Poetry by Steven Williams

Molly Popping!!!
by Steven Williams

ESPN Molly is popping …
I am addicted to a SportsCenter drug to be a welcome mat, or a Persian rug. She can wipe her pretty feet, and walk all over me for a Kendrick Perk-BIDNESS plug. She is the Beauty to this MadDog Beast with a pen, and my All Star Weekend crush …
I am a New York Giant, and a die hard Knicks fan like Steven A. Smith does. I will slap box with the devil on the hottest Hell level to give her Heaven on earth love. She is the MVP of the league with the most hypnotic hips to ever be hugged …
The Greatest Of All Time made me do a First Take, and a double take for gorgeous Golden Gloves. She is the number one, two, three, four, and five for a champagne buzz. She got Championship Rings for being a sexy host who cannot be touched …
She is a sexy Goddess who has dethroned God, and the saying is, In Molly We Trust. This beauty cast spells for every hater to be ashes to ashes, and dust to dust. She is the absolute truth, and all praise is due to this truth serum’s strut …MOLLY QERIM!

Hipnotized
by Steven Williams

Once upon a time …
There was a King who had a thing for being a street rebel, lawless. The King’s Twist Of Fate found a Queen to put on a pedestal in a high rising fortress. The Queen’s mind, body, and soul attraction was Jewel encrusted, enormous! She was hotter than the hottest months of Summer, July and August. The Queen was kissed by the sun, and the King’s heavenly heart was Hellfire, scorching!
Quickly, the Queen dismissed mini Me’s with her many powers, unlike Austin. She desired the grass to be greener in demeanor like the Celtics Championships in Boston. The King was fully committed to die in the Queen’s arms with no crying, coughing, or a coffin. He would order a cremation for an urn vase shaped, so the Queen could hold him closely more often.
The Queen had majestic, effervescent presence, and the King never, ever saw this. Her unique pettiness was ice cream sweet like a caramel coated Panda Paws, dipped. Everything about her was all aligned like the amazing planets in orbit. The Queen’s extraterrestrial estrogen was out-of-this world, flawless. The King was so goddamn open that he could not close his orifice …Awed!!!

Bombshell Beauty
by Steven Williams

I don’t know what it is …
I just can’t put a finger on it. I just can’t stop thinking about you! The day that I looked into your eyes my soul was set on fire!!! You are the most beautiful woman that I have ever, ever seen! Just flawless!!! You are absolutely, positively gorgeous!
I have not been able to read or write without releasing thoughts of you. I’m getting butterflies with no caterpillar’s cocoon! This volcanic urge to praise you for all of your woman’s worth has erupted! This is something that I just can’t hold back.
You are a triple threat who don’t need any diamond sets to shine. Just Beautiful, smart, and talented! I just wish that I could be your doormat. For you to wipe your pretty feet, and walking all over me would be the ultimate blessing …SMH!

A Bit Different!
By Steven Williams

I’m a bit different …
I’m too damn fly to ever hold my head down when the blue or gray sky is limitless. I am the sheer definition of relentless, and I’ve got it made before the completion of my sentence. I am immune to fakeness, and this is why I can pinpoint that stuff in an instant. I have seen every game that people play, but I do not flip like a gymnast.
I never have to say that I am loyal, because Kenneth Browning is my witness. I could go into some things that I would rather not mention. When you are gifted like I am it makes no cents to give a penny thought any attention. I can run laps around the average thinker like I was born in a different dimension.
I’m a bit different in my incredible, immaculate, immediate description. My penmanship is so sea sick that there is not a doctor to fill its prescription. I get what I give, and I got what I gave is a truth filled depiction. I’ve read many good books, but I can do without the low budget, dramatized fiction.
I’m a bit different like a one time editorial special edition. I’m in tune with my reality, and I can detect lost ones like an accurate prediction. I will never sell my soul for a financial goal, or a measly superficial commission. I can have my cake, and eat it too, opposed to breaking wish bones to make wishes.
I write like a Christian is devoted to a Jesus Saves Lives religion. I can steal any heart, and finish what I start if it’s worth a patented invention. I really read ‘The Power Of The Subconscious Mind’, and I’ve been winning ever since then. I know people who live two lives, but that don’t amount to one’s redemption.
To attain a large success is my one and only legacy mission. I don’t need anyone to believe in me, or give me any pep talk permission. I don’t need any people around who would rather go backwards than to wise up, and listen. I’m not talking just to talk when I say a lot of people are really going to miss him …YIPES!!!

RATED NEXT!!!
By Steven Williams

Coming Attraction …
Have you ever been to a Movie Theater, and when you left your seat you were puzzled by the Movie’s ending? Was the Storyline great, and the Actors credible, yet your questions of why went unanswered? Did this Feature Film generate a high rising buzz then fall short of reaching its foretelling expectations? Did you leave this Paramount Picture thinking, ‘Maybe I missed something?’
Do you want to know The Truth? The Back Story was botched by the Screenwriter’s, better known as detectives. This distorted the Close Up Camera Angle, which was needed for the Movie-goers to see the Clear Picture. The Continuing Dialogue at pretrial was inexactness false testimony under oath. The Conflict has yet to be resolved, due to the Poor Lighting, and the even worse Edit to the Screenplay.
The Main Actor (Me) was, and still is a willing participant to Play his Role being Scripted in Truth. When the Director yelled, “Cut!” It was to spontaneously change Lines the Main Actor initially Performed. Suddenly, came the Mind boggling Twist that the Egyptians could not foresee in 3-D. This rendered the Supporting Actor (My Lawyer) speechless as to where to object. This means that no one, and I do mean not one Viewer has the slightest clue as to what happened next …Freeze Frame!!!

