to my darling who feels she's not:
our separation is mere illusion.
truly, your pain strikes me as i write this;
your sensations of abandonment,
and the decisiveness they have caused,
bleed from my skin into the fibers of my clothes.
i am no longer clean.
i do not feel pure.

to my severed arm and shortened tendons:
destruction is merely another side of life.
out of disappearance comes all things-
without space, there would be nothing to contain us,
nothing to allow and enfold our beings' spirits,
and they would sputter and cease like my love's flame.
i am no longer yours.
i do not feel full.

to the farthest star that my eyes can see:
your light reaches me- i glimpse you!
in the perceived emptiness between us
there is no distance to be found;
around us exists the infinite potential for
further connection and deeper growth in closeness.
i am no longer alone.
i do not feel sorrow.

****** is such an ugly word and yet the black community keeps this word going.
Black comedians use it; people call each other this, almost like a badge of honor.
Yet when a white person uses it becomes the vilest insult.
Make the word go away, along with *****, **, and other derogatory terms.
The black race needs to treat each other with respect if they want everyone else to do the same.
A white teenager hears this and thinks that this is the way to talk to blacks.
They hear the Rap songs referring to blacks this way, then why should they not use the same terms?
How many times do you see white people calling each other names?
How can we learn to call each other friend, neighbor or fellow American’s if we put each other down?
This country needs to learn not only to respect other races but their own race too

You broke your little girl.

You dropped her head
in a boiling ***
and the pressure
broke her skull.

Fished her out
and set her
in the sun to
dry and dry and dry.

Your neglectful hands
left her there to turn
the color of things
trapped between train tracks.

And now she exists.
You can hear her
but you don’t understand
what she’s screaming.

Night after night they'd fight
Fires and flames re-ignite
As Sparks of anger flared
She lived but dead scared
Next was waking dead to life
Yet again not too tired to fuel the strife
Atimes they were warm, atimes cold as mist
Sometimes apart, sometimes at heart
There were days they hated and days they kissed
Days of soothing the days of hurt
The flame as bright as the Sun
Died down to dim of a lantern
Even their ******* Son
Came to terms with that zigzag pattern
High was high and low was low
When's Dad was high there wasn't law
His Mama's weapons were claws
While earning real hard blows
Was what fate 'd served
What she deserved?
In the air lingered an aroma of temptation
To slay his papa and offer redemption
That became a prayer each Sunday
What he painfully did fulfill someday

A burning shadow follows you,
made of sorrows and regrets
at first unreal, now so true…
placed like billion spider nets,

it keeps you stuck ,so you can’t move,
meanwhile it burns you to the ground
it just wants you to approve
to admit it’s real, and yell it out

it consumes your soul
and drains your essence
leaving only blackish coal
making null your very presence

It has been cast from far away
and her mother’s name is Vengeance
this curse will eat you day by day
this my dear, is your death sentence.

I didn't ask for a broken heart
Neither did I want the hurt
All I wanted was a ride to forever
Whether a smooth or a bumpy ride
Even if few have reached that place
I just needed a little favor
To be the only one in your embrace
Prayed that you lend me some of your trust
To oil the hinges of our love and keep them free of rust
I needed a bit of your faith, I needed you to believe
I hoped you'd stick around and never leave
All I wanted was some room to be a real man
Besides an opportunity to call you mine
A Romeo and Juliet story,at worst a Bonnie and Clyde

I wish I knew where the River of my life ends
I'd have chance to say goodbye to all my friends
If only I knew how long our shared road extends
The steep hills and slopes ,*** holes and bends
If I knew when the petals will fall,for life's a flower
I'd recite you a magical poem prior my final hour
If only I knew the minutes the gates open
I'd try to leave all like you who care about me unbroken
I wish I knew where the leaf of my destiny will fall
From the tree of life ,we'd meet there every nightfall
I wouldn't have sleepless nights in fear
Because I'd be certain you'll always be near
If only those who have gone sent us mails
From after life to fill us in on the mystic tales
If only we were destined to go together
For it's the only blockade twixt our now and forever

You can tell a lot about a person from the way they leave.