The High Heat
By Los Gigantes
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Los Gigantes
Author Los Gigantes AKA JR Gamble, is a passionate poet, creator and journalist, capturing moments in time and sharing the intricacies, madness and magnificence of his journey through life. Buckle Up & Enjoy The Ride!
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The High Heat - Los Gigantes
MELTING PALM TREES
IN THE HIGH HEAT
Big Up To all the La Man Dem
I s there something on my forehead?
Cause it seems they take me for a joke
Their actions towards me provoke a feeling of contemplation, damnation,
shady ways and 40 paces
Fucking breaking bread then let’s smash faces!
And pumpkins
Whiff some glue and go dunkin’ for goats to fuck in a pasture
The first person castrated can’t be master
You think cause you gut ya’ weight up that my Billy club —
And Louisville Slug won’t tear ya’ marshmallow ass up.
I tell ya’. I got lots of discipline.
Tell em’ again. Tell em’ again.
Till the hatred’s gone and your dealings with human beings are sacred.
I was raised the family way.
I can’t apologize for the fact that I had love and influential ties.
It allowed my mind to trudge, truthfully to the quiver your broken heart might make
Before you stand and deliver
Suck up the losses
They don’t last too long anyway
Any day now, that new job seeps into the scenery
Just believe in the promise and soldier status you were blessed with
When ancestors and sisters, sardine-packed in slave boat decks awaiting decapitation at the neck
Foul odors, unable to wash or shit in comfort
They wallowed in their piss, vomit, spit and rat-drenched lumber.
Still finding the audacity to crack a grin and sing an old Negro spiritual hymn
So I can handle this shit
Dipping by these stop signs like every Benz is mine.
Spitting at the less fortunate will get yo’ ass caught in prime time.
Y’all like some seeing eye puppies
Seeing I dispense love, and coming back like you lucky
Race me up these stairs, that’s the competitive side in me
Better yet let me massage your mind, moving milliseconds with Hennessy
Then we can converse on this plan to make it happen
Whatever that means for those into backstabbing
How about making this happen
Focus fuckface.
I’m about three years a few felonies too late to rip that smile off your face
Clown.
Look at the hatred in me swelling up as I walk this trail of trife trials, trilogies and Black hockey pucks on white ice
It’s real though.
True for sho’.
To the Show I owe it all.
For my planet remains Black, despite those who don’t know how to act.
Lacking moral and mental fibers, flippantly, flopping, for famished flunkies
But I’m still happy, still bursting out snowfalls of guffaws
Picturing the audience in no draws
Not hunger
Not jealous peeps
Not crooked police
Not the government disease
Not peace pipes that make me weary
Can stop me.
I am original man.
Find my bones where they said no humanity roamed.
Dark ages my left nut and 12 gages.
Too old to give up now, and fresher than patent leather shoes on Easter.
The high heat seeker, speaker of truth
Burning ear, flaming heart believer
Love it or hate it
But respect the data, daringly disseminated to major flavors
In suburban equators, ghetto craters, country stations, Midwest papers or
Alaskan-snow in verbatim.
Release and debrief, get naked with me.
Don’t be embarrassed or hide from what you see
In the mirror, cracked or intact
Blue or Black
We’re all scarred, live large, poor and calmed
Wild and unalarmed, scared and harmed
Rich and delicious, disgusting and diminutive
In, out travels through life and finding meaning in what we live
BURNING FLESH,
IMPENETRABLE SOULS
Young, Black, Misunderstood…And Just Don’t Give A Fuck
W hen your life hits an abyss the mind drifts
The money dips into consistent shorts and survival becomes a sport
Selling the Lord’s skins to avoid sleeping on asphalt
Go from corporate simp to pimp
Dear Lord that gas can laying in the tub like a ticking time bomb
Exploding with the flick of a light switch and scorching ass like a 38 snub butt plug
A flash of light blinded my senses and reinvigorated the hidden pain of current circumstances
Shriveling in the high heat my tropical skin melted off the flesh like candle wax
More unfortunate maiming for an intoxicated demon
Caught in the struggle between celebrity and heathen
Regulated to no meaning and learning how to exist
As an irrelevant felon shooting semen with a resume that’s bleeding
And ambition that you can’t feed
I drive myself to the hospital
My exterior shell dripping and scorched with aftermath
Sunbathing in hell’s furnace
I can’t escape the pain or a destiny designed to challenge my mental and physical threshhold
The nurses wiped away my pride and dipped me in holy water
Revealing a shell of my former self
Or maybe just the reduce and rebuild realism of my existence
It went from promising to disasterous to criminal in an instant
A parallel universe collided with my truth system
And accomplished persistence at an age where I’m just gaining true wisdom
Immediately my growth was stunted as I entered a dime full of understanding
Who wasn’t pretty in the morning
It’s almost like a movie that’s played out in pain, pleasure and plight
The architect of journalistic Gin Rummy
Bandaged up like a mummy with second degree burns
That snatched physical perfection from me
Black as a plumb tree on bum street
It’s a tunnel of gook and weeds suppressing my need to breathe
And the drugs in me codeine, legally prescribed for a microphone fiend
This Florida nightmare unbearable heat
Hides the relief I receive at my estate with palm trees
They took it all from me before I could execute the dream
Now I’m on an IV with an eye to the streets
My body heeled faster than my brain recovery
Acid rain that smothers me
Absent is the brother’s keep
This arm wrestling thing I engage in Southern comfort that becomes Mississippi burning in me
The permanent scars are pretty in pink
With the ritual of scraping and taping
Medical relief
Therapy inflating the physical being and rescuscitating the vision that perhaps eluded me
I’m back on this plane to NYC with pictures of the bathroom blown to smithereens
Like balloons in a saloon shootout at High Noon in the High Heat
My mind’s consumed and hard work didn’t amount to gum under my shoe
I wear the scars of a life’s jail bars and a mind held captive by trauma
And ambition that refuses to evaporate
Like a hot streak down the drain of temptation, bigotry and rotten things
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