Family Secret

An Ice-cream man, with an Ice-cream van
His melodic chimes seem magical  and enchanting
the heat waves, a major summer killer

Little children with happy faces make biblical verses
Jump off the pages and come alive
Block to blocks, street to streets
laughter could be heard for miles

 There he was sitting on the old stoop
A little freckle face boy.
with eyes of a deep, dark blue
Waiting for God to answer his pray

Poor, little Vincent Maloney

He remember his grandmother harsh words
"Wipe your tears away, and pray in silent
Young Vincent Maloney"

“I pity your mother and I pity her choices,
and most all I pity her
For eloping with the colored man
 Barbara Coleman husband

Wipe your nose, and weep no more
Your daddy ain't your daddy
But your daddy doesn’t know

.
Race is not a determinable concept my child.

Your life is like a pocket
Shallow filled with mess
Pull out most things that you don't need
Leave behind the rest

If you went any deeper
What difference would it make
What you would have would be but lint
With hardly any change

Below the grounds of your soil my seeds rested -
Breeding roots of grass and tulips up to your feet

Viscously you marched over my veins -
Plucking out every last bit of my tender stems

However, tender you were in the rain;
Covering my petals from the liquid stains

But it was never for the love of my seeds;
Rather for the mere satisfaction of gazing at my blood in a vase near your sunny window

Your ignorance called it beauty
Yet, from way under the soil here ..

I called it ******

cake-235 calories

You can have a bite.  
Come on treat yourself.  
Indulge.  
For only the price of:
An hour of sit ups,
two hours of guilt,
A day of crying over the bathroom scale,
A week of fasting.  

French fries-250 calories

Come on take a bite.
Reward yourself.  
Indulge.  
You haven't eaten anything but your own fingernails in days.  

Chocolate milk-120 calories

Take a sip.
Indulge,
for only the cost of the rest of your life spent worshiping
the feeling of an empty stomach.  
The feeling of being cold in a warm room.
The feeling of your bones poking through your skin like white flags.  

Waffles-190 calories

Just one bite won't hurt.  
Indulge
And another and another
soon it's a binge.
Now purge.  
Purge your body of the evil of calories.
Purge your guilt into the toilet.  
Wipe your tears and brush your teeth.
It's worth it to treat yourself,right?

may someday a hand touch you
like a warm summer's breeze and
break you down and turn the whole world around
and create dreams in things real and real of dreams
may a day come real envisioned
like the river flows surreal
make you rethink your place  in this atmosphere
may one day be a flow
a flower gracefully
proud as the sun
greets your eye awaking
make you and I bow
down to this overtaking
rush of love her energy
feel new cleansed absolved
no history now no
worry
and when it passes
when that hope eclipses humanity
I am going to be there
shining

by myself like existentialism is
this absurd world calls me
an existentialist
I am authentic, absurdly so
at times,
Atheism and rejection of
mores and philosophies,
might be me,
for I have found no fit,
no defining thing
that calls out to my
significance
like a poem
written coyly
or a woman's cry
in the night
sexually.
I am defined by lust and
the moment.

we make shake n bake
to magnify the whole thing
make it better and higher and more
wow
I went along
that's when I got hooked on
the feeling
the majesty the bangs
now I am down in a hole
looking up and
she is gone and the
thrill too
what the **** is it all
doing
to my brain my libido my life
I give up

on the aged blinds, all dusty
filled corners of spiderwebs,
the dusky remembrances
sat a reign of yesterday's
fog filled eyes
the  bluish hue
random splotches
which glasses none
have a cure for
I recall her
her in glory
like it was yesterday
lithe
sweet as a sundrop
cool as a new wind
soft as the mellow song
whispering
cute
as a cub
new as the day was then

"the perfect poem is silence"
by someone once