On the First Day he Created

Have you ever had a birthday when you ain’t get nothing
Have you ever went to sleep but have satisfied nothing
Nothing to sip to ease pain
Not a dollar to you name
Not a one to care if you wake to relive the same
Out of the nest, you fly but Hawks do the same
Welcome to your first glimpse of a cold world
Saw a homeless man holding a sign “I have Good want Nothing”
A thirsty soul question to you
Is it in you, a spiritual strength to continue

This should leave you hungry for something
Where you look deep in the abyss see your life as a whole
Fill that void in your soul
Picture trying to fill that hole
What your vice of comfort
A gamble
A hussle
A bottle
A drug, money, power, control or

Strive for best but you move still
you station keep
yet still never elevating your head out the hole, from every wake to sleep
some dark shit to think about
hardly anyone makes it out
your great great grandpa, nor your father
repeating life cycle thinking overdue
resentment, respect, rest, restraint, resignation
ideals, faith in action leave residue
only one option then and now
in Hardwork

But still see yourself sitting in the crowd and always missing the award
thinking to yourself, should I fall on the sword
hell’s bell better call King Solomon
could you lose the passion in the night
suffering long the slavery of craft
demon torment and sleepless nights
critics without bullshit let me get this right
but you aren’t the top of my food chain
you just feed yourself off of opinions of my fruits in my legacy right
how you make champion and never fought a fight
rocky is the road of creed
when you live for the shit you create, your good but they believe you bleed
To that one making your debut, begging yet longing to contribute your own seed

Expect nothing
expect nothing, but don’t ever lose self belief
put your faith in your creator
and let your belief convert a hater
tell the world you are a god and live as your own savior
for he lives within so if you give your inner glow
God shine you sure bring people that
whether your struggle is to contribute food for thought or just to eat
never sit a hater at your table
to break bread and sharpen his teeth
never feed them from a bowl because they will eat twice
you prepared a table
sit them down, no fast food
make them sit in your world and fix they own plate
keep a safe distance from those who only see your talent when you are great,
had to see the vision raw and cooked
all I see is pain, yanked from comfort of womb
birthed to be apart from warmth of true love to reside and die
search to be whole in a cold place

Until the end you only adapt to it becoming numb
no matter what’s your place
death can only be a momentary pain in the first place
so win or lose in life
death gives every good life first place
so why fear a loss in the first place

Lock a man up for years but you never imprison his mind
the terminator could executed Tookie
change is beautiful
late bloomers still have beauty of shine
opius day as the pain ironically completes
he stole the beauty of life to learn the beauty in it
to try to rescue others, weed to rose bloom
we’re all rare flowers that bloom before we are planted
and we will all leave this planet
with and without NASA

So when they tell you failure is due
or even tell you your life is through
expect nothing
expect nothing but the fact you will leave it all on the Earth’s surface
expect nothing
so continue to work your hardest
believe your hero or heroine heard that too
so ten toes down in mud and live to the essence of a f**k you
say I am self made, I need no vow other than one I see to make myself
no glory if death takes me
because I live like every splash of color on the canvas
so yet I live on or outside the canvas,
I hop off God’s paintbrush forcing you to truly look at the canvas
so why would you ever want to try to count me out on the canvas
abstract, so as heartbeats breathe lives pulse onto my canvas
I will always be alive to complete my conquest
so hater, naysayer, non-believer, and doubter of my potential best
long as a heart is in my chest
I will on show my best
So like a painting I speak

The Shadow of Your Smile

The shadow of your smile when you are gone
Will color all my dreams and light the dark til dawn
Look into my eyes, my love, and see the treasure I see
All the lovely things you are to me

Our wistful little star was far and so high
In our perfect moment shared between you and I
Hours stretched for years in your arms and eyes
Flame has turned to flicker, left floating like fireflies

So we will share our last dance as if flames of candlelight
So our love never dies, as we make love vigorous yet softly, but teary eyed
Secret affair concludes, after just one more little lie
We will keep this secret, but have nothing left to hide
And go on with our lives

And when we happen to pass each other by
Carefully meeting eyes
I’ll pull my lady closer
You embrace into his side
And none will be all the wise

But behind our eyes
Memories of our passionate times
Your revenge and mine
More or less the perfect crime

So as you lay with yours and I lay with mine
We’ll be quietly repenting yet smitten all the while
A guilty smirk is the only evidence to be found
To give memory a kiss

The memory of a passionate night
To see you only dressed abath moonlight
To feelings of your moisture and tremblings in bliss
More could be told but as a gentleman I refrain

But Mona Lisa and we have it in common sweetest joy and pain
To always be a stranger, that smiles inside when I hear your name
Yet always a stranger I’ll remain
Whenever you taste our wine

When in your bath as water caresses your skin
When you have that moment we’ll share our vengeance and secret sin
We will rest in that release of ecstasy divine
You can look at him and see me all the while and if ever he neglects his treasure

I am there, in that moment

Alien View of African Humans

S tory of a people, born in hell,
H arvested to Harvest,
I nto a life of Darwin,
T ragically victims of America’s progress,

G enetic experiments,
E nslaved, given cocaine to increase daily productivity,
T hen cops got bigger bullets cause 22s can’t stop the offspring of Big Sara and Bernard,

D octor Frankenstein create super workers,
E veryday he look at his problems,
E agerly trying to lay or devise the solutions to destroys his monster, playing close to chest.
P rophetic he blended in monster his own DNA, so it’s a game of self chess,

W rote the declaration and raped and made bastard house help in the same day,
I ncreasingly we never learn from history,
T oday we repeat, Jeffersonic, #MeToo
H is hand sells the same poison to people,

R estricted to the black quarters,
A nd it leaked outside of borders,
C hildren still come from Poverty,
E ager to still appease a Master to be worthy,

I n the end it’s still the same story,
N egro is doubted and consider less than man in every achievement, Subtle slight in title addressing.

