What goes up will come in for a landing
The belligerent crash
I'm done trying
For the cushion of wheels spun in a coast to grace
There's too much doing
Every push has me slithering
Through the spittle of lies
Spurting from vicariously indignant mouths
In their search for how hard to work to work less
To help just enough
My naive and belatedly terminated youth
I blame you
More than the latchkey existence
Left to me to **** the boredem with hope
In spite
The breakdown anti-hero prays
For a time everything is a fire in the positive
Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 12:05 PM UTC
I do not identify myself as a black american
I do not identify myself as an activist
I do not identify myself
As anything other than what I am
Do not arbitrate my existence
It will only magnify your bigotry
Do not lecture me
It will not ratify your ministry
Do not objectify my identity
Do not marginalize my sincerity
I know your criticism
It will not dwindle me
I am defiantly deaf to it
It will not compute
Trust me
It will only intensify
What I occupy
Do not subject me to anomaly
Do not try and direct me
I will not comply
Do not concern yourself
with my essentiality
I am not lost
Do not concern yourself
With what defines me
Just ask
If I am willing and able.
Jan 13, 2016
Jan 13, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
All this bone
will be sprinkled with rust
Through dust of collapsing cables
and trust
But we will be here
to love
as we must
We got time
sister
To love
as we trust
We got time
brother
To fall
as we lust
But no beat
nor x
nor world-winded hex
can fight the flight and ignite the light
Just lookin to the left
or right
We are up to come down
in our time to fall out
the go-round
in the games
about town
But the petals
and buildings
all bill for the dead
when stuffed
in long boxes
coats filled with lead
We once were and then not
Were but wasn't
in the eyes of the tried
and hands of the tired
and fight to be true
now severed for sake of
ordered bewilderment
left without cue
in the lies and the cries
of
sometime tomorrow
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 3:55 PM UTC