You lie to me
like your word
depended on it
or is it worth
your word to me
do you value
what you speak
or do you speak with
a second tongue
deepening the divide
between us
man and woman
the battle amongst us
not knowing the real
value
of a woman

Just the lies
that linger
on you and your
traitorous tongue

The young are
not immune
to bleeding

They are not
immortal

just naive
and very short sighted
it comes with being
sucker punched by life
over and over again
until they realize
that the bleeding
doesn't last forever
and is only mildly painful

to make this point...

Good feeds the poor
It also shelters them
Good embraces difference
with inclusive arms
and does not deny people
their freedoms
nor kills them for
their right to protest injustice
Good does not laugh
at the expense of others
and very often laughs at itself
it protects the Earth
with everything in its power
and knows we are all part
of the Earth like the flowers
and the animals
Good is having a heart and
not afraid to use it
and if you don't care for Good
then maybe you are not so Good
and that is a bad thing...

They say my black
is not pretty
as if my hair is
not the color of the
night that holds
the moon in
all her silvery glory
as if dark
doesn't heal
the wounds of an
oppressive Sun
as if my eyes
aren't deep enough
to capture
a kaliedoscope of colors
as if my skin
doesn't glow
luminescent
soft enough to
inspire you to sleep
to dream up another world
with my wings
an opulent black
like a mirror reflecting
the whole wide world.

She is fire-breathing
and does not get burnt
by Her own breath

She waits to see you
consumed by that
for you will be the ash
and She will be the
wind to blow you away
to the merciless end
of you and your bigotry

She will devour them
who are unjust
She will meet them
by the stake of their hate
separating divinity
from the Gods
fragments of fire
particles in the Sun
dust in the air

What you are
is what surrounds you

Do you walk
with red anger
always exposing the
claws behind your back
or are you the silent air
that moves us
stealthily thru this world
gentle as a warm whisper

You are that
an inward
light reaching
for its kindred flame

Be quiet
and let the mind settle
let the real world
slow you down
For
the truth to reveal itself
over and over
again.
I promise.

I f I c o u l d h a n d y o u t h e m o o n w o u l d y o u s t i l l j u d g e m e b y t h e c o l o r o f m y s k i n ?

Have you come for me
dust light settling peach
flames in your eyes sparkling
divine like the root
of my chakra

You are stardust to me
all brilliant
promising smile
that makes you humble
a cloaked God

You feel all
warm gold dripping
sweet from your lips

Precious diamond
what friction made you
cunning as a wolf

I am your prey
soon devoured
offering my flesh
to you

There is more to life than this
and it reveals itself
beyond this mortal veil
time and time again
Past the lies and the bubblegum crush
I am not here to save you
but there is something
waiting in the midst

My heart
beats like
a light
in action
it speaks
the truth
and knows
what I don't.

It is good to have
open ears
how else would you
hear the sound of
your Beloved
the one that
moves silently
thru all things
live gently and
walk like your feet are
your wings

I've bled
not because
I am a
broken sinner

I've bled
because I
am woman
harbinger of
new moons
and unspoken
mysteries

I've bled
life into the impermanent
landscape of the soul
like gravity
holding you down
in spite of the spinning

I am the fierce
darkness
traversing the
universe
barefoot

In this
black moment
I am forever
I carry
this womb
with the honor of
mothers before me

Now I am woman as crone
ushering in the new world
of infinite love and magic

When I die
I like to imagine
that I'll become
some sort of brilliant
luminous thing
fluttering my way
thru the ether
like it was my home
My real home that
I've finally reached
after being a black woman
wounded in America

"I'm building a cult around Your Figure" -Charles Michael Parks, jr.

Go ahead
You are perfect.
For I am edible enough
to break you with
my tongue.
I will
stain you with
tannins
to color your face
with my stink.
For I am as wanton
as an open sky.
Bring me
your sun-lit kisses
between this
black berry bush
deliver me
and make me endless...

You have already proven
to me that you're my
drug of choice
The lull I get without you
how I hang onto your
every gesture

your scent I'm sure
you calibrated to me
since I can sense you
whenever you manage
to come around

I feel this
warmth beneath my belly
where I imagined you
touched me there
your mouth seeking the deep
crevices of my body
in the cold dank night
underneath the sin
In the heat of the covers...

We have forgotten ourselves again
lost in the darkness
of this void but it is the cocoon
to something deeper
and with teeth

You are sitting there
a split pea
rolling straight off the counter
like all the other
little diametrical peas
with no mind power
and no gumption
other than flying straight
into the dogs mouth
No denying
You will get eaten someday
Like me
but I'm going to be the
one that made it
to the soup.

It's a balancing act.
We are kidding ourselves
if we don't accept it
and respect it.

America’s shadow
is projected
all over the Globe
and its not healthy
it is a sick child
waiting to be freed

but we repressed it
For far too long that now it
Is running the world

But not without
Demonizing it first
For it is
our deeper selves
out of balance
and a hero to most

Means freedom
For us to gather
as a collective
to heal ourselves
and to remain true

There must be light
For those who seek the
warm wisdom of the dawn

And there must be dark
For those who seek
to rest and heal
from its cool
effervescent shade

the balance of the
world will be shown
with love and simple
kindness

It all depends on you

Did you know the
bandage you
are wearing is safe
did you know
that you are too afraid and
in doubt
of the naked wound

how saline sweet

if you could alchemize
the hurt into cool waters
and heal from the inside out
dare this damp blood
to flood like the
scorn of a river does

how courageous some of you
with no bandage
to let it exit to evolve into
one big beautiful scar
**on its own

I am sorry

for any hurt I caused

let there be a release
from your suffering

I am small

sometimes it shows
seething hot and
plain from my brow

with no excuse

Other than
I didn't show my work
I didn't show up for the work

Forgive me

I am yellow bellied
needing
a little nudge to remember

I am of service
to you
always of service
to you, the spirit
the Earth

with love.

The best poem
is a meager tidy
little thing
a bold usurping
phenom
built from a small
cascade of words...

Rise little girl
It is time
To take to your
Feet and run
the sun was not
yours to carry
Child immaculate
Bring to life your
Heart anew
Dwell in this place
For the light
echoes upon you
it is time to rise, little girl
come walk with the one
seen wearing roses
come talk to the one
felt thru all time

You play me
like an adagio
Unhurried but dissonant
You challenged me
Moved me to
the inner depths of you
I got lost
without knowing
Until I heard you
in G minor...over
and over again
Now I'm the silent breath
between your notes

Play on, maestro, play on...