they tightened the noose and yet
she came immaculate out of nothing
Bearing the fruit of prophecy
from her womb

they fired the stake and yet
she came driving spells
from ambrosia
cursing the heinous lots

They ****** her body and yet
She came resurrected from the darkness
and the spirit of the saints

She is black as a boot
Came martyred and gone forever
Amongst the plume of fools  
Flying toward the ends of night

She is doubtful for the
reason of the sky
the dark gather of clouds
filled with ghosts and rain

The heart is where the bleeding
Starts then trickles down her legs
These are the days
of the betrayal

When force becomes mightier
Than the need for beauty
When blood is spilt for a laugh
Like the eyes are not crevices for the soul

She is doubtful for the
reason of the sky
then lip-syncs to the future
of our demise

It is time
they are leaving us
one by one

the humble
have taken a bow and
are ascending from
us like dew does the Sun

And we are left here
to figure out what a
mess we're in and why
they were kind enough
not to hide

We could follow
their muses until
it all faded

but we'd be left with our
own smug devices
the giant would creep back in
Then we would surely die

You cannot disturb
what is already
making quite a raucous
in between the
gun shots and chatter
is this inaudible void
that feeds itself
when no one is looking
to hear it is like
hearing God
A frequency at which
we are frantically
trying to get away from
To be entertained
and extracted
from the sacredness of
what is subtle
We are a bad
loud bunch
just learning how
to be silence
learning how to
be God.

In a dream,
she follows me towards
The crevice of the world.

My mother, indigo raging
like a sharp scream within my brain.

I would never rid of her peculiar grin.
Her smirk, a missile, seeks out
the errors of my ways.

But life after cunning life,
She finds me settling at the root
then cuts me off.

I sit sustained here
in the moment composed
and waiting on her return.

She is the real culprit
of my shadow.
And knows this strange abyss.

I choose to keep her away
In the silence between my breath
To begin loving her from afar.

In hopes that she will one day
find herself without a curse
And out of her mad little box.

i am the body depth-
come fathom me
and explore me
with your fluid hips-
like there is more than
blood between us-
but in the certain miles
i am drunk on you
and
i have almost forgotten
the way that you
sing me into
your perfect pitch...

Give them poetry
and they will come
to feed their souls
upon the sustenance
of your everlasting words.

We are fragments
distilled and meticulous
spheres of flesh and bone
replicating thru space
like the urgency of fractals

We are galactic bulls
breaking laws
with our big *****
spread across the
star spangled void

We need far too much...
******* at the black breast
of gravity and forgetting
these bodies are really temporary
Forgetting
we once belonged to the sky
Fleeting ether
and ascending mediocrity

He would come
to me in waves of
hot whispers and moonlight
His touch was penetrating
and was real life
He made misery feel like
warm flesh
sweet and inviting
but it hurt the first time
the slow pain
of him entering
then leaving gently
Skin craving skin
we knew we were doing
something meaningful
something substantial

I bloomed like
a shy flower
in the midnight Sun
And it was much more than
*** had anything
to do with it...

Does every word come
dripping from
your mouth, immortal?

You rare oddity
Spinning me open
As if I were air on fire

How you would gather
yourself up
like you were
something irrelevant
in my presence

Oh shy but fluent bird
Tell me of what lovers bring
Tell me you were Shakespeare
Whispering in my ear

Just enough to
Pave your heart
frost bit cold

Where are the wild
Things compelling you
to search your own Sun
and the stray wind that
will carry you home

We cannot live on cement alone
Though we’ve covered
the Earth with toxic stones
that do not breathe
And trash that will never perish

It may be our undoing
What we’ve done to ourselves
To die upon this heap
To suffer the bloodstains
on the asphalt

I am the silent one.
The one who watches
all the terrible things.

Not a sputter
Shall escape my lips.
In search of a cordial tongue.
For mine is cold
like the skin of ghosts

Vacant to this scourge
In the moment
on a dead moon night

I am the silent one
The one who watches
you do all the terrible things.

The memory of
the stones
are in the dead and
hidden near the
roots of trees.

The stone remembers
by telling on us
our unwise ways.

How we walk
the earth like
sullen gods
disregarding deity
ridden promises.

The stone remembers
but not like us
holding grudges
and peering into
madness...

Bleed
woman
bleed

Feed the licks of the Sun
with your immortal womb

Sieze the comfort
of the light before it dies
tried woman
waiting in the amniotic fluid

Bleed
woman
bleed

Show up in the afterbirth
before the hours
have gone fetal
deliver yourself from gender

Live the unknown gaps
free, black and forever