Spilling Feelings
By Steven Williams

The sexy one who got away,
the first opportunity I missed it,
her Hershey’s Kisses sweet,
hips gift wrap Christmas,
I was stuck holding a hoe
that gave me callous like blisters,
that was old Newz,
best wishes with nothing against her,
every rose garden’s gone,
fingers pricked by thorns,
then I met the one I want
working at Cheap John’s,
nothing cheap about Jennifer Burke,
a priceless charm,
put me to sleep so deep,
couldn’t hear the alarm,
caught in loves’ storm,
waistline gave me a cold fever,
best sex I ever had,
call it Nas like Ether,
I’m the pet, she’s the teacher,
girl fly like Easter,
I just wanna scramble ovary eggs,
hunt and keep her,
creamy skin smell good,
just look, you give me wood,
went from hood to Hollywood,
you coming, I wish you would,
almost bitten by your dog,
in your window I’d crawl,
I never took a risk like that
for one night in any arms,
apologize to your Mom,
caught us slipping,
she started screaming,
can’t believe her baby girl,
same window I’m leaving, steaming,
though I came right back,
you wasn’t home …,
though I came right back,
you still was gone …,
though I came right back,
my heart was torn,
I was forced to roam the streets,
for your love I longed,
spilling feelings in song-verse,
Jennifer woman’s worth I dream,
SWV on repeat,
so Weak in my knees …

Miss Steward
By Steven Williams

I have fallen under your amazing spell, and I can’t get up. I refuse to. I’m stuck! You strike me like flashes of lightning, exciting and frightening, enlightening and enticing, lovestruck …

I have grown emotional. You are the fairest Ferris wheel, rollercoaster proof. I have lost my ability to think straight, wait! What was I saying? Oh yeah, I was talking about you …

I’m acting foolish in ways that I would never do otherwise. You are otherworldly sexy and wise, stratospheric salute! For your Heaven, I will raise Hell until every word has been proved …

I’m delightfully unrestrained. A slave to your precious charms, feet shackled, wrist chained. With no end in sight, I will go to the ends of earth in hail, snow, sleet, rain, embracing pain …

It’s my pleasure to give totally of myself. Your sweet richness is my undeniable life’s wealth. To live and die for you. I’ll bite the bullet, die, come back, and then ask you …WHAT ELSE!

I will do anything to be the welcome mat under your pretty feet and shoes. You are a dream that I never imagined, therefore, this conflict in my reality has left me blissfully confused …

Your consistent resistance is insistent to my heat seeking desire. I’m so inspired to tirelessly admire. To resist me is required. It just adds loving fuel to the sweetest passionate fire …

You’re like a gifted present in a hidden box, an unforeseeable happy ending, a bright journey with an unknown destination, a suspenseful story with a twist from the beginning …

I pay you even more attention for being modest. You are so beautiful, so smart, and so honest. I will break my neck before this promise to worship you forever …You’re A Goddess!!!

Save The Youth
By Steven Willliams

The world can savor my raps

are mental laps on a full-course entrée.
Awakened like a smack from the mom of Beyoncé.
This killing spree disease is sick, suffering seeds.
Time to voice it for the kids who can’t articulate needs.
Time to voice it for the kids who never lived to be teens.
Dodgeball-bullets playing is a dangerous scene.
Playgrounds ain’t safe to Hopscotch, hop on a swing.
What I see-saw is cold monkey bars, all sing.
Everybody gots to do better to weather this rain.
A quiet storm is brewing, in my heart-beats Kong King.
Ask a kid what’s it like outside in 90 degrees,
it’s a risk to hit the corner store to buy ice cream???
A child’s friend catch a stray, produces silencing screams.
Traumatized for the rest of their life, who’s coming clean???
It’s amazing how the whole world not flipping up tables!
Donald Trump get more coverage on social media and cable.
It’s a goddanm shame! Who’s the goddanm blame?
Praise God, but where the hell he at when things don’t change?
Praise God, but why we keep giving these churches our change?
Am I preaching to the choir about a child’s life slain?
Am I preaching to the choir why my eyes blood stained?
Am I preaching to the choir about these shots insane?
Am I preaching to the choir about these parents in pain?
Am I preaching to the choir how these times so strange?
Heartbroken for these kids not here!
I’m shedding tears for them …
I’m this grown ass man, and I don’t care who saw’em.
Nipsey was alive he would ride from here to London Lauren.
Without some substance in rap this shit is boring.
You ain’t tough, gangsta, official, or what they call lit.
If you ain’t speaking about, or acting out when shots hit kids!!!
Everybody needs to be more mindful.
This isn’t target practice, and we all wear blindfolds … …
Time will tell, hell is what the careless street crime story’s told.
Bedtime stories turn into nightmare crime shows.
We’re too busy hating each other to read the signs, slow.
We’re too busy hating each other for love to shine through.
I’ve gotta press the issue for kids, like someone iron clothes.
I’ve gotta press the issue for kids, until it’s my time to go.
Summertime streets are all so cold.
Just read an article a shot hit a 6 month old …
SAVE THE YOUTH!!!

