She is ours
All of us
The soft opening to
the woman
Inside you
weeping
Like the tides
Moving dark and
Clutching your veins
To make you bleed
When she is heavy and bright
the laughter will come to
break you
madness swelling
You will never know
Her completely
The wait for Her in wonder
If you are lucky
You will meet Her
Liberating you
Doused as lit
Dressed in your dreams

The only remedy
for heartbreak
is time and a poem.

You,
being her
loving whisperer
makes her float
then dissipate free
into the sky

I have gratitude
for this life
sometimes a
seething mess
of awkward
silences but know
that in the space
between  I am
seeking you out
navigating the
landscapes
of your being

I treasure what
comes from you to me
like a gift unwrapped
blessed by the holy
of holies
You make me thankful
for being me

God does not see

afterall- She invokes

Her way thru

the womb of space

like it was Her own

She is creation itself

for we were

born in Her own image

Some more dark

than others

but female nonetheless

soft and fluid

Even our male counterparts

were here as female

once upon a time ago

Some choosing to

whine about this present state

grabbing females like

possessions and wanting to

connect with Her again

the little man with the dainty hands

says, nothing stellar and is

deciding how to corrupt you

Anger should
be a reed
or a flute
each breath a trigger
to make you into
a happy villain
that will float you away

I am the one
being willed
but  I can
take my righteous
*** out of the equation

So I got redirected
and reconciled into
a new mode
of thinking

God bless
the trash you
heed like a
motherdome
and god bless me

They are worshippers
of new skin while
scattering their
ashes in ritual fire

The smoke
painting the sky
with their
inevitable bones

and all the pretty things
hanging from their
hips have risen
from what was broken

Now they too
have wings

This is not another
poem about wild
uncouth women
and their wiles
those plethora of ways to
grab men's attention

This is about brutality
how he speaks to her in flesh
men with brutal words
speak with brutal tongues
Hit with brutal hands
as if that would make her
more available

as if women were
all gold grabbers
but
kindness never
crosses his mind

she is the pretty prize
he is the lip licking
fangs *****
with nothing to do
but ravage
her naivete...

He saw you there

blowing bubbles

all puckered

and closed eyed

as if you were about to

kiss some small strange

laughing saint

Only if he was

at the conception

of those bubbles to

feel your bated breath

like you were making

a wand out of

magic and broken

childhood dreams

After all these years,

I still remember

his strange passion

He could conjure

up the ghost

with those soul

infused eyes

We made mad

love with our words

talking about the big

bad world of our youth

Now that we are older

we sit on the couch in the

silence of each other

enjoying an old snog to

past the time away

Two old bags still

doing what makes us

most happy.

They don't see us

We are the shadows
of white men
with whips
tearing us to the bone
for cotton filled dreams
of greed and betrayal

They don't see us

We are the
product of their hatred
in the flesh
look what they've done
stained our skin
with our own blood
then convict themselves
with impunity

You don't see me

My skin is black
and I am human

After all the fatal cuts
you gave to me
Quietly looking the other way
hoping not to
catch a glimpse of God

You make a brown
girl blush
like I am carrying
apples in my cheeks
you've broken a
thousand spells
with those lips
kissing so sweet

I am the honey
you seek
when you are
tired and meek
perhaps dying in
your sleep

For I'd like to
return the favor
to invite you to savor

me

You are
always flying away
And there you go again
rendezvous with the wind
I try to anchor you
with my kisses
but they are not heavy enough
to weigh you down
flighty fool
those golden shiny
things won't
bring you peace of mind
but convene with me
then you shall know
what your precious
time is really
meant for...

Magic is you
day
dreaming me up.
It is the way you
look at me
when I say that.
or when your body is
unencumbered
by the labor
of gravity. Drifting.
Thinking of me.
It is the charm
I give you
to protect you
and when
you stop to day dream me
again.
A feather
will float
across the sky
then you will
know
I am day
dreaming
you too.

I am making my way

thru humanity for the last time

seeing shadow exists before me

knowing I hold the truth within

what they don't see is what they assume

all the petty small minds say

there is no heart of gold

to be found in black bodies

that we lynch and burn

out of Africa, they have claimed

our skin the radients of mocha

night screams sin

and they will continue to say,

we are better than them



I am better than no one but my self

to be sure this heart is genuine

coming from a long

line of fine peculiar folks

souls as vast as a mountain range

you could fall deep into the

crevice of their never

ending love for everything

who would even wounded

do anything opposed to oppression

untamed roaming wild and free

Maybe if we all
took one deep
collective breath
we could step off
this mad
merry-go-round
into a world
where
thoughtfulness
reigns
and nature is divine
then we could teach
our children the
slow ways of walking
mindfully on this land...

Don't believe what they tell you
Think for yourself like you have come
here to save you.

If God is not
a great harsh
old man in the sky
with alabaster skin
and a white beard


Then who is She?

This is not the time
to be in hypochondria
Every night I feel
like I'm in sick mode
waiting for this next
ailment to take me away
Breathe. and
Breathe
don't let this sickness
overwhelm you.
I am not going out like that.
I think I'm ready.
I've got my ammunition.
And I'm packing a doozy.
inhaler. check
gypsy cold tea. check
lemons. check
garlic. check
zinc. check
echinacea. check
tylenol. check
thermometer. check
pulse/oximeter. check
send love daily. check
Prayers to God. check

He came as
clear as crystal
spoke to me
in cello notes
My body was not
my own but his
to strum and gently
tango with
He tasted like
sweet mead
lit tiny fires upon
my skin
I succumbed
consumed by
this holy muse...

I was knee deep

in the ferns today

searching for wandering jews

and spider plants

like my life depended on them

they are beings with

super powers

I believe in them

like I believe in the moon

silent friends

to heal the world...

it is not ours to grasp
and hold in monumental panic
for what is ours is unseen
it cannot be tangible
but immutable
peace is already here
for you on the cusp
between something
and nothing

It's not what you would die for
that has greater meaning
it's what you would live for that makes
it all seem timeless and worthwhile

On this plane
we are flesh
made from real tears
and freshly spilt blood
we feel the incisions
to the bone
of everyday assaults
some minor
spoken words
some monumental
trauma that leaves
us stifled in our tracks
it's more than a dream
and more like a
never ending nightmare

The nights have
been somber around here
they are filled with
apparitions of
longing and worry

So I write poems
with a surgical knife
to cut at the wound
of my sullen cries

I should be stronger
than this
superwoman in reverse

the cobwebs come and
multiply around me
as if I were an
abandoned building
while the shadows have their
own wicked agenda

as I flutter around
like the milquetoast girl
from yesterday

I'm bullied by
quarantined nights
then saved by the morning
Sun of my resurrection