Poetry by Steven Williams

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!