(This is dedicated to every parent pain stricken from a young child gone too soon from gun violence!
My prayers goes out to those traumatized from the recent incident in Minneapolis Church …AMEN)

Jump The Broom
By Steven Willliams

Love is like a spring flower

blossom and bloom,
beautiful like a butterfly
after cocoon,
love tunes how your smile
just brighten the room,
then I swept you off your feet,
now we’re jumping the broom,

All praises due,

it’s an honor just to tell you this,
you’re the only one who I waited,
being celibate,
I just wanna handle with care,
’cause your delicate,
other dudes sugarcoat shit
like you’re not smelling it,
all those other girls are the past,
they’re irrelevant,
you’re the only one who I want,
should be evident,
Best I Ever Had like Drake,
I’m not settling,
let the haters do what they do,
with their meddling,
I saw you like a sniper,
long range in my scope,
I had to take a shot,
the worst you could’ve said was nope,
from the Rakim era,
so I Ain’t No Joke,
boat relationship sailor,
tailor made to float,
other fishes in the sea,
but polluted the coast,
I just wanna be in love
until we’re two folks … …
I know you feel like you’re high,
on a higher note,
you can have my shoulder to lean on,
my vibe is dope …XOXOXO!!!

Heavenly Body
By Steven Willliams

You are a Goddess in the flesh … I have to thank you for your goodies. OMG! I must have died, and STEERED into your Heaven. What the Hell!!! I have DRIVEN to the DEAD END of the sky to PARK beside you. Now look at me, staring at you with my HIGH BEAMS on. I can only imagine what it feels like to take you for a sex DRIVE in a quiet storm. I’m STUCK IN TRAFFIC, and I just adore your BUMPER! I’m REVVED UP to BUMPER CAR with enough SPEED to CRASH into a STOP SIGN. If it’s SLIPPERY WHEN WET who needs a SEATBELT for safety? Who gives a fuck, I will PAY THE FINE! That REAR END is so fine I want to kiss your REAR VIEW while speaking my mind. I can handle the CURVES. You got my ENGINE LIGHT on with SMOKE coming from my HOOD. Rest assured, you will love how I do the SPEED LIMIT. This fee is free to give the OIL CHANGE and TUNE UP you deserve. I got a mental TOOL BOX with all sorts of SCREWDRIVERS, NUTS, BOLTS, and preserves. Your Heavenly Body makes my CAR OVERHEAT. You are my BUGATTI! I’m GASSED UP on PREMIUM to tell the world that you are not fucking anybody. In a room full of LUXURY VEHICLES to be BEHIND THE WHEEL, I hit the Lottery! You DRIVE me crazy, and I gave you the KEYS to the point it’s Kamikaze …YIELD!

Vicious Cycle
By Steven Willliams

Crime.
Suspect.
Warrant.
Arrest.

Trial.
Lawyer.
Prosecutor.
Verdict.

Guilty?
Innocent?
Sentence.
Death.

Prison.
Appeals.
Denied.
Lawless!

Dreamy
By Steven Williams

I love TLC …

But I must be honest than to Scrub out and Creep. To say you’re hot like fire is too common, so let’s just say you’re the Sun’s Celsius heat! I love Jennifer Lopez, but you are my favorite Latina, to say the least. I can talk all day and night about me, but I would prefer for my actions to loudly speak.

I love Nicki Minaj …

That woman is so fine that I drive in traffic-ticket speed. But even that sister must pardon a mister, Miss excELLENt Perez cannot be beat! I’m the teacher’s pet to learn from the rare beauty, and sexiness that you teach. Your sweet hipnotic twist can make any man play for death defying keeps.

I love Beyoncé …

But you are the smartest, and honest woman that I have ever seen. You’ve touched my spirit to become religious, but I don’t preach. I used to love apple bottoms, until you threw that curvy peach. You are a sweet dream come true, truly, truthfully, no more rapid eye movement falling asleep …XOXOXO!

Hunting Season
BY Steven Williams

Have you ever been stepped on, slandered, beat on, and oppressed? Have you ever been abandoned, spat on, and suffered from neglect? I was told I’ll never be shit, and I hit a home run from that pitch. I dare you to call me a son of a bitch! I told my classmates I’m going to be the illest, and they thought I was sick.

I was damn near at the finish line to win-win, but somehow I was tripped. The school’s said I was a problem child, because their baited books couldn’t hook me like a fish. As a kid, the only way to protect myself was using my fist. They used to kick me while I was down, until I started watching karate flicks.

People rarely said how I am blessed, or that I should cherish each breath. My heart beats a warrior’s drum is how I roll, and that’s exactly why I’m pounding my chest. The hunter becomes the hunted, and now I must hunt for Str8 necks. This hunting season I will hunt them all with the best revenge …SUCCESS!!!