A sk Obama why he’s hated when he sought only to help the people
M ust black always the be more than pigment,
E thical resentment, black in color not in spirit,
R age inside at their spirit humble but Zulu warrior fighting cannon with spears still,
I case of Kapernick he light skin with good hair,
C aucasian parent and upbringing,
A nd still made America mad protesting killings black people,

B ut Fredrick Douglas did and got the same but change the think game,
U nity and equality wheel start moving once country healed from split,
T ruth is that we lost a lot of young men,

W ill there have to be a Gettysburg again,
E ternally can we resolve the issues,

A nd brothers yet again,
L itteral like when Masters son worked in the field and Masters son went to school,
L and we in wasn’t even ours so walk hypocritically on stolen soil,
{-THE} {Rub}
S ins still the same money, sex, power, drugs, theft, pride, and lust,
A ll while we fine christmas claim to love thy brother as thy self,
M ust be irony and shame to look upon the people that are symbolic of the story of man,
E arth people aren’t ready what an advance being would say,

P robably conduct experiments to see why we act this way,
E ndless amusement maybe we the pet reality TV show of the universe,
O n there covert safari tours of Earth,
P roblematic but palletable to me to understand,
L ooking through one race in history,
E vident that my race probably did similar to every other race like this in early B.C. History,


Eternally Always Repeating Tragic History,
So we kill them off, shift land masses and restart periodically,
Maybe they will look at Skyscraper remains like Pyramids,
Coming out the cradle again,
Alien view of humanity is to be hands on but unseen, because we seen black skin mistreated for century, logically we know we would receive worst being seen as highly intelligent, foreign and green.


I guess one could say that I want impossible,
I guess at one look you’d say improbable,
But if you ask me I say that it’s solvable,
For to be real,
You will see,
That everyone is just like me,
Even when you look in the mirror you too agree,
So I guess I’m…. Shallow,
Cause I don’t want the paegent contender I want the one crowned queen,
No one content with a bite of pie, rather a slice, with ice cream,
Woman want strong look, sensitive, listening, dominant with feather soft touch, good job, with ability to create fun and reward, but care for yourself in support,
Mother’s day spend hundreds,
Father’s day speed limit funds, 20 to 65.
Sexualizing woman,
Financialize Man,
Sexism and fair pay…Guess I’m Shallow

But you know you are,
And much more too,
Are else you would take a thousand picture just to post one cute,
Or dress in a outfit that more men than your husband comment or like too,
Because who wants one slave, or follower,
You really need rockstar,
Rock star just wants music, money, and alone,
Never hangout with a girl that looked better than you,
And if you do you year down and talk vicious on all they do,
But need them around to live through,
And even if you say you don’t,
You keep an iron in the fire to put her below you,
So you shouldn’t look as the one,
Or wait for the right one, wanting the best,
After all if anyone asked you’d say that number one, best in relationship is you.
So I’m Shallow
But so are you,
So are you,
So are you?
Shallow too.

Lyft New York

Life is a beautiful distraction,
Time is so abstract,
Pablo’s out order vibrance,
With Rembrandt essence,
But the substance of a Basquiat,
Moments are framed,
Camera couldn’t been more perfectly aimed,
A picture so sweet it could never be named,
Tis a bitter sweet quantity,
Have and have not,
Agony in wait,
A slow frustrating untie of knots,
Impatiences of a horn beep,
A slow drive with true love in opposite seat,

-Falling in and losing of love,
Its kinda like that,
Put my headphones on in taxi and sit back,
Open my minds eye and sit back,
This city’s alive, this city’s every echo in tune a soundtrack,-

That Harlem Renaissance,
The Requiem of dream’s
Midsummer night’s heat wave and subway performers glee,
44 caliber spree in October, Birth of Hip Hop , the bridge is over,
Bodies dump is cement to erect Trump towers,
Newspaper ads, that steal central park visitors freedom and power,
That Jackson 5, Pollock, Freddy, Marc, Curtis, Height,
15 minutes of fame as hours,
Gordon Parks eye that makes janitors relate regally standing as towers,
Hell Kitchen beauty queen keys Sinatra ballads,
Soul food for even smoothing the Clinton’s pallets,
Such a beautiful beat,
Jay-z timbre, on a Reuben beat,
Is the only way to the throne to eat,
Just grab a big bite in the Apple and sink your teeth to leave a mark

-Falling in and losing of love,
Its kinda like that,
Put my headphones on in taxi and sit back,
Open my mind’s eye and sit back,
This city’s alive, this city’s a soundtrack-

Love hate relationship,
Open, visually exclusive,
Bed-Stuy Do or Die,
Juanita didn’t do it,
Lies and rough rides,
Plungers sodomize,
Terry stops, selling loosies to choke outs garnered by skin type,
Song can grow cold,
reviving somber blues as Sachmo blows history pain true,
Lennon belts a yesterday tune,
Cab and Ailey dances a waltz with the beautiful Copland,
Nikki Giovanni couldn’t wrote it alone,
Black Ace’s parachute from high rises in night,
Into a ribbon of red brake lights playing saxophone,
Blood flow into the heart, our homeland the towers,
Ancient dusky pavement rivers,
The great city is villain, hero, healer

-Falling in and losing of love,
Is kinda like that,
Put your headphones on and sit back,
Open your eyes and sit back,
This city’s alive, this city we are it’s soundtrack-

About the Author

Dexter Toby is originally from Georgia. He is a poet, screenwriter and songwriter who writes with his brother in New York City.