©. Aug. 30, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Sketching More Experimental Fashion Stuff
Month: August 2022
Ending Sunset Town
©. Aug. 28, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Before the sunset,
Eyes wander a town,
Pass grain-fed chicken,
Nobody calms down.
Racists eat meat.
They’ll mock blacks eating.
Their hate’s well-received.
Their life’s repeating.
A watermelon,
The racists eat.
If they burn their house,
Then they’ll feel the heat.
When the sun sets in sunset town,
They take a human being down.
They hang humans while others drown.
They’ll say, “Welcome to sunset town.”
A woman likes blacks.
“You like basketball”,
She says, with a smile.
The black man stands tall.
“Do you like chicken,”
She says, with a smile,
Not until she loves,
Touching for a while.
Teens shout at the man.
Adults have weapons.
They have racist flags.
Angels cut onions.
When the sun sets in sunset town,
They take a human being down.
They hang humans while others drown.
They’ll say, “Welcome to sunset town.”
The police will hate.
They’ll shoot on purpose.
A hanging weight falls.
It’s like a circus.
Humans dress in white.
Humans wear blackface.
They’ll wear swastikas.
They’ll die in a race.
Watching the sunset
With or without mates,
They’re in sunset town,
Whining for slave states.
When the sun sets in sunset town,
They take a human being down.
They hang humans while others drown.
They’ll say, “Welcome to sunset town.”
These gangs think they’re good.
Some say they’re Christians,
They worship satan
Some fear morticians.
While they’re blindfolded,
They’ve learned to molest.
Armed in gun-free zones,
They’re doing their best.
Miracle babies
To hardheaded teens,
At the Great White Throne
Like it’s in their genes.
When the sun sets in sunset town,
They take a human being down.
They hang humans while others drown.
They’ll say, “Welcome to sunset town.”
The intelligent
Graduates from sin.
Catch them in silence;
Life’s more than their skin.
Hate the freethinkers.
Strike the pregnant girls.
Babies born in gangs
Grow up shooting pearls.
Why shadow puppets
Have to watch gunfire?
Hand gestures may rest
Or bend like a wire.
When the sun sets in sunset town,
They take a human being down.
They hang humans while others drown.
They’ll say, “Welcome to sunset town.”
Family and friends
Joining rival gangs
For next-door Nazis
Turned to boomerangs.
Their children move out,
Traumatized with hate.
They’ll market their hearts,
Just to segregate.
Feeling forced to feel,
Freewill will arrive.
They can learn to love
And they can survive.
When the sun sets in sunset town,
They take a human being down.
They hang humans while others drown.
They’ll say, “Welcome to sunset town.”
This is not your turf.
This is not your land.
Immigrants can come.
Like the contraband.
From Great Ireland
Called the White Men’s Land,
To Australia,
They misunderstand.
When America
Was founded, they lied.
How we can unite
Instead of divide.
When the sun sets in sunset town,
They take a human being down.
They hang humans while others drown.
They’ll say, “Welcome to sunset town.”
Upper managements
Likely share white skin.
Diverse workplaces
Are like tanks of gin.
Police see color
More than their donuts.
More than semantics,
They prefer shortcuts.
Drop their tax dollars
Stop the holidays.
Stop the arguing.
Share the mayonnaise.
When the sun sets in sunset town,
They take a human being down.
They hang humans while others drown.
They’ll say, “Welcome to sunset town.”
They have trailer parks
Full of pedophiles
And sex offenders.
Some are juveniles.
Cynical leaders
Desire communism.
What group therapy
Robs metabolism?
Tears make soggy eyes.
When the town burns down,
The sunset returns.
We’re all black and brown.
Black People Don’t Do That
©. Aug. 21, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
“Look at the race and demographics,”
A stranger yells,
Failing to realize that
Her neighbors have melanin.
Hailing from the streets of Mean Town,
Where’s the blond bombshells?
We see black and brown
As if though they’re a mortal sin.
They didn’t come from apes,
So look pass animal skin.
Look pass evolution;
It’s not like bestiality.
It’s a fatality;
Inner city has beens win.
Walking home can be their last day,
Then they’re on TV.
There’s gangs all across the world,
So why point the finger?
“I can’t date someone who are
Putting down their own people,”
One person says, yet she disrespects
Her own mother.
What does it take to be black—
To shoot life from a steeple?
Maybe he’ll have a black wife,
To see her black family.
Maybe he’ll have black children,
To be overprotective.
How can you dance to music
Degrading your own sex?