Kisses!
By Steven Williams

Kisses are sensuous, so sweet!
Friendly when on a person’s cheek.
Introducing mouth to mouth
when both of our moist tongues meet.
A passionate slow kiss that
makes us speak fluent French, Oui!!!
When we close both eyes,
and the beauty of life we both can see.
When we inhale/exhale each other’s breath,
and a hug leads to a tight squeeze.
When we lose all thoughts to ever leave,
and I profess my undying love on bending knee …I Do!!!

Letter Of Thanks
By Steven Williams

This letter is to THANK YOU for all the amazing lessons that you have taught me on this journey. I would be lost without your assistance in finding my way. I would not be who I am without your encouragement, and for that, I must THANK YOU!

THANK YOU …for leaving me for dead. This has taught me that I am very much alive. THANK YOU …for not being a friend. This has taught me to value the genuine ones. THANK YOU …for neglecting my feelings. This has taught me to control my emotions.

THANK YOU …for kicking me while I was down. This has taught me how to defend myself against anyone. THANK YOU …for all the fake love that was shared. This has taught me that love has a deeper meaning than what people may say or do.

THANK YOU …for the smoke screens for deceit. This has taught me how to see and be the light. Wholeheartedly, again, I must THANK YOU. No sarcasm involved. I have the vision to see the invisible. For that, I cannot THANK YOU enough!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Magic Wand
By Steven Williams

ABRACADABRA …
I’m a MYSTIC avid writer.
A fascinating storyteller
who has success by its tail.
Each line is CONJURED WIZARDRY,
CASTING all UNDER A SPELL.
A MAJESTIC royal word smith.
Run for shelter!!!
I brainstorm SPELLBINDING wit.
Enter ENCHANTING SORCERY
with a SPELLBOUND twist. (BOO!)
Every before me, DISAPPEAR!
This MAGIC POTION is noted, THE END. (POOF!)
Everyone after a HOCUS POCUS
host of talents begin.
Everyone else is Out,
since your boy got In.
Everyone …as I conclude this sentence …
All Hail …a KingPen!!!

PostScript:
By Steven Williams

300 like we Spartans
when we conquering dreams …
But I ain’t Leonitas,
I’m a kill every King …
Spartans!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Aawwhooo!!!!!!!!!!!
Aawwhooo!!!!!!!!!!!

Anthony Marcus March!!!
By Steven Williams

You will live forever through me….

That remains to be seen.
I see you with the Stars at night,
you’re such a bright-sight to see.

You’re no angel in disguise…

There is no way for you to hide.
Your beautiful wings and halo
are right before my eyes.

You are desire inspired…

A Unique Destiny admired.
I had a Deja vu of us all
wearing Jewel encrusted attire.

The impossible is very possible…

It is something very few can fathom.
Let’s Anthony Marcus March
to a drumroll …Poetic Anthem!

To my beautiful little sister, Amy Williams,

     God and I will always be at odds, because I did not get to hug you, kiss you, and tell you just how much I LOVE YOU, one last time. You got your Angel Wings now, Sis!!! That is what you are …My Angel.

     These are not tears that I cry, but the Pacific Ocean. Nothing and no one can heal my wounded heart. I’m blowing kisses to the sky for you. Send me a sign that you got them? All of them! 

     Until we meet again, I promise you that I will put success in a chokehold the second I am free! I promise to scorch this earth with never seen before talent. I MISS YOU already …and I LOVE YOU …FOREVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

     Rest In Paradise!!!

Family Tree
By Steven Williams

     Family is strong like an OAK TREE …

     A PAUL BUNION family takes pride in CHOPPING each other DOWN to TREE STUMP knees. A LUMBERJACK family are WOODCHOPPERS who don’t care if you FALL like AUTUMN LEAVES. We destroy our FAMILY TREE when we backbite the TREE BARK, it’s not a cool thing. Does anyone know what the words STICK together really mean??? Should I break a SWITCH off the TREE BRANCH when I get rich beyond your wildest dreams???

     FAMILY TREES who believe in God know that God is not the blame. Do you love thy neighbor, but cast the FAMILY TREE into fireplace flames??? If the FAMILY TREE is falling apart, every TREE BRANCH must own that claim. To love the FAMILY TREE is to love yourself, it is all the same. We can swing an AXE to TREES to build a LOG CABIN for bigger change, or we can sip APPLE TREE champagne at funerals just to campaign sharing WOOD CHIP pain.

     Afterlife, I don’t want a TREE TOP funeral, or my body viewed in a PINE BOX casket. Don’t be WOODPECKERS standing over me crying, and lying about how good I look. Those WOODSHED tears are embarrassing! Don’t post pics of me next to PINECONE TREES with R.I.P. for the caption. Are we all TREE BRANCHES of the FAMILY TREE of compassion??? A FAMILY TREE is not a family if all the TREE BRANCHES continue SNAPPING …TIMBER!!!

B-Loks Lives
By Steven Williams

     My existence is the proof that I was born with a gift. I love all my little brothers, but this is not about Cliff. I wanna talk about Brian, hue hazel, Ishine, time flying, got your wings God given from dying. Though death is not the end, we mesh like LJ blends. About to black out, Whodini, close people ain’t friends. 

