Detroit! ...When Darkness Comes Screaming II

By Cedric

There are literally hundreds of thousands of Bayboys Across this nation Children still sprouting of a yesterdays Dark drug cultural creation's living dark reality And From cradle to cage This story could be shared by many of them The accursed dark breeding of a parental anti-nurturing The days of a lost schooling The inevitable gang affiliations The ladder climbing to kingpinship And The bloody steps taken along the way The falling in love and family The betrayal in criminal organizations And The eventual and inevitable arrest The writing Babylon love is simply the reality From which they arrive

• Language: English
• Publisher: Page Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Jan 28, 2020
• ISBN: 9781645843917

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The Soldier

Our yesterdays would not hear

A betraying night’s accursed singing

Where silently cometh eerie song unto dark warm winds

To fall a night’s deluge of virulent storming

When now forever eclipsing the dawn of a night’s awakening

Our yesterdays would not see

A bird’s singing under rising eastern skies

Where silently cometh eerie song unto dark warm winds only

To fall a night’s deluge of virulent storming still

When now forever nurturing of a dark dawn’s rising only

Here where lost blinded beings shall fall to crawl

When their night’s accursed herding calls

Here where addicted knees would rise again only to dance

When bloody feet blindly prance unto a serpent singing trance

Yet our Shepard’s blessed love’s light would cometh beaming unto night

Where addicted knees would finally stand to see…A Soldier!

Eleanor Josaitis of Focus Hope—Alan Bray of Shar House

Father Cunningham

These loving spirits walking unto night to rescue the fall

These blessed mighty Soldiers of the light

Bayboy

There are literally hundreds of thousands of BAYBOYS

Across this nation

Children still sprouting of a yesterdays

Dark drug cultural creation’s living dark reality

-And

From cradle to cage

This story could be shared by many of them

The accursed dark breeding of a parental anti-nurturing

The days of a lost schooling

The inevitable gang affiliations

The ladder climbing to Kingpinship

-And

The bloody steps taken along the way

The falling in love and family

The betrayal in criminal organizations

-And

The eventual and inevitable arrest

The writing Babylon love is simply the reality

From which they arrive

When Darkness Comes Screaming VI Snake Eyes

They all quietly spoke of ancient forewarning

As an accursed foggy darkness now cometh silently embracing

They all quietly spoke of glittering sweet bleeding streets foretold

As vanishing shadows now cometh silently stepping of greeting

For gameful streets shall step blinded to a night’s ching-chinging

Where a foggy disguise shall step feeding of a night’s blood fiending

For these glittering sweet bleeding streets shall surely reap

Where blinded love walks lost under embracing skies

-To a moon screaming

Yesterday she had called me crying, where her brother had sadly just told her, that he would now be going away. For there in the quiet chambers of a cold courtroom, where he had sadly just told her, that she would now have to take care of herself, though for a while anyway. For he told her very regretfully and indeed very painfully, that he wouldn’t be back home for at least three years, though regret could not keep painful suffering tears from falling. Today I was riding through the old hood, to check on my boys little sister, while lovingly reminiscing and riding here, back through our yesterdays. I was thinking about Nana, Deena, Hopp, Marv, Trog and my little Ballerina as she stayed just a couple blocks from here, just right down there across Webb Street.

For I was really concerned and now wondering just how Ballerina and her grandma were actually doing today. As it had now suddenly struck me, that it had been about three years since I’ve seen them. My boy Hopp had already told me that bad news, when visiting him in the County Lockdown the other day. Yet we had really known already, that the case was going badly, though not nearly as badly as it could have gone if Hopp had indeed taken this case to trial. For Hopp was now pleading out to a three to five year bit. He had unfortunately gotten himself knocked. As I was rolling through their neighborhood here, when heading for his spot, where family love locks. The boys had sent me with enough paper here to take care of Hopp and Nana’s rent for at least six months. A couple of sisters in the family would be moving into Nana’s building where the boys would be a phone call away.

