The fool is back
To claim his roast
To spread his evil fire
And turn the world
----- crispy -----
With his whiny
Self-righteous boasts

Yet
it is not he
who is the fool
Who seeks the world
---- to rule ----
But
rather us
who again
granted him the ability
to pursue
his power lust

I try to write true
When I write of you
But the color I write
Always turns out
blue

Did I say those words to you?
Words I found so hard to say
Although it glowed within my heart
My devoted worship of you
The kisses I swaddled on you
day and night
and night and day
were meant to take their place

Yet those words I found so hard to say
Words each day you often prayed
that I would have the courage to say
those words I wished I shouted at you
each and
every day

Did I ever say those words to you?

Did you know, I tried?

Word processer
Wordless and
Black

I can't find the keys
To punch
The letters
A Worthless
hack

wordless lies
On black-filled screen

writ for those
who fail to read

who
Take no pleasure
in splintered dreams

Of
White filled keys
On Blacken screens

My grandmother was all dressed up nice
In her Sunday going to church clothes
'The man is coming, the man is coming'
she said and made me take a bath,

'The man is coming, The man is coming.'
She dressed me, best she could,
made me wear my Sunday shoes

'Oh wow, ' I thought 'this man must be  god,  
Maybe the savior himself, coming to visit and
Bless.'

‘The man is coming, The man is coming'
a big long car pulled up our dirt lane.

‘The man is coming, The man is coming'
she hushed me at the door.

At the open door stood a man, alright
My eight-year-old mind did comprehend

A man
This man
This white man
Carrying a model G Electrolux Vacuum cleaner

This man
This white man
hawking his wears
was the MAN?

We've been through…

Mopped floors
Porches swept
Windows scrubbed
And cleaned

Grass cut
Gulf course greens
Your garbage emptied
And dumped

Doors opened
That once was closed
Sitting anywhere on
A bus

From
takeout windows
Kitchens in the back
Drug store countertops

To
Front door service
Indoor seating as long
As it was in the back

From
Service doors
To Hotel doors
To Highrise vacation
Resorts

From
Back door only
To front door
To every door in
the house

From
poor house
to urban house
to a seat in the
white house

Yet
There's still a door
Closed to us

A door that
not even you can budge
a door that will be
barred and shut
even when I'm
long since gone

A Door that can only
be opened
by the will of
ALL of us

Last night I dreamt I saw
a star smiling
Coaxing me to wake
And make love to it

Hoping this to be
My angel wife
I threw off my covers
and reached for her

Only to discover
the projected glow of my clock
and the harsh sound of its alarm

You bid me follow you
to a place of sunshine rainbows
and Pillsbury clouds
where with peacock wings
we could fly forever

'Just hold my hand, ' you said
'and it will be so.'
I in my arrogant stubbornness
I answered 'No'
and watched as your body
like ***-boiled snow
melted away from me

Now in my darkness
I lay drunken in sorrow
Bitter with sadness
Seeking
death as my mistress

No Pillsbury clouds
No peacock wings
No sprinkled sunshine
Where I go

No…,
there won't be any sunshine
or rainbows
where I go

I'd like to believe
we are doing
it again
That another black
is in

I'd like to believe
that 45's ride ends
That when we fight
we win

I'd like to believe
a woman can win
and that weird is not
the thing

I guess I'll wait
till this race ends
and hope I won't
lose faith
again

No tears
Have I
For you

No tears
Have I
To cry

Although
I tried

Leak water
From parched eyes

No tears
Could I cry
For you

When you died…
I died too

I lost
The beauty of
Your smile
The warmth of
Your touch
The smell of
Your perfume
The laughter
In your voice
I lost
My whole world
With the losing
of you

In my ears
I can hear the sound
Of my heartbeat
Constant, Sad, and lonely

Mimicking the way that I feel
Since the loss of you

I live In a world of lies
where free speech
has lost its right to exist

When I speak
my truth, your lies

When you speak
your truth, my lies

This used to be
Because of my color

Now it's my
political beliefs

Now we don't
Speak at all

Hoping this sacrifice
Will keep us together

This lie
This truth
This Truth
This lie
tears us

even farther
apart

Is it though
Is it really da ‘ Man
That keeps you acting
The fool?
Or
Does your lack of maturity
Cause's you to take no responsibility
For your actions

Don't y think you should
Take control of your life
Stop blaming the man
For your strife

Get off your knees and make a stand
Stop giving the man a hand in where
You land

With the man, stop looking for a fight
and set your future in sight

Stop living only day-to-day and
Turn your life from dismay
Stop giving credit to the man
And listen to what I have to say
It ain't the man who's making you
This way

I talk
Face to face
With the man

Who
Invites me to sit,
Kneel and call him
Sir

I
Prefer to stand

And

You'll get no sir
From me

I saw a child
So young
So new
Fresh born
From his mother's
Womb

I was asked
To hold him
I could not

Why spoil
Something
So young
So new
With my
Unsanitized
Mind

My
arduous
Thoughts