     Sad to speak about the times that we’re in. We still gon’ win! As long as Newz is breathing, even Steven revenge. Bet success that, if I knew what I know now we all were set back. Hood cats be smoking that dust to dust, but I don’t wet that. They wanna see X-centric Iconz lose, setting death traps. 

     They can’t accept the fact we all shit without the Ex-lax. I extract, think about your worth, I can’t net that. Where Rex at? Out in VA where Ploogy rest at. We back like anthrax for annoying ass gnats. I spin the web, and they all beheaded where tarantulas live at. Came from crevices-cracks, give but streets don’t give back. In you name I took an oath to never, ever take naps.

     They thought the eye was sleepy, stay scheming, can’t creep me. Nothing nice about B-Loks, or Bad Newz weekly. Heat seek deeply, my mental is L.I. bound with my 12 Horsemen. I’m talking Porches’, stampeding sound. Homie don’t play that, but, Homie no clown. Soon I’m sliding home, pitcher-picture me now! 

     I miss the days you used to come through with Hennessey-loud. You’re the reason why I got this front chipped tooth smile. Streets still foul, grimy ones, I don’t play with guns. Still up in my feelings my suspicions of some. Think I’m pussy come and get some like fucking a nun. If I got to give up a lung consider it done. 

     To bring your life back. I never say you’re dead, or say one. Everyday I’m serious, nowadays no fun. Hope Hell fry your enemies, bastards and bums. The good thing is you got to meet Big, Pac, Big Pun. I can’t accept that our stomping grounds is where your life was left at. It ain’t right how all of our lives’ involved deathtraps. 

     Not trying to hear apologetic shit like sorry. They can’t replace a Stu Thompson with a bum ass Atari. Jungle Safari, All Hail, Salasie Ras Tafari. You and Rex look alike, Kenny Mo and Kamari. That was a joke made, we all laughed, remember them days? Who knew you two were brothers left us all so dazed. 

     Fagan, revealed the truth. Mom and Rose knew, too. They couldn’t say it, how can we blame’em for protecting you two? Respect them it’s due, give my love to close friend Vu. Kim still crying! Know the whole Family miss you. I’m needing more than a song to deal with this issue. Me and death beefing, for the day that he kissed you. 

     Rex prophesized it all like the ball of a Crystal. X-centric Iconz, officially a member and missile. Put this pain on paper, tears are ink, fuck tissue. Thinking is wishful, until the day I’m right there with you. To kick it jujitsu. American Pie slice like ginzu. To keep it a hundred, your fake friends are peaceful Hindu’s …Rest In Paradise!!!

DESIRE
By Steven Williams

Taking us higher…

always knew I was flyer …,
always knew I was fire …,
no one can douse this flame,
my aim is taking us higher,

I was a lost soul way back when,

I was caught up in the crossroads,
street life sins,
so in love with Sharon Lynn
before she birthed my twin,
I was awestruck,
staring at your beautiful skin,
I was looking in the mirror,
mind blown like wind,
I examined every tooth,
we had identical grins,
even ate your Mickey D’s
cheeseburger like me,
no pickles or onions,
shit you had to see to believe,
played games at Chuck E’ Cheese,
fam’ flick, say cheese,
every pic we took was perfect,
how you posed like Steve,
playing on a Sit and Spin,
you said, “Daddy, look at me!”
pointed planes out in the sky,
was so far I barely seen,
leaving toys all over the house,
right after we’d clean,
your Mother is amazing
how she raised 3 Queens,
me, taking us higher
with a stratosphere dream,
me, was always flyer,
firefighters can’t steam,
loved a Rice Krispies Treat for breakfast,
showing gums,
played sick, I was Daddy Day Care,
all day we hung,
my objective is to protect,
and show you some fun,
even though we’re not together,
still got love for your Mum,

Taking us higher…

always knew I was flyer …,
always knew I was fire …,
no one can douse this flame,
my aim is taking us higher,

Had me wrapped around your finger,

didn’t know the word no,
all you had to do was ask,
it was a greenlight go,
played games on the computer,
showed me things I didn’t know,
had a bunch of jokes like me,
you were just age four,
your Mother used to say
we need to keep the noise down,
she was right,
but to me it all was beautiful sounds,
I didn’t understand
the father-daughter joy we found,
it was hard to admit
this chest pain right now,
Madagascar, movie theatre,
y’all ain’t watch it,
I won 3 Madagascar lions,
kids watched it,
your Dad the type to dare
a fool to get out of pocket,
ever since I had a ten-speed,
spoke wheel sprocket,
I was lying under oath
to a Judge for your Mother,
I was taking every charge,
because with y’all I trust her,
being a stand up dude
is something that I’m accustomed,
how I wasn’t there for you
has got me feeling disgusted,
loved a Rice Krispies Treat for breakfast,
showing gums,
played sick, I was Daddy Day Care,
all day we hung,
my objective is to protect,
and show you some fun,
even though we’re not together,
still got love for your Mum,

