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 Mar 2018
Bee
It’s not about fitting it all into the car;
it’s about fitting the pieces together
against the agrestic trunk space.
It’s the way we hungrily wait
to spit up our influence It’s
the patient extraction of
a cat cornered conver
sation that is easier
to  shove  under
the innate rug
that is this
chaotic
l i f e
 Mar 2018
Haakim U Allah
Irony and Karma,
Sadistic twins of fate
All up in your face
After all the moves you had to make

Just when victory looms
POP!
Lit cigarette to your balloon...

Twin bullies slap boxin at the end of the tunnel
Play fightin in the light at the tip of the funnel
Waiting for you as you spiral down about to be pummeled

Irony dodgin blows
But you keep swinging
Karma half Laughin
Half singing
"MERRY GO ROUN' N ROUN'..."
Like a demented AL B Sure

You tryina even the score
Not enough energy in store

"I need a second wind" you implore
Blood sweat and tears bubble in your core
Gittin' back on your feet is a struggle- a chore

"I've been on this Street before " you hear yourself murmur
Feeling weak and sore
On your hands and knees
Body bruised, nerves raw

Spit out teeth, a chunk of skin from your lip
Tryina see but your eyes are slits

Call Irony a punk
Karma a btch
They got this round
But you know this ain't it
They can't make you give up
Don't back down
Not a bit
This is life
Ha ha
I love this sh
t


Haakim Understanding (C) 2017
 Feb 2018
Siphumelele
I can't wait to have you watch me make myself beautiful for you.

Just to feel your body behind mine when I'm trying to fix my hair, or apply face cream.
To have you clip my bra or zip up my skirt just for you to unzit it again coz you couldn't bare the thought of me getting dressed so quickly without you indulging in what's yours.
See I want the little things that prepare me for the big things.

A part of me understood your silence when caught in the deep admiration of what you saw when you looked at me.
No it's not that I understood my own beauty, I took the time to understand yours whenever you couldn't blink in my presence
See you made staring at someone a sensual thing, it could never be rude when it was your eyes that couldn't look away.
You fixed your eyes on what you would say was "a breathtaking image of God's best creations" my reply at all time would be "aren't you one silly hopeless romantic"
Indeed your soul searched for belonging in the presence of the art you desired  desperately beyond comprehension.

I knew I aspired an artist within you to come alive whenever I undressed.
You were always caught up in the moment, I mean you grabbed my waist like the scars you saw were an invitation for you to come close,
You let your fingers trace each one as though you were slowly trying to make sure I love myself the way you love me.
You grabbed my **** with all its flaws like a scene from a **** movie, you wanted me and with one look I knew this was forever.
It was forever...
 Feb 2018
Sjr1000
Aging is confusing
How old would you be
if you didn't know how old you are

Microwave ovens
Kitchen range timers
Updates too
Timers all around ticking down
ticking down our time
You might think of this
as you make your rounds

Sunrises
Sunsets
Good morning
Goodnight

5 minutes to go
Forty seconds
I know

Ding goes the timer
Another day is done

I guess in the end
it's
five four three two one.
How old would you be...is a Satchel Paige quote, he was an ageless pitcher, actually no one knew how old he really was, legend has it he pitched well into his sixties
 Feb 2018
Traveler
In poetic manipulation
In magic of our words
Beneath the breath
Above duress
Let your heavy
Hearts be heard
In power of rhyme
Upfront sublime
Equal syllable
Entwined
In each consecutive
Spellbinding high
Or
Emotionality low
Crafted on
The twist of tongue
Either way
Let poetry make us whole

We all have the power
Write it down
lock
And load!
.........
Traveler Tim
 Feb 2018
Keith Edward Baucum
As Kenya lay on the floor at Club Envy with her lungs burning and filling up with blood from being shot by an unknown person she thought her life would never end like this.  Kenya's tears started to flow as she thought of the years she spent slithering with snakes.  Her job at the BNB Bank made it easy to launder money for the Black Crime Syndicate.  It was six years ago in the month of June that her life took a downward spiral.
Upset at the thought of being late for work Kenya floored the gas pedal.  As she passed by the slow moving drivers weaving in and out of traffic Kenya hoped she didn't get a ticket.  I just had to stay up late watching the marathon of Funny Man.  Now I got to race the clock and pray I don't get stopped the police thought Kenya as she sped past the other drivers.  As Kenya pulled into the BNB Bank's parking lot she checked the time.
"It's 7:55am.  I made it within five minutes" said Kenya.
Kenya got out of her car and walked through the bank's glass doors.  As time passed the employees of BNB got the bank ready for the public.  One of the three people that arrived at the time of opening was a new face.  Mmmmmm yummy thought Kenya as she walked up to the tall light skinned man.
"Hello sir how may I help you?" asked Kenya as she eyed the man up and down.
"My name is Malik Maxwell.  I would like to open a checking and a savings account" answered the tall light skinned man.
"Mr. Maxwell please follow me to my office" said Kenya.
As Kenya and Malik sat in Kenya's office filling out papers Kenya made it up in here mind that she would get to know Malik on a personal level.
After a day's work Kenya got behind the wheel of her BMW and started he drive home.  On her way home Kenya called her best friend Jewel Stonewall.
"Hello Jewel how are you?" asked Kenya with one hand on the steering wheel and the other hand holding her cellphone.
"I'm doing great Kenya.  What's up?" answered Jewel as she did one of her client's hair at her salon the Golden Scissors.
"Are we still on for Saturday?" asked Kenya.
With a confused look on her face Jewel asked
"Is the day Friday already?"
"Yeah girl what day did you think it was?" responded Kenya.
"To tell you the truth Kenya I thought the day was Thursday" said Jewel.
"No Jewel it's Friday.  I'm glad I have a friend who owns a hair salon" said Kenya.
"You better be thankful.  I'll talk with you later Kenya" said Jewel.
"Ok bye Jewel" said Kenya.
Kenya Ayanna Night was a plain looking black woman in her 30's who lived a very plain life.  She always looked forward to Saturday.  A day she would spend at the Golden Scissors getting her hair done and talking with Jewel Stonewall her childhood friend.

written by Keith Edward Baucum
 Feb 2018
Traveler
It’s good to be back
With a sharpened pen
In forward emotion
Let us extend
Our tangled heart
Frozen in love
Let us write
Pull and shove

Let us unwind
In unrest of mind
The unfaithfulness
 Of loyalties bliss
Let us conceive
Thought flowing free
Subjectively shadowless

But most of all
Let keep standing tall
Facing the new day rising
Hanging low on tip of toe
Vertically upon the horizon
Traveler Tim
 Feb 2018
McDonald tsiie
Until next time, all will close I sink in my woes
Forever is within reach, every mile drowns an inch
as a soul depletes

The magic disappears I now yearn for your warmth
heaven in your eyes is where my heart resides,  hold me tight
Love helps me progress in this earth
you let my heart rake your world and I fell for you
the same love drags me down
I will hold you down with fragile emotion
if the pressures of the world draws me to you
i'm weak to your presence

You smite my eyes if only my love did hold you
it's foolish beyond measure but heaven promises me you
Till the end of eternity I will hold you close
my love will know the value of your heart as time goes
written by: McDonald tsiie & Rutendo Chikande
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