#wiz
“I woke up to chattering teeth like a serial coward,
Except the fear is not within here, it sits in the air
The year carries twenty figures in twice orientation,
The year carries blessings and curses in twin proportions
Dear Twenty, talk to me, what do you expect of us?
Men’s lives fade like starving candles,
My hope slips out of the palms like I’m trying to hold wet air
Empty man, I’m scared of dying too young
Dumpty head, my shell cracks – I’m scared of dying too young
Bad days have me freezing inside the skull,
I’m not friends with God anymore and I miss Him –
Tears.”
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:36 AM UTC
“My mind carries a pain
My skin bears a voice
I’m mad and it shows
It’s black in my soul
I’m bad, I’m insane
I’m mad and it grows
Black man with some vocals –
Black man with no arms,
Black man yes, the pain is mine, and it eats me
Black man and there’s black in my thoughts,
So I keep screaming
Black man with heavy dreams that haunt him:
An ambition in the winter,
Flower never grow, for my seed cannot afford
Friction in the air when I’m bitter
Pay fee for my visions to come into sight, capitalism
Terrors caged in my intuition, neo-colonialist inhibitions
Give men races, take away our faces, branding
Culture punctured or am I just Insaniod?
**** the stereotype?
I try, but the Earth is stereohyped
Blame my senses? I can’t.
Too many cents owed me –
Nonsense.”
Jul 21, 2020
Jul 21, 2020 at 6:45 PM UTC
“Walk right up to you,
To the root of your throne
And stare, expectant
Cup in hand, thirst in soul
Ready to drink, and just demand:
I yell and raise the cup to you –
‘Forgive me!’
I am a hypocrite child, a mockery to your blamelessness
Please grant me eyes true,
And a tongue that knows honesty unimpaired -
‘I’m Sorry, My God.’
Jul 18, 2020
Jul 18, 2020 at 5:43 PM UTC
“The cousins leave, their laughter and cries do too
Upon that hour when sky’s flame
Is fell from up high
The water stops, the winds halt
Maybe even the blood stands too, still
For nothing moves, nothing’s awake at this hour
Minds and souls roam, free
Away from the heads plastered close to earth
Dreaming dreams, of planets, moons and else
Partaking, all in the blackness’s ritual
So dark, even the puppets of evil are tempted to lie still
All Men sleep, nothing’s awake at this hour –
Except me,
And the hand
From which this poem is borne.”
Jun 2, 2020
Jun 2, 2020 at 6:05 AM UTC
Our every talk
an episode of competitive mind athletics
As each tries to outpace the other
On the eccentric field tracks of conversation.
We are more like ****** – militants,
For after every hello and before the next goodbye there always remains a trail of carnage;
Inside my eyes and on your face are the grimmest battlefields;
Emotions are always the casualties;
Paying the price for two egos clashing in frantic effort to maintain the gravities of inner pride.
Your name and mine;
Two eagles wrestling every hour
trying gravely to unsettle the establishment;
To shift the equilibrium,
To make the universe lose its balance.
Lady;
The survival of our acquaintance is based on something stronger than the spiritual;
Our mutualism
One flower least expected to flourish
I think nature made me for you;
I am the antithesis to your existence;
Only in our duality can peace exist;
Two powers of chaos
Tumultuous forces that cannot live without each other.
Teyana;
I think you know that I am the best thing that is ever going to happen to you.
{She Smiles and nods}
WordSmith_Wiz
31/12/2018
Jun 3, 2019
Jun 3, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
I have shut the doors to my mind, I shut myself out
For inside my head there exists
a thick darkness that seeks to engulf me.
Pain – Fear – Rage and Love.
Shapeless monsters hiding – waiting to devour me;
Now to the heavens I look, towards the enchanted skies;
glittering and shimmering with cold- but warm enough
to house my sullen soul.
I will look towards them; and find my solace.
Everlasting and steadfast, I am enthralled by you.
Tales from the surface of my within,
The ones I won't tell no man, I let you hear
In the beauty of the night, you wink and glisten.
I look up at the night sky,
our eyes meet in the appreciation of devotion;
of a love between man and kind.
Enshrouded in the warm embrace of fleecy clouds;
she covers my world with her glorious silver smiles;
Lady Moon, Queen of the nighttime cohort.
I look up at the night sky,
and there he remains like a friendly old man frozen in his seat;
pointing the way to that may need it,
his hand remains steady as he guides.
He is a lone star,
shunning communion with comrades and compatriots;
he shines alone, a jewel in solitude.
I look up at the night sky,
they glide past on the wings of the wind
like gracious phantoms.
They weave and churn showing off their flexibility
and volatile dancing skill;
Teaching me how to survive in a world which loves a few.
The grey clouds flip and flop, they boil and bubble.
Rejoicing in the fellowship of flying embroidery;
they promise the gift of life giving rain.
I look up at the night sky,
my eyes cannot see them, but yes they speak to me.
From places out of the reach of civilization;
intuition and heartwarming reassurance flow;
from matter and energy,
at the bounds of space and time,
from regions further than the confines of the known multiverse;
at the feet of God.
The black of the night and the blue of day – the only barriers shielding them from my sight;
They reignite my spirit and set alight the torches of hope
inside the rooms of my soul;
I know not what they are,
but they watch over me and they watch over you.
Look into the skies
and you too will hear their silent voices.
Stare into the splendor of the night
and commune with your inner beauty.
You will be set ablaze.
WordSmith_Wiz
26/07/2018
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 5:40 PM UTC
"8th March 2018
A pen found its ink
A purpose found its man
Art,
The mother of all that's beautiful
brought me a gift
A life skill that would be my passage of lift
He came to life in unhealthy mental weathers,
his soul was birthed in shabby unearthly waters
and bound to mine
in an everlasting covalence.
he was given to me an agent of healing – an outlet,
a living freedom;
a drain for my pain,
a gift and a curse he is a stain on the domain of my name – but
I take pride in our duality,
my existence paradigm was on the edge of a cliff
suicidal - I lay on my back under the roof
of a gloomy identity
my name and my frame
soaked in melancholia of a quantity
that exceeds the infinite.
DEAR WORDSMITH
You and I
Are a year older
I am a decade wiser
I can feel it in my hair
the truth in its absolute quintessence
is a universe closer.
The way you hold my mind in your gloves
gives me sleepless nights and faceless days
but who am I to question my panacea?
I promise I will make the most of what we can be.
A savior, a tutor, a sage
My poet, my light, my flame, my light.
WordSmith_Wiz
03/08/2019
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 6:03 PM UTC
its been a long day without you, my friend
and i tell you all about it when i see you again we've came a long way from where we began oh,i'll tell you all about it when i see you again..
dang, who knew? all the planes we flew good things we've been through that i'll be standing right here talking to you 'bout another path i know we loved to hit the road and laugh but something told me that it wouldn't last had to switch up look at things different, see the bigger picture those were the day hard work forever pays now i see you in a better place(see you in a better place)
how can we not talk about family when family all we got?everything i went through you were standing by my side and now you gon' be with me for the last ride
it's been a long day with out you my friend and i'll tell you all about when i see you again we've come a long way from where we began oh, i'll tell you all about when i see you again
first we both out our way and the vibe is feeling strong, and whats small turns in a friendship and a friendship turn to bond and that bond would never get broken the love will never get lost and when brotherhood come first then that line will never be crossed established it on our own when that line had to be drawn and that line is what we reach so remember me when i'm gone
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 1:58 PM UTC