Gill Scott is Not Gone

Gill Scott is Not Gone
I remember the day’s when Gil Scott Sang about the haves an the have Nots
Ready to pull a coat an fire a shot!
The Days were ‘’Winter in America ‘’ the Time was N O W
‘’The Midnight Band’’ was a Band of Gypsy’s Runnin with Hendrix an Buddy miles for day’s on end in the hope of Revolution…
But then was then
an was is now
regressed backward to no words of LOVE
No Lennon
No White Dove
stay Dressed
No Musical Experiment.
Complacent request
the guest that stayed to long
to forewarn any one who wants
Forward
or hears the song of what was
has gone wrong…
War’s as soft on the head as TV Commercials
The Dead not even a Memory
Sociality an Poetry is Pain
With no Gain.

Shredded, Dreaded, in the arms, minds
of so called ‘’Fiends’’
A Blood an a ink Tattoo that says ‘’No EXIT’’
in Swirling pipe Smoke
in the dead of night.

Smoke stitch the lungs together
with nothing Clever
with skull an cross bones …
Pussy an Crack is a hell of a Plight!

Gil's Dreams still write.

Gil Scott is Not Gone
don’t feel sorry for his Youthful Scars,born
of his Song’s of Might
Clarity of sight.
When he saw men livin in the bottle
Ripped to shreds
runnin scared…

Gil Scott don’t have a problem
Fame is no longer there to try and solve them

Poets
like Huey P
have the need to ease their mind
to deal with the sanity of accepted insanity.

poets have to ease their mind
when events entwine their rhymes right
became wrong
leaders were killed
Worn Rhythms not out lived
lack of change.

people were infiltrated experiments in Social Chaos
on the Forward
on the life line
on the be on time
On The Welfare Line.

poets have to ease their mind
When there is no Harvest of Trust
nothing to pick and watch grow
or see Colors of the bitter taste of Victory won by the People!

poets have to ease their mind
When understanding the world is a simplistic
infantile oxymoron called ‘’a Leader ‘’
Who trains Blind Society to see thing’s his way.

As People ‘’snort’’ and ‘’moo’’ along footsteps
of wasted Time of a Hateful Past.
poets have to ease their mind
When Commercialism
and Materialism is everything Beautiful.

Where people are Judged by how many arrests,
Chains, and Bars imprison one
to Self Measurement.

Don’t feel sorry for Gil Scott the poet
the Musician or his Lov's and Lifes Fables
not the Label
’’ the Father of RAP ‘’
the First poet in the Company of the Last poets.

Gil Scott is Not Gone
Gill Scott is watching from a height of Understanding
from a Throne of Personal Peace
Protecting the Soul
Protecting the perception of Pain
of Torture
of NOW
Gil has to ease his mind
Gil has to ease his mind
Because he Never owned Tears.