” without him, The Temps ain’t nothin’! All I saw was the drug addict Leon played, blind to all his real-life ways. He sang the sweetest songs, led the […]Read more "– without david ruffin… –"
No makeup natural, diamond shine professional – recognize royalty when you’re in her presence. Glasses built like iron, Medusa tresses wired – respect her gifts ’cause she is a present. A queen like her namesake, real gem no fake, knockoff on the curb, true woman of her word, and you’ll know when she takes […]Read more "– the queen and her guitar –"
Foggy memory of face, an outline bold as ink, don’t I know he left a trace in each concept I think? The genius gene in my fingertip, I see the print… I see the traces of him… free bird swoop into art, thinking of him… how his words set my start, traces of me… and […]Read more "– traces of him –"
Why oh why should I have to work twice as hard only to get half as much… than that ‘lighter guy,’ through basic acts becomes the star, celebrated, honored, and such? Isn’t service enough? Do it for the greater good. Isn’t honor enough? Know respect is understood. Glory is A.O. K….but I know I’ll get […]Read more "– twice as hard, half as much –"
There will be time to live like winter, it’s only natural, life less than fantastical, but for now summer spray paints words in gold, a sweet respite for all that’s cold. The sun upon my face is only natural, found life fantastical. ~ ~ D.J.W.Read more "– let this be a sad poem not –"
I can feel it in the Valley… bus ridin’ up Van Nuys. Tell me if it’s up my alley… morning rain so soft like. Wally World’s an anchor store, expecting less, still craving more. Do you feel it here in Cali… when it’s new sights you find? Up and down Panorama Mall, less time […]Read more "– clouds, rain, and panorama mall –"
I won’t forget even when I should. I’m in- capable… it’s incredible. What pencil, what utensil was used on my memory? Sketched up the portraits I can’t burn, etched up and open to the lessons learn. Art from the dark, ’til death do I part, will be more than just a memory. ~ False flags, […]Read more "– etched in my mind –"