I'm reaching but never gripping,
It's soul ripping how they're preaching, yet aren't teaching.

I'll never hide,
even when I die.
I'll be immortalized
in some formaldehyde.
Where my soul and skin divide
I'll be like a deity,
the higher me,
doing the Lord's work,
hire me.

The humble apple pie
can satisfy no appetite
here comes the hunger tide.

When wings carried Icarus
through cutting winds
we were pulled feathers
of wisdom's birdy-body of ink
taking flight to Olympus planes
the son, seeks The Sun
OH-you.

I'm grown now,
dealing with chronic stress,
and I believe less in a deity,
it seems like too far a stretch
The stench from a faithless
Hopeless, homeless.

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NuBlaccSoUl
NuBlaccSoUl
Dec 27, 2016

sundays i fly kites,
holding sanity with a single line.

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NuBlaccSoUl
NuBlaccSoUl
Dec 27, 2016

Intruders forced through.
Strange grasses grew
inside the hut,
by the fireplace at gran's feet,
where Kei river made ash of chicken feet.

And so they did away,
with the heads of men,  
that their guns snuffed
and these bibles unroofed
grass-tops toppled off.

Urns of suns, gospel-choir hums,
church hymns for the hims,
torn at the herms,
who are these boyhood, childish, churlish, and uncultured men?

-Capital punishment for capital-
For fifty-four thousand,
seven-hundred and fifty-three,
point seven-five-zero
(54753.750) sunsets
the San fought,
the Khoi fought,
the pale faces at the fort.

Now I must look to my own heart,
that wants to beat Tutu's forgiveness
In nyaibow nyation nyolz rhythm.

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NuBlaccSoUl
NuBlaccSoUl
Dec 26, 2016

Lights off, moonlit night,
in the company of only self.
Can you live with your sun's shadows,
when the moon sets?

~ by New-Black-SoUl #NBS

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NuBlaccSoUl
NuBlaccSoUl
Dec 26, 2016

The light rays percolate
your coffeed body
bring your brown bean baby,
with it's warm waters,
my 2 a.m cup,  
I nearer my tongue to the fountain,
licking your puddles like a dog,
with humanity only in my eyes.

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NuBlaccSoUl
NuBlaccSoUl
Dec 24, 2016

I swallowed the soil, spewed
sunflowers with a scent of tulips.
God watered my head, down the blessings baptised my mouth.
The beaming, sunlight smile
turned a blue day green, so healthy.

~ by New-Black-SoUl #NBS

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NuBlaccSoUl
NuBlaccSoUl
Dec 24, 2016

The rain is not done,
it has only just begun.

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NuBlaccSoUl
NuBlaccSoUl
Dec 24, 2016

The clouds feed the rivers,
the rivers are either starving
or choking - wrong pipe.

NuBlaccSoUl
NuBlaccSoUl
Dec 16, 2016

I'm the jungle Garfield with Pi's eyes/
Your pussydoll's favourite alley cat on 9 lives/
That's infinity, like the minute he/
Rewired, and rewinded eternity/
I fight demons daily internally/
Like antenna we/
Connected in networks/
We telkom cable-able/
What I learnt from the fable, is/
Just 'cause sleeping Tigris is/
Sleeping, don't mean he ain't a tiger still, and that's real! /

Now let's take it back to the filth/
I was rocking a kilt when I killed
Kimmy's kitty/
She said, "Hit it!"/
And we did it/
Made her sip the colonial juice/
Gave her the pro-duce/
'Cause she a bad-bad, she no good/
Get it, she a BADBAD she -NOTGOOD/

And I feel like/ No female feline/
Will ever hit with that deceit receipt line/
I cash truths only/
I'm God Body aligned/

Dyin' of thirst/chasing waterfalls
That's one o' my many flaws/
Welling waters from straws/
The glass ceiling is so real dog/
Surreal, unreal/
Like mist in the fog/
Machine with a block in the cog/
I used to run man now I spill guts when I jog


~ written and performed by NuBlaccSoUl New-Black-SoUl

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