KING!!!
By Steven Williams

My Father was ROYALTY since 1972. I remember when the COURT JESTERS called him KING. Back then, I was a young PRINCE who knew very little about him being a KING. To me, he was my Dad. I love him for reasons that have nothing to do with why SERVANTS called him YOUR HIGHNESS. When I look at the KING it mirror reflects the PRINCE, my ROYAL DNA, and that source for my HIGH-RANKING life. This bright CASTLE light stays lit, forever, and I get the best COUNSEL for insight …

My Dad was RedMan before the rapper, Reggie Noble. These are the first KINGLY lessons that I am so ROYALLY drawn to. My Dad showed me HONOR, and what it really means to be EMPEROR cool. He had his SHIELD tossed up and down, but he stayed up for BATTLEAXE duels. For that, I am BATTLE TESTED schooled to ward off petty PEASANT fools. I’m so EXCALIBUR smooth that I hunt like the KING of the Jungle, cloaked in sheep’s wool …

My Dad made me. No QUEEN’S baby the KING’S maybe. In a way, he had me. He got me. Gladly, I get it, and I got him! He is the ROYAL PALACE KING!!! The KING gave me gifts to get KNIGHT in SHINING ARMOR rich, and Aquarius seventh sense. The HEIR to the THRONE is leaving with the KING’S CROWNED JEWELS, All Hail the PRINCE! The KING gave the order to leave a LEGACY the size of an astronomical, galactic dent …HAPPY FATHER’S DAY!!!

Mystic
By Steven Williams

I can read between your fine lines …

It has become a mystery to solve like a yellow taped off crime. Though you’re innocent, until proven my guilty pleasure for an entirety. Just remember me for being a Prince Charming, one man army, adventurous prodigy. If I beg for you to release me, will I get your pardon for a freedom fight clemency???

All is fair in love and war to protect the Royal Queen’s Palace. I’m a grown man with plans to conquer the world, and I will not act childish. I will grant your wish is my command to destroy your fake friends, and all enemies. Your lure is like a Cleopatra seduction so powerful that I cannot remember anything. (But you!)

Why am I under such a beautiful spell with no magic potion clue??? This feeling is so exciting, and awesomely brand new. I got Cinderella’s glass slipper being a mister who caters and enjoy speaking truth. I’m shelter for rain, joy for pain, and Cupid’s aim is to drive up your lover’s lane in a luxury coup …Pull Over!

Happy Mother’s Day!
By Steven Williams

I love my mother Marion Seymore …

For carrying me for 9 months then giving birth for my life to be shared. For all the times you’ve nurtured my cries, it was my mother who was always there. For all the food and clothes that you bought, and the toys you gave when money was scarce. The tough times you made easy, and it brings me joy to know you cared …

For all the times you’ve wiped my nose when I played outside, ignoring the cold. For all the times I fell then scraped my elbows and knees, you played a loving, motherly role. For all the times I would not listen, even though the truth you told. For all the times I showed some fear, you would not have it, and said to be bold …

For all the Birthday’s, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and those fly dressed Easter Sundays. For the free reign you gave for me to be myself, you were the sun rays without a sunny day. For your perfectionist ways, I loved how you did things right, one way. I will love you for as long as I shall live …HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!!!

Bolts Of Lightning!
By Steven Williams

 The pen is mightier than a THUNDEROUS STORM …

     Each stroke of the pen is like a TORNADO being born, or a HAILSTORM beyond the norm. The lines on paper RICHTER SCALE an EARTHQUAKE, and a HURRICANE being performed. This BRAINWAVE is like a CRASHING TSUNAMI that last from dusk ’til dawn. I take METEOR SHOWERS in a BLIZZARD, and then dry off in a FOREST FIRE, flame on!

This penmanship can sail through ICE STORMS in search of KATRINA for past destruction. It was written like SANDY, I write TYPHOON fancy, as if EL NINO was my cousin. My paragraphs are MAELSTROM polygraphs of turbulent creative percussions. This ink is VOLCANIC ERUPTIONS, point, blank, period, end of discussion …PRISON WRITERS!!!

Driven By Purpose!
By Steven Williams

Start your engines …

The breadth of my generational wealth comes from a long line of wisdom, endurance, and enormous will power to move forward, no matter what. Often, I think about what my great grandmother, and my grandmother had to endure for my mother to exist. The same insight applies to what my great grandfather, and my grandfather had to endure for my father to exist. These are two separate genetic paths that miraculously met at the cosmic crossroads to procreate new generations. My existence is the proof!

They all knew, as well as understood that their purpose was to endure to ensure the growth of new branches for the family tree. The meaning and purpose of their lives’ was one of unconditional love for family to stitch close knit ties, to sow, and reap a better future. It is through this act of love that I have witnessed the unseen, as well as the seen forces of blood thicker than water, family first, each one, teach one, all for one, one for all, etc.

When I was a child, I could feel this powerful force, and will power being passed down to me. Back then, I could not articulate what I was feeling, and how it would define my purpose in life. It was during this period of incarceration that the realization became clear. My loving grandmother, Mary Etta Seymore, returned to the essence. It was a dark experience of painful tears being cried that showered me with enlightenment. Today, my family tree is so far removed from the Alex Haley Roots of which we came. The sheer importance of my grandmother has been mindlessly misplaced or carelessly forgotten. Personally, I am always reminded by the fact that I have never, ever encountered a love remotely close to hers. May her beautiful soul live on …

The universe is exact, and nothing that has happened is a mistake or a burden to lug. I now know how to apply wisdom, endurance, and will power to not just move forward, but upward and above. ‘Make something of your life’ is the one thing my grandmother asked of me for who she was. It is an ancestral debt that I take pride in paying forward for their amazing unconditional love …VROOM!!!