Is it talking white
If he’s using proper English?
We prefer understanding
More than being objects.
“Black people don’t do that,”
Can be said as okayish.
Prefer another race
And it’s said in Spanglish.
“Black people don’t do that,”
They aren’t late to warn you.
If another race prefers blacks,
Then it’s okayish.
Refuse to fight back and they’re not black,
But they’re see through.
Install the fear of the police
In colored children.
Instill the fear of their race
In brothers and sisters.
Instill the fear of men,
Then live to be born again.
Fear no man, but God,
Only to see your resisters.
Maybe he’ll have a black wife,
To see her black family.
Maybe he’ll have black children,
To be overprotective.
Long-Lasting Counterpart
©. Aug. 20, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
She could be his
Long-lasting counterpart,
With red hair
And hypnotic, hazel eyes.
When she laughs at his jokes,
She’s a sweetheart,
With a head start
To predict all the guys.
With an amulet
And razor-thin nails,
She is glorified;
She is mortified,
That time stands still
When she sits on Clydesdales.
Her beauty enhances
Daily with pride.
Loosening her ponytails,
She decides.
Men ask if she wants joyrides;
They’re denied.
She has a car
Where a mountain divides.
Her panoramic sunroof
Is supplied.
Although she has boyfriends
That are statewide,
During Yuletide,
She finds somebody new.
New Year’s Resolutions
Has a war bride.
A gift wrap ribbon
Will change her hairdo.
She wears crystals
And carries tarot cards,
In a green, vegan leather
Baguette bag.
Like her ancestors had sex
In churchyards,
Few souls envision her
With a price tag.
Working her magic,
She has promotions.
Many men orgasm
From her presence.
They dream of
The sex calling decisions,
Until their mother calls
With a vengeance.
Amicably ending
Relationships,
Her exes wouldn’t mind
Having her back.
Like pistol whipping,
They’ll use leather strips.
While she stares at the moon,
Her boyfriends yack.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
She’ll call the police
Before there’s a crime.
Stuttering lawyers know
She’s bilingual.
Strangers catcall
As if it’s mealtime.
She flicks them a penny
From a jewel.
Willing to be monogamous
With time,
She sits him down
And tells him she’s psychic,
From a family of witches
And crime.
Who mistakes a wand
For a fiddle stick?
She doesn’t need a besom
To cast spells.
Where’s her green skin
And cone-shaped Judenhat?
Yank his hair strands;
He has no white blood cells.
The weight on his lips
Turn to chicken fat.
Is it that he is
Just overthinking?
Speechless, he is
From a kind-hearted lass.
While staring, he feels
Like he is blinking.
Sitting still, he is
Inhaling town gas.
The woman says,
“Do you like what you see?”
As if he’s in a
Hypnagogic state,
He falls asleep
Beside a killer bee,
Waking up with hot dinner
On his plate.
He has an erratic pulse
When she walks.
Mushroom Lasagna
Never looked so good,
Like all-you-can-eat yumminess
That talks.
She sits on his lap
Like a maidenhood.
Crafting wine glasses
Into lenses near,
She lets him sip
And he sees through the drink.
When he’s done,
She makes the drink disappear.
That’s no hallucination;
That’s no shrink.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
He is a prude to her
Body language,
As if she speed dated
Before rubbing.
Hard to resist, the moans
Turn to slanguage.
After she laughs,
She goes out clubbing.
Focused like raw
And pasteurized honey,
She finds better halves
For gift-giving times.
Crystal-white teeth,
Sharp like a machete,
Like she ate ragtime
And a dozen limes.
Black shades hang out of her
Front pocket jeans.
Moving like the hydraulics
On her car,
Her Chicana pooch dances
With queens.
Away she is
Like a binary star.
Wearing an edible
Candy necklace,
Feeding her sugar daddies
Like fiancés,
Spilt liquor upkeeps
The carpet speckless.
Her mouth tastes
Like strawberry parfaits.
Emotional inflammation
Obeys.
Little does he know,
She’s an airborne cheater.
“It’s not cheating
Until marriage,” she plays,
With a tongue swirling
Like an egg beater.
“And it’s not cheating
Until you get caught,”
She says, with a
Boisterous confidence.
Her laissez-faire attitude
Is self-taught,
From years of self-defense
In future tense.
“Kiss me,” she says
Like a stoked hedonist,
Renewing her vows,
As a first-class soul.
