CHRISTOPHER D SIMS - OUR TIME HAS COME

CHRISTOPHER D SIMS - AMERICA LOVES DRAMA

We love fist fights and arguments.

Anger and uncontrolled comments.

Throwing hurtful words at one another

with no defense.

America loves drama.

We love drag out bouts

and broken bones.

We love “You bitch!”

We still love “Your mama!”

Battered and bruised spirits we

have become. We even teach this

to our daughters and our sons. From

this lifestyle, some of us are addicted,

we cannot run.

America loves drama

with a capital D.

American TV loves seeing the drama

between you and me.

We'll even sit and watch it. Encourage it.

Cheering the hate and the violence on.

Drama. Drama. Drama.

Kill. Kill. Kill.

Beat her ass girl!

That kind of drama.

Drama that lacks understanding,

love, respect, negotiation, calm,

consideration. We have become

that kind of nation.

We wonder why our boys fight

and why our girls have become

mean.

It's in our Drama genes.

America loves drama!

© Christopher D. Sims

December 6th, 2011

Christopher D Sims - The Unemployment Line

I am running out of time. I am losing my mind.

Standing in this unemployment line. The electric

bill is due, no I am not fine! I don't have a dime.

The refrigerator's empty. Bill collectors are

threatening to come and get me. No one has any

patience or sympathy. Imagine living in a house

with children with no electricity.

I flip through the newspaper's classified pages,

knowing that whatever I receive will be of the

lowest wages. The government is breaking down

our earned benefits into stages. I feel weightless

in a world of heavy burdens. Does my senator

or congressman even know that I'm hurting?!

Fumbling through the lint in my pocket. I am

the target of judgmental eyes. Having no money

leaves me paralyzed. What kind of plan can

these politicians devise? Factory after factory

continue to downsize. Escaping taxes as they

move to Mexico, telling their former employees

lies.

I stand behind professors, teachers, carpenters,

dishwashers, social works time after time. I am

feeling defeated in this unemployment line.

© Christopher D. Sims

October 8th, 2011

Unemployed Men by Christopher D Sims

I see them at the library.

Faces burried deep into

newspapers, the classified

section.

With nowhere to go, time

ticking slow, all other things

are void.

I see grim faces on these men.

Disappointment.

Lost hope.

Forgotten dreams.

They remember union work

with membership with the

United Auto Workers, high tech

jobs, and back breaking overtime.

What are they finding in newspaper's

words besides high unemployment

rates?

I become one with them. I feel their

frustrations.

Do they still love America?

As their eyes peer over the local paper's

blues, who's going to bring them good

news?

© Christopher D. Sims

September 22nd, 2011

Gama Clothing presents: Black Music (a poem)

Whether conscious rap , neosoul,

or jazz. I am checking for the latest

sounds to indulge in. Me it captivates

and cultures. I am a true soldier for

Black music. There's a variety of reasons

why I breathe it, choose it.

I choose the blues

with rhythm,

808's don't break my heart

negro spirituals was our start

then it started to evolve to

boom bap/ba boom bap

oh what a rapper's delight

Hip-Hop hooray! I believe I fell in love

with rap music on a Saturday. Jazz

fan, indeed. Poetry's like a trumpeter's

dizzying speed. I need soul like Al Jerreau,

Anita Baker, and Sly Stone. Organic soul music

is what I'm on. Black music is Ray Charles

meditating in front of the microphone.

And I'm a microphone fiend

for Kurtis Blow and Latifah the Queen

Black Music has been immitated and duplicated

stolen and given back

it gives me somethin' I can feel

and soul it doesn't lack

I Got It Made is what Special Ed said.

Rakim is the reigning rap legend that

used his lyrics to elevate. A true great, like

Aretha Franklin or Mahalia Jackson.

Loved Red Man's classic Time 4 Sum

Aksion. I'm a Coltrane fan. Miles Davis

was the man.

The man, woman, and child

all go wild for it

we fight the power with it

we overcome with it

it comes from the heart

it can't be scripted

It's our say. It's our Billy Holiday

It's the way we feel the rythum

in our bones

It's our Paul Robeson, our Nina Simone

it's

Black

Music

© Katisha Burth and Christopher D. Sims

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Christopher D Sims - The Way You Touch Me

The way you touch me

is symphony stuccato like.

Leaning towards love and

feelings of lavender.

The way you touch me teases,

tosses, turns, tightens, and

transforms my essence.

The way you touch me

is beyond description.

I can't put a hold on the

vibrations.

I turn to Saturn and Mars for answers

- the experience is just that out there.

The way you touch me

is jazz

is justice

is granduer is great

tickles

impresses

carresses

Carries me to elegant evenings.

is the moon's music, the sun's rays

on the softness of my back.

I don'tknow how to act

when you touch me.

Is love on high

Heaven in purple hues.

My muse, sometimes I

get so confused, but I know

I can't lose.

Your touch I wont refuse.

Is awesome, awakening,

acquatic.

Is evidence of divinity.

Is continuously on my mind

when you're not touching me.

Is subtle, like satire, makes me sing

is incredible, special, brings me solitude.

Is like a Maxwell song, Sade, Jill Scott,

Anita Baker, your touch is major.

Is beyond words, preferred, the slightest verb.

Unnerves me in the most delightful ways.

For your touch, I pray.

© Christopher D. Sims 2011

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Tanya's Hungry - Christopher D Sims

Tanya's Hungry - An America Hunger Tale by Poet & Mc Universoulove on Mixcloud

Christopher D Sims - Tanya's Hungry

Welfare is not at all fair

Especially when you factor in

The cost of health care

and a woman needing a perm

in her hair. 

She stares at an empty pantry

producing nothing but starving children. 

Tanya's hungry without hope.

Her food stamps ran out

Just like the father of her starving

children.

Mothers in the millions

Face this rediculous reality.

Mathematically, we were

doing better in the 80s and

90s.

Tanya's hungry and

who the hell cares??!!

In the pantry she stares,

and stares, and stares.

Hoping that food magically

appears.

How can the cost of food rise

when the level of "livable wages"

stay the same???

Politicians remained removed

from most people's heartache

and pain.

Debating about nada

when Tanya after Tanya

deal with the drama in

food stamp offices and

long lines.

Tanya's hungry. She's hungry

as hell!! She asks, What can I

sale? What can I invent? What

can I create? For the baby's 

sake.

Tanya's hungry. Tanya's hungry.

Tanya's hungry.

We need more government cheese

to feed the needy. Unbelievably,

the poverty rate is just that high.

Tanya cries and wonders why.

Tanya's hungry!

Christopher D sims - If politicians really cared..

If Politician's Really Cared - A Poem by Christopher D. Sims

if politician's really cared,

we would not be in such

a drastic situation.

we would not talk of inflation

or global invasions.

if politicians really cared

Joan could keep her house.

American manufacturers

would not have relocated oversees

or flooded the South.

if politicians really cared

we'd have a more balanced

political system. less Black and

Latino men would be locked up

in prison.

if politians really cared,

education would mean much more.

how to really motivate our children

would be the most important subject

being debated on the House floor.

if politicians really cared, America

would be more than just the "best."

we'd be a true beacon of light

that held hands and participated

with the rest.

Copyright Christopher D. Sims 2011

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