Dear Baby Ruth
By Steven Williams

Dear BABY RUTH,

I’m a CHOCOLATE CHIP dipped in wit
who can bring you such ALMOND JOY!

I can make you LAFFY TAFFY to REESE’S PIECES
into a STARBURST chewy void.

You can have it your MILKY WAY
in the arms of this LIFESAVER caper employed.

I’m nothing like those MILK DUDS, MIKE & IKE,
or the AIR HEADS that keep you annoyed.

Let’s cruise 5TH AVENUE, side by side,
like a CARAMEL coated TWIX.

Can I cast you a line of GOOD & PLENTY bait
to catch a sweet SWEDISH FISH?

I have a sweet tooth for a SNICKERS,
purring KIT KAT whispers having HERSHEY’S KISSES fits.

I can snap my BUTTERFINGER to NESTLE CRUNCH
the competition to win WHATCHAMACALLIT bliss.

I’m worth more than 100 GRAND,
and I need no PAY DAY for CANDY CORN favors.

We can TOOTSIE ROLL together on a
campaign trail to elect MARY JANE for mayor. (Vote!)

Life is COTTON CANDY sweet
like an assorted pantry of M&Ms, all flavors.

I have MOUNDS of sweetness for SWEET TARTS
to Meet An Inmate … NOW OR LATER?!?

Call me a LUCKY CHARM
whose writer’s CRAFT
is MAGICALLY prolific!!!

Swish
By Steven Williams

 SWISH!!!

I’m a die-hard New Yorker (Knicks), and a fan of the NBA.

Everyone is invited to see Jalen Brunson control a fastbreak. I’m a force of nature (Miami Heat), and a realistic go hard or go home dream chaser. I’m Reggie Miller at the three-point line, a quick and swift Indiana Pacers.

I’m the Phoenix Suns, and a bright blue moon that remains full. When I was 23, I wanted to be 45, a Michael Jordon for the Chicago Bulls. In life, I am The Answer, and a courtside seat happy camper. I’m a conscious Allen Iverson who practices to cure all things cancerous.

I’m committed to the constellations like Kobe Bryant’s career with the Lakers. I want a Championship Ring, right now, and a legacy is left later. Heaven on earth is when every day feels like an All-Star Weekend. Everything I know just gives me even more to believe in …MVP!

The King’s Tribute
By Steven Williams

My wit spilt bricks Off The Wall …

Just ask any P.Y.T. who be begging me to call. You Wanna Be Startin’ Something, but I’m big shit, no bathroom stall. I’m a Smooth Criminal blockbuster Thriller with a pair of zombie balls. From ABC to Z, I skipped school, and I learnt more roaming the halls.

I want a Liberian Girl to give Another Part of Me and Beat It like these unjust laws. The Girl Is Mine, so just Enjoy Yourself watching what can never be yours. She look mean in Billie Jeans like Janet Jackson in Poetic Justice, a Bad broad. She said, “Don’t Stop ‘Til You Get Enough”, when I had her on all fours.

You Can’t Win! Plus, up against me you look like a brainless scarecrow, flawed. I would Rock Wit You, but I’d rather rock you to sleep to a Remember The Time song. You can’t face the Man In The Mirror, so it’s best to just Leave Me Alone. Why sleep in a Heartbreak Hotel when clearly, We Are The World.

I’ve got Butterflies now that She’s Out Of My Life, my ex-wife is finally gone. I’ve Got To Be There for me, myself, and I respectfully say so long. The Way You Make Me Feel is like my whole life has been reborn. You can Say, Say, Say what you want, but should’ve known that I can weather the storm …Human Nature!

 Conscious Quest
By Steven Williams

The mind can be compared to a computer. Using the five senses, the mind uploads/downloads everything it can hear, smell, see, touch and taste. It is through this unique gathering of information that we experience the beautiful gift of life. We are spiritual beings, having a very humbling human experience.

The mind downloads everything it has uploaded to give all five senses a form of expression; to psychoanalyze the lived experience, apply what one has learned to better understand (wisdom), enrich one’s life and others. A computer, just like the mind, is just a mind without someone to oversee its functions. However, the computer cannot upload/download without an operator. The mind can always upload/download because of the operator. The two are one!

What gives the computer its significance is the awareness we give it (attention). The difference is, without a user, the computer is useless. What gives the mind its significance is the user’s awareness. I mean, even if a person is not aware of the mind’s significance, the mind can still be very useful. Not as powerful as the awareness of it, but still very, very useful. What we feed the subconscious, conscious, or unconscious, becomes our conscious state.

The computer is the creation of the mind, not the other way around. Consciousness is the substance of the universe. Consciousness does not come from anywhere; everything comes from consciousness. Therefore, we can never put mind over matter, because mind is matter. Matter is made of molecules, molecules are made of atoms, atoms are made of particles and particles are waves of probability in infinite mathematical space.