How she puckers her lips
And still is missed,
Making a heart-whole laugh,
Rich like a bankroll.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
If he punches her,
Will her tooth be chipped?
She played Russian Roulette
With a rapist,
So how scared is she,
Knowing she’s equipped?
Playing five finger fillet,
She is kissed.
She confessed that
She killed her ex boyfriend,
Which was 8 tireless
Boyfriends ago.
What beverages
Does she recommend?
He‘ll take her buttocks,
But not her guano.
She does yoga
While sitting on his lap,
Lip locking him
Into a multiverse.
Seemingly, it’s a multiverse
And trap,
Worse than a bear trap,
But it’s all a curse.
He’d live without
Modern technology,
To revisit her strong,
Beatific smile.
Every day,
He’ll make an apology
For being imperfect,
If not worthwhile.
His senses:
Sight, touch, smell, taste, and hearing,
Are undesirable
Without her love.
His zodiac sign
Isn’t worth cheering.
One day Jesus
May accept him above.
Twice, he prayed,
But God never answered it.
While vitamin D shines,
The blinds are closed.
The sinner should know
What is Holy writ.
What if eschatology
Is exposed?
Will she alleviate
His anxiety?
Proof of God is the proof
Of the devil.
Take bee pollen
Beside a pepper tree.
The lass is
A spiritual rebel.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
No more ménage à trois
Behind his back
And no more needing
The neon-lit town.
The energy’s palpable
Like a claque.
She sees high-rise buildings
And a playground.
Like he interrupted her
Workout plan,
Like roller coasters
Above waterfalls,
He withdraws money
Feeling like a man.
A man he is,
Never missing phone calls.
A bloody body is
In a hatchback.
How much does he know
About his girlfriend?
His mom would beat him
With a tamarack
If she found out how
His love life would end.
Her nubile body lives
For love-making.
A vixen with cheeks
Soft like marshmallows,
Finds a way to know
What he is thinking.
Bite him with carnal cravings
Like deathblows.
Self-respect for her
Physical features,
There’s her
Fun-loving personality
Shown, but she’s
Like the bottomless creatures.
She predicts
The lottery on TV.
She could’ve been
A starlet in the bed,
But she gets her exes
To threaten him.
He’s soft-spoken,
But feels better off dead.
He never harmed her,
But his life is grim.
As if he raped her
And sued her for it,
She makes an earsplitting scream
In his face.
A wine glass breaks,
But will the man submit?
Like she’s countersuing,
She befriends grace.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
What eye candy
Resists compliments
As if they’re porn stars
In music videos?
She may be pregnant;
Food’s in her presence.
When he drinks milk,
The milk pours from his nose.
She writes messages
On steamy mirrors.
With her fingers,
He carefully reads them.
She never has
Grammatical errors.
What she thinks
Deprive the ecosystem.
She is
Anatomically gifted.
She is a feisty witch,
But he wants more.
His love doesn’t make
Him uplifted.
When he prays,
She distracts him like a sore.
A vision from the Lord
Tells him she’s wrong.
The animal lover
May want him dead.
“Don’t leave me,”
She says with a voice so strong.
Her eyes turn pitch black
And the walls turn red.
Her intuition
Is telling her lies.
Her third eye’s
An invisible blemish,
Yet visible like bindi’s
In the skies.
Bewitching without makeup
She can squish.
She wishes that her man
Has a six sense
Like predicting a child
That will kill,
Working in the
Department of Defense.
Some soldiers and serial killers
May heal.
May the lightning
Produce an effulgence?
May he work odd jobs
To be successful?
No need for regalia is his offense.
No one told him that things would be simple.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
That’s not scary.
That’s not scary.
Why not hurry?
Don’t you worry.
Forgive Us For Our Sins
©. Aug. 12, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
The absence of fear
Would mean to not fear the Lord.
We’re supposed to fear Him,
But God is all loving.
At the pearly gates,
Am I a God-fearing soul
Or am I one
With a broader understanding?
“Yirah,” the Hebrew word
For fear means reverence.
Can I get a witness
If anyone hears me?
Can I get an “Amen”
When I say, “I love Christ?”
My God can give me
Type G personality.
God, should my romantic partner
Fear losing me?
With you, we should not
Fear any human being.
What I know is that
Controversy is evil.
I refuse to make all
Feel good by agreeing.
Taught that God is not
The author of confusion,
I know that God is
All knowing and all seeing.
He’s an all-powerful God
And I know it’s true.
Keeping God first, in my heart,
I have everything.
Please Yeshua, forgive me for all of my sins.
