When conjoined
...the sun and sky becomes
More defined
...as the "One"
And as the "One"
...they become
Icarus re-formed, shaped and reborn
...molded by the sun
The sun
...Helios' turmeric colored eye
Sits alight and high
...in Uranus' jealous sky
Apr 23, 2017
Apr 23, 2017 at 2:39 PM UTC
Denied
You bathed, in delusion
Relied
I braised, in illusion
...don't wander
...don't wander 'round in here
...heed the warning, and
...don't wander 'round in here
Yet and still
You are the air
I taste
And breathe
...don't wonder
...and don't wander 'round in here
...don't wonder, heed the warning
...and don't wander 'round in here
Bet or bill
I am the price
You hate to pay
And so, you seethe
...don't wander
...don't wander 'round in here
...heed the warning, and
...don't wander 'round in here
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 9:15 AM UTC
First came the German Shepherd dogs
Next came the water hose
Bodies lynched, then set ablaze
Flesh singed, then meshed with clothes
Innocent black lives lost, on a blood stained Poplar tree
Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words
Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically
****** run, ****** die, ****** free"
I am he whose antecedents
Suffered and survived the Middle Passage's arduous trip
I am the progeny who sprang forth from their chained *****
As human chattel, my antecedents suffered the sting of the whip
Their humanity, dignity and pride
Was debased and denied
Deracinated, their bodies were beaten black and blue
But it was the bruises inside, they tried, but could not hide
Innocent black lives lost, victims of the lynching rope
Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words
Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically
****** run, ****** die, ****** hope"
I say again, I am he whose antecedents
Suffered and survived the Middle Passage's arduous trip
I am the progeny who sprang forth from their shackled *****
As human chattel, my antecedents suffered the cabotage of a slave ship
In 1964, they were granted civil rights, but denied civility
A denial rooted in the flowering bloom of racial hate
And the verdant lushness of white supremacy's wicked fertility
So many innocent black lives lost
Because of "Negative Eugenic's" lies and untruths
Even now, I hear the Slave Overseer's words
Echo inside me - echoing epigenetically
****** run, ****** die, ****** choose"
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 2:10 PM UTC
When the poet writes
His wrists, he cuts
Then, he bleeds
Into your cup
So you can
....drink
He then, mixes in
Echoic phonesthemic
Units of language
Which ultimately proves
That the poet's blood
...is made of ink
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:35 PM UTC
I am like
A coarse
Turmeric-hued sun
...in June
You are like
A delicate
Chiffon-hued
...October moon
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 1:15 PM UTC
The moment in the morning
When our eyes first meet
Is the moment when
...my day begins
There's something amazing about
The way your eyes glow
That makes that moment for me
...the sexiest "Hello"
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 12:48 PM UTC
Time
Seems...to
Just, fly by
And, get away from me
But, it can't be
That way
With you and
...me
You
Seem...to
Possess, feelings
The same, feelings
Put them right here
Put them all inside
Put them right here inside
...me
Apr 7, 2017
Apr 7, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
Kiss me
And I pray
Your kiss
...won't birth a scar
Dream of we
And in that dream
Meet me there
...upon that crystal star
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 12:37 PM UTC
She sang, as if she knew me beyond my name
Had my eyes revealed my secrets
Had they betrayed my inner joys and pains
...unable to think, I became confused
Could it be that she assumed
Supposed or presumed
How else could she know these things
Maybe it was the stare we shared
That allowed her to see the depths of my dreams
She sung, as if she knew I would not move
Affected by the lyrics she mused
Uncomfortable in my skin I grew
...unable to think, I became confused
Mystified as she sung my truths
She touched my heart, though scarred and bruised
How else could she know these things
Maybe it was the touch we shared
That allowed her to feel the depths of my dreams
Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 9:27 AM UTC
I grew up, a fatherless child
And over time, I tried to hide
The hurt and pain, deep inside
…yet, it was in those times of sorrow, I'd hear a voice say
"Come what may, raise your head and keep your eyes toward the skies"
Then one day, my guardian Angel and I
Found the way
And we climbed the mountain high
…once on the summit
With tears in eyes, he turned to me and said
"Spread your wings my son, it's time for you to fly"
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 5:11 PM UTC