We are like computers with different passcodes (names), but are all connected to the exact system called the universe, electromagnetic waves, or an infinite stream of consciousness. Just like all computers are connected to one protocol called the Internet, consciousness is all one, connected as the most amazing universal force …ONENESS!

Fatal Fetus
By Steven Williams

It took two to procreate one life …

Fireworks blazed through the sky on this passionate night. What ended with steamy love, all began a heated fight …

I’m anxious to see the world! A precious boy or a pretty girl. I hear them talk about me often, I’m the future unfurled …

Why does mommy cry so much? I don’t know every fact, but it is an issue of trust. It hurt when mommy said, “Daddy, don’t give a …

But isn’t cursing bad? That’s when I knew she was mad. I haven’t arrived yet, and I’m stressed being born without dad …

I heard him yell, “I can’t take it!”

If I’m born a bastard child, I must face it. I want to cuss like a sailor, but I am not able to say sshhh …

Mommy loves daddy! She said she don’t, but that is a lie. Daddy loves mommy but hides behind selfish pride. I’m the lie detector test to determine they need to set their differences aside …

I can’t wait to be born!!! I have high hopes that I can mend two broken hearts being twisted and torn. How on earth did my soul before air to breathe life get caught in this couple’s storm …

My baby’s fists are bawled, as mommy stumbles into a fall. She high pitched screamed when a table plate smashed into the kitchen wall. I’m appalled that daddy was shopping with another girl at the mall …

He’s less of a mister for the way he hit her. Mommy’s fingers twitched while dialing the cop’s number to call. My chances are slim that I will survive this fight of fist throwing, and mommy’s claws …

The ambulance sirens blared as medics raced across the front lawn. Mommy was heavily breathing, while repeating, “Oh, Lord!”

Our neighbor shouted, “What happened?!”

Mommy cried, “Contractions” …

I feel it is much more … mommy’s safe placenta is not so comfy and warm … I’m tangled in a web, and mommy’s bleeding is not the norm … my day of birth … is my date of death … I was strangled by the umbilical cord.

Spread the Word
By Steven Williams

It was a winter night …

Just me and her when she dimmed the lights. The music was low, and I know when to set the mood right. Who am I? I’m the winner if you and I would fight. You’re Internet tough and I am not the type to Skype …

Back to what I was saying, we’re laying, a shorty body is ripe. Her apple bottom is temptation for me to take a bite. I’m not Adam on this Eve under the full moon’s light. I’ve got a job to do once, I will not say it twice …

Thriller was the scene. I unzipped her Billie Jeans and then I Beat It until her Wu-Tang, Cream. She’s a fiend. She’s Gotta Have It like Spike Lee’s theme. Say I’m mean! You can get it high or low self-esteem, dirty or clean …

I’m infected to inject you like dope, forever lean. Unprotected sex affects adults, babies and teens. I was packaged with a red flag, but y’all are so green. You wouldn’t get it if I gave you lines to read in between … NEXT SCENE!

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I’m at the bar sipping Long Island Iced Tea. I don’t know who this might be. She was eying, and I pretended to not see. I told the bartender just to send a drink on me. I’ll give her what she wants, except a Kaepernick one knee …

She noticed then proceeded to approach me. I’m high, but I’m low key. I asked her, “What’s your name?”

She said, “Tangerine!”

This fruit freak was looking so petite and freshly squeezed. I asked her, “What we doing?” She just tossed me her car keys.

We walked outside to stroll through a light breeze, we get in. Her Honda Civic was small but I worked it for us to fit in. We did it in the back seat, all this moaning and grinning. She was a fool for ever thinking being on top is winning …

She’s Stevie Wonder blind, A Ribbon In The Sky driven. I’m here to Spread The Word, but her motivation is sinning. She stated, “This was fun!”

Some things I cannot explain. I bought her one stupid drink and kicked a helluva game. She don’t know it, from this moment, her whole life will change. She got some good head on her shoulders with a shampooed brain …

I got dressed then put my lethal weapon back in my Hanes. She asked me for my number and that she’ll do the same. She said, “You must be David Blaine with mixing pleasure & pain?” That’s when she realized she never, ever asked for my name … NEXT SCENE!

I’m so involved when I’m watching all these lives dissolve. The way I take life the government should’ve named me, Rob. I’m from a big family of STDs; we all breed within The University of Life without a degree …

I know men who carry guns before they’ll carry a condom. I know women who exploit themselves looking for some male sponsor. I know all ages afraid is why they call me ‘The Monster’. I’m self-centered like Donald Trump to tell you lies that I will honor …

While y’all follow his tweets, I creep on more life to conquer. I’m just an uninvited guest at every stadium concert. I know whites who hate blacks more than they hate me. I know blacks who argue over China prices on tea …

You people are so divided that I’m death times three. You won’t settle your race issues is why I-RUN-FREE! Case and point, what’s the point if all of you blame me? Just point the finger at each other for this awful disease …

I disapprove all points to prove, so it’s just pointless to plead. My Morse Code is no remorse for kids with HIV. I admit I’m sick, but most of y’all are sick, sick, sicker than me. I’m just here to Spread The Word for the world to D-I-E … AIDS!