Randomness

Randomness

So today I thought I would try something new. Introducing my random pics of the day. I’ll just call them kenny lofton pics, because they are completely left field.

Today’s pic: My first tattoo, got it when I was 18 years old. It’s two hands holding a bible and my first and favorite scripture in the bible, Philippians 4:13 which reads “I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me”

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

Hey everybody Cleveland here, I hope everyone is enjoying and having a Happy Halloween. In the spirit of Halloween I was hoping to liven your day by asking the age ole question. What is your favorite scary movie?

Not all at once, I’ll go first….the Child’s Play movies, but only Child’s Play 1,2, and 3. The newer Chucky movies were whack in my opinion. So lets hear your favorite scary movie.

Random Thought

Random Thought

My Halloween started with nightmare on elm street as Freddy chased me through my dreams when I sleep those long claws in which to slash but move over for that psycho with a hockey mask Jason an indestructible mass fueled by anger as he tries to decapitate anyone he can then what I thought wouldn’t be so bad made me look at bees from a different glass candyman got me but I was stuck on child’s play a demonic toy which seemed too real I didn’t care what people say a doll killing people I’m not going to lie I had trouble with this moving on to killer clowns how can anyone forget IT teleporting around with blood filled balloons as a trick I’ll admit I was scared as s*** when the fear was gone from all but one, my lips are zipped hey sis, I watched this camp stories flick about some chick putting firecrackers in campers’ noses when they sleep from that day on I gave up on any camping trip then started watching tales from the crypt where a ghoul whose laugh encrypt my script with the older I get a little upset that there’s no good scary movies no more but what u expect no disrespect I just wanted to share this with u before I forget

Happy Birthday

Happy Birthday

The fall season reminiscent images get dreamt about October 15 this is normal for me the birthday of the cousin that was taken from me felt like a piece was stolen out of me that’s why I’ve been so far gone still get emotional because I feel I need u now like that one Smokie Norful song my road dog the little brother I always wanted all along the day November 3rd etched in my brain as five bullets ripped through his flesh in pain left slumped dumped on the side of road man that s*** was cold I’m so froze knowing that we won’t get a chance to grow old didn’t cry until months later because I didn’t know how to cope anger and retaliation had a hold on me like good dope but chose to clean my life but I’m running out of soap considered a worst day if he was here wouldn’t know what word to say better yet I’ll ask him why were u over there in the first place and tell him that I’m good but finally trying to educate people about our birthplace but I feel like I’m in third place because I didn’t catch him in time never considered this a cursed day because even though you’re gone I’m going to still make u proud verse by verse until we meet again little “cuz” happy birthday

Short Story

Short Story

Everybody always ask how I really got started with writing poetry. Well back when I was a shortie my parents always wanted to put me in some summer program, so I would stay out the streets. From summer school, to karate classes, to tumbling. Around the age of 9 or 10, my mom signed me up for summer classes at Kennedy King college. It was like a summer school but for writing and arts. The English/Language class had a final assignment to recite Maya Angelou’s poem, “Still I Rise”. I didn’t even know who that was at the time. As I’m reading my lines, by the way the teacher probably saw something in me because she gave me 4 lines to recite. Side note there was this girl named Nia who also had 4 lines as well, she was pretty as hell she was crush number two. Anyway I’m reading the lines over and over I couldn’t help but to read the whole poem. Every time I read it I understood more and more of what she was saying. The flow of beautiful words and how she put them together was amazing. The day of the recital in front of all of our parents we began. The whole time I was reciting the other lines in my head. When it came to my turn I proudly said my lines, “Just like moons and like suns, with the certainty of tides”, which forced an applause from my mother, all four times. I soon noticed after my last line, “Leaving behind nights of terror and fear, I rise”, that Nia gave me a look and a smile. A week from that day I bought Maya Angelou’s book of poetry. This really opened me up to other poets including, Robert Frost, Nikki Giovanni, Emily Dickinson, and Langston Hughes, just to name a few. I ended up falling in love with their words and how they told a story, had a deep message, or just pure euphoria. I really respected the power of words, it truly inspired me to try to move an audience and here I am today still trying.

Un Apologetic

Un Apologetic

I’m unapologetic for the things I was born with
for the bad luck and trouble that persist
truthfully it made me better may I insist
had to change my life, this writing is a helpful assist
vague resemblance of a writer exists
it’s powerful how i can control words with just a flick of my wrist
I’m unapologetic for this book’s cover
they never told u it’s not good to judge others?
tired of nay sayers, haters, and blood suckers
u don’t appeal to me, you’re not real to me because it’s your life that suffers
my life is a clutter
but I’m finally straightening things up, where’s my swiffer duster
I’m unapologetic for my addiction to beautiful faces
and it’s true I love all races
because honestly I look for the angel that traces
I consume their auras just to get wasted
but nervous to approach them like they were sacred
with so many heavenly creatures I’m faded
I’m unapologetic for being elevated
how 420 is so regularly celebrated
ok maybe that’s a little exaggerated
I might be considered a pothead but I’m well educated
those euphoric buds really have me infatuated
got tired of people trying to school me, so I graduated
the person I’ve become is poetic
a little pathetic but u have to respect it
I am who I am, I’m unapologetic

1000 views

1000 views

This is crazy how I’m sharing with u what made me now I’m using u my audience my followers to change me let me explain see I never shared any of these words I never showed how my mind fly like birds trust me I’m lucky to have followers who read how I make my point and not rush me how I take a number two on conformity and a number one on society but u all choose not to flush me I told u all that I don’t talk much and u didn’t hush me a lost for words because with all I said so far u didn’t judge me been real since day one and it’s not even half of what I been through not even half of what I have I’m not bragging because instead of crying I laugh I’m glad that my followers divide their day to add me in sum subtract bs and others multiply respect that’s what I call good math so thank u words can’t describe how thankful I am it’s really inspiring this feeling will never get tiring thank u for the console without the wiring thank u for reading following and the comments 1000 views is a true accomplishment so stay tuned because I’m not retiring not just yet and I promise u that u won’t feel an ounce of regret

My City

My City

The city where the wind blows non stop where the people are all on bs but somehow we still have arose from Jordan’s shadow where the people unlike lake Michigan are shallow a hard city with buildings erect tall looking similar to castles where gang bangers are cowards just a bunch of cattle but are good with coming up with new words like scrabble if u pass through you’ll see a true beaut one thing I would argue or dispute is the commute because it can sometimes seem like there’s no way to subdue traffic a standstill like a statue after the fire my city slowly began to rebuild and in due time aged like fine wine a sight to see from sides like a diamond from east to west north to south u will encounter interesting people u will see worshipers leaving their steeple not all good though negativity and sin tend to seep through no need to offer that tutorial because its really f***ed up like a glory hole numerous gangs violence u know how the story goes I just keep my eyes closed when I finally get my sight back they call my city Chiraq now what true Chicagoan will like that where innocent families are forced to hold up more frames than a bike rack where fifty schools were written out of the city’s debt we need to overwrite that because education is the only way we can fight back let me not try to fall off track like the el where art dwell and talent in depth like a well that swell with ravishing elegance yea I’m bragging call it arrogance because my city is more than relevant just look at all the evidence I mean how can u get upset with a city that has made a president Chicago will always be my city my home started in 86 and been going strong ever since