Children find guns from friends
Or in gloomy alleys.
Children find guns at beaches,
Where they’re having fun.
Interdependent more than mommies
And daddies,
Maybe there’s a war zone
In the household they run.
To the woman who says,
“Not even in your dreams,“
You’ve entertained
The idea to know their wants.
They vaunt and jaunt in dreams,
Making them come to life.
They’ve learned to loathe
Likely because their hero taunts.
Some children respect
A one-size-fits-all wardrobe,
As if though their needs
Are fairly nonexistent.
They’ve felt peer pressure
And heartbreak ever since birth.
They’ve felt sanity from lust,
But didn’t repent.
They’re reaching
The age of accountability.
Serving like Joseph
Avoiding Potiphar’s wife,
Will their hearts refuse
To give into temptation?
Will they spiritually rise
And have a new life?
Please Yeshua, forgive me for all of my sins.
Prunes in heaven smells better
Than pizza on Earth,
If there’s prunes in heaven
That we’re allowed to sniff.
The dust in heaven,
More alluring than sea moss.
Anaglyph glasses are removed
To say, “What if?”
Artificial arteries
Are coming about.
Like a kind caregiver
Preventing bigamy,
Thriving monogamy
Has a full-body wash.
Children have sympathy;
Adults have empathy.
Are they numb from tragedies
Living in their mind?
Are they emotional
From their adversaries?
When their happiest moments
Are with basal tears,
Do they want something more
Like freedom of the seas?
Rebuke their invasive idols
Through dusk and dawn.
Will their hair-pulling snail mail
Contain rent money?
No scam can make
Liars eternally grateful.
Romancers are like water
On the command key.
Please Yeshua, forgive me for all of my sins.
Mail recovery centers auction off
Their gifts.
They’ve been stolen from before
They reached puberty.
Learning to love is
A near death experience.
Few will mature
Like hearts growing with filigree.
Call hatred sorcery
Like lust at the gallows.
What witch condemns them;
What witch ruins their future?
O’, what break up spell
Is making the devil feel younger?
When there’s a rapture,
Will you find a warrior?
144,000
Will be saved
And they’ll be written
Into the Lamb’s Book of Life.
Think about the lost
That are going to hell?
If left behind,
Will they carry a Bowie knife?
When chloroform can be used
On the innocent,
To create
Female genital mutilation,
Rape and murder
With legions of soldiers behind,
There’s a cause for freethinking
And innovation.
Please Yeshua, forgive me for all of my sins.
What About Curly Hair?
©. Aug 11, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
I wouldn’t befriend you
For your curly hair,
Tamed with a wildness
That can change tomorrow.
The curliness attracts
Many with prayer.
Rare if they’re sincere
And aren’t sought after,
The norm may flood their minds
And I’m out of air.
I know it’s not fair,
But can I touch your hair?
The extroverts can be
More than you can bear.
If I don’t fit in,
I still have dignity.
I don’t have to give you
A perverted stare.
When it’s more moist than baby oil,
I’ll notice.
There’s the despair;
Wet kisses turn to hot air,
Then the curly haired goes
With a billionaire.
What if I don’t care
If you have curly hair?
The bald grows hair, gains bald spots,
And offers what?
Millions may say you’re gorgeous,
But is that fair?
They’ve ranked you possibly
With secret desires.
Hands will touch your hair follicles,
If you dare.
Natural hair for all
Should be everywhere.
Garner Ring Sketch
©. Aug. 5, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Unapologetically Loved
©. Aug 2, 2022. All Rights Reserved.
Feed them grapes when they’re driving.
Brittle bones are for hiding.
Steering wheels are for rubbing.
Driving to the house of God,
Blocks from the thatch-roofed entries,
Sprawling eyes cherished abroad.
Heaping tears on the roadway,
Where sheep make it to Friday.
Using discernment, they prey.
Spread the glory of the Lord.
Stairways are memory foam,
But when they rise, they’re not bored.
Unapologetically loved.
Our understandings turn to trust.
A communion where there’s fjords,
Vines producing bottle gourds,
Flokati rugs are on swards.
Bales of hay around tree trunks,
Bears roam the grassy terrains,
Harmless to all of the hunks.
Lilliputian kittens live
Where lassies remain passive.
Tears of joy, the lassies give.
Driving to the house of God,
Blocks from the little-known hideouts,
Sprawling eyes cherished abroad.
Unapologetically loved.
Our understandings turn to trust.
Isaiah Lawrence 