This entire overcast day had started out truly dark and strange. While walking of a slow and gloomy wet dreary existence here. For even T.V. news long range forecast had predicted an unusually wet and stormy season to come. Here now where regretful gift cometh from our Northern neighbor, while hovering here the low walking misty cold clouds of frigid rain, to embrace so lovelessly slow of gloomy steps. Here now where quickly devouring Northern cold clouds, shall silently move across warm city street. For indeed here where a foggy disguise would eerily rise, as slow and gloomy steps shall blindly meet to greet, when walking lost across these accursed city night bleeding streets, where a foggy disguise shall silently seek to reap. Yet as I was now rolling through this hood here today, I began seriously considering just leaving those hash-opium bowls alone, as these misty winds mysteriously seem to sing here today.

For here today were now cometh songs of the loveless, when two stepping of hooves and wings, to dance joyfully their night’s bloody rite, while partying unto a blinding dark lifestyle dwelling here today. Now here where I had indeed found myself again totally blitzed. When riding down Woodrow Wilson Avenue, while tripping through a yesterday’s lost déjà vu. For I unfortunately had to leave the Boyz’s earlier. When very reluctantly leaving them with all that loot and honey, back at the afterhours spot. We truly had ourselves a very sweet and fruitful Fat Crap game going on, where the loot was flowing with honey’s dripping, as the spot was crack’en DAMMIT! I even had myself a truly fat pot finally stacked up. As the bets all piled up elbows deep, of green ching, to cover the table mat. The stones danced so marvelously of twins right through my hands, before painfully and indeed very cruelly, rolling out together, to the table cuts screaming call Snake Eyes! (CedyBoy You Lose…DAMMIT! DAMMIT! DAMMIT!)

Yet unfortunately I had to leave early still, while fulfilling a promise that I had made at the county lockdown to my boy Hopp, where I was now on my way to his spot to check on his little sister Nana. I was just slow rolling it through the streets here, while still very concerned about a dark incident that happened a few days ago. For it seems even today here, that I still could not completely free myself from it. For there in the alley behind the Dog Woman’s house where me and the Boyz’s had ran up on another Fat Crap game. As the loot was flowing there also, while the bets were floating down like ducks. Yet strangely enough the Alley Dogs were not begging us. They were quietly all just lined up behind the garage in a row, where we found PeeDee with one in the head, while lying completely still there from head to toe.

The guys still shooting craps in the alley game told us that a Fat Pot stacked up, until Dewey threw craps. They said that it was Pee’s winning Fat Pot, though Dewey argued that it was not. PeeDee wasn’t really one of us, though neither was Dewey. Yet we all really liked PeeDee, as he come up with us just like one of the crew. I was standing there just wishing that I could have been in the alley there at the time. Where I would not have just let Dewey do him, as Dewey himself would have gotten did, if the coward could have found the heart to beast one of our games. We would really get a kick out of just fuckin’ with Dewey during our gaming street and house parties. Where he would be forced to swallow his bitter loses while then walking away of angry steps, when busted and barking very silently under grumpy breath. For Dewey can only prey on the weak and innocent, as Dewey was truly just a walking maggot.

Everybody in the streets already knew that Dewey was just one of those back stabbing coward types anyway. For I was now recalling how PeeDee, Tone, Satch, Redd, Crow, Hopp, Chub, Daryl, and indeed all of us, used to play ball over at Kronk’s back in the day. I was also recalling of yesterday how Dewey did not really have a game, yet a whole lot of mouth. I was now even remembering Dewey getting that mouth constantly checked, while getting that ass constantly kicked. It had just then dawned upon me that Dewey was a punk-ass nigga then, while still being just a punk-ass nigga now. For it is obvious here when growing up unto the natural and elementary process of graduation where game inevitably graduates to the streets, that Dewey had just simply brought his back stabbing punk-ass game here to the streets with him. For Dewey was always very capable and indeed even comfortable with feeding like a maggot off the weak, the elderly, the youth and the female.

He is a pure walking truth to the totally man less type, dark characters, who virulently, sprout up to walk amongst us today. I could still remember back in the day when Dewey was getting his slimy ass arrested from time to time for shit like snatching some woman’s purse. I could