Beautiful Man (No. 3)
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Healing is a process
clearly...
whatever that was
that we were doing...
No regrets- we saw it coming... we
absolutely always knew...
and I'm
clearly
doing well...
with all the
things no longer true---
but
clearly today
our wake up ritual
hardest not to do...
oddly missing
eye boogers and
gravel throat
bed head and
stank breath
naked conversations
bathroom giggles
and daily first thoughts
of you
Oct 29, 2025
Oct 29, 2025 at 12:05 PM UTC
Assata...
raged against the machine
and thus
most wanted
in the America
that she was forced
to escape...
lived
rebellious... and revolutionary
died
barefoot... and bilingual...
aged
gracefully...
surrounded by
the ocean
hibiscus, passion fruit
and mango trees...
with
wind-blown hair
and
sun-kissed skin
and
the taste
in her mouth
of
Freedom
Sep 27, 2025
Sep 27, 2025 at 2:50 PM UTC
I have not won.
but still
i am winning...
should this beast ultimately prosper...
until then...I love ultimately...
and that
ambers my aura
and
trees lean toward me
deer and rabbits... still... and stare
squirrels lay in my path
and birds
sit on the windowsill... and
look inside
to see
the
sunlight
Sep 18, 2025
Sep 18, 2025 at 9:29 PM UTC
I am not an inspiration
or counselor
and
I dont have it in me yet...
to talk an addicted stranger
back to life...
I dont have the energy,
nor do I have the know-how
to convince her to love herself
enough
to conquer
the beast
that is devouring her from
the inside out...
...and from all current indications
will surely be her demise...
I am winning...
but
this **** is so hard... and
my own **** is too fresh... and
I clearly peep the addict's
inadvertent and purposeful
"I can quit whenever I want to" self-delusion
with a detached ear...
as she scours the beer shelf for that with zero alcohol...
because her beast
has a
monkey
on it's back...
...she must find her own light
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
I have not won.
tho i am winning...
have not spiritually shifted from "terminal" to **** i beat it"
cuz there is still
red blood on the battlefield...
and sometimes still
white blinding pain and
grey exhaustion and confusion and
green pus and
brown ***** and
spasms and
anguish and
golden diarrhea
and the
slate blue tone of
unrelenting totality...
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
make poems
make good vibes
make sense
make love
make silly dances
make friends
make healing
make paintings
make a life worth living
make tea
make ritual
make plans
make love
make gumbo
make good children
make cake
make a stand against evil
make sculptures
make things grow
make beignets
make bouquets
make a truce
make love...
make good love...
just not war...
not war...
im just sayin
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 3:34 PM UTC
What the "Indians"
really thought
upon seeing the
pilgrims
for the
first time...
May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 10:00 PM UTC
There is no magic potion
Or Spell or Hex required
No Doctrine
Or Approbation
Or Degree to be acquired
There is no formula or recipe
Modus Operandi
Ritual or Rite
No red tape
No routine
No code words to recite
You can bring your baggage
Or leave it
Or I can help you to retrieve it
And unpack it
Or unload it
Me of mine
You’ll help relieve it
It’s just love Baby…
It’s not so hard to do
Just to me bring
The very thing
That I convey to you
Just love me Baby…
It’s not so hard to do
Just to me bring
The very thing
That I convey to you
May 9, 2025
May 9, 2025 at 10:52 PM UTC
Us... With The Rest Of The Unfinished Poems
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In a secret box on a high shelf in the locked closet of my mind
is where I keep my dreams of
me and you...
me
comfy living in your
too big shirt
you
bare chested and
doing what you do...
smiling softly in my direction
simmering gazes and
kisses in passing
while... at our table
in our special space...
I quietly watch quiet you
and
write poems...
simple and hazy and softly lit dreams
of things that we will never do...
For me only...
in the treasured place of
my unfinished poems
and
my rhymes that don't rhyme
is where I keep
my dreams of
me and you
May 3, 2025
May 3, 2025 at 11:47 AM UTC
I am in love with a
tender and brilliant muhphucka
("thassa smart muhphucka
right there")
that sees
the
solar system within his reach
and
the rings of Saturn
immense on the horizon
he
activates my soullll....
and
my imagination~ cuz
in the minds eye
i truly truly
also see them
shining exactly where he
so eloquently pointed
lined up
and right there...
I am in love with a man
that will
pack a spinnanight bag
and
map a journey to the
earths core...
my
activated soul
don't want him to go...
scared he won't come back
to me...
ima wrap these
thighs around him
and
hold him
inside me
til this need, again, passes...
it might be selfish
but **** it...
the earth's core
don't need him
like i do...
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 10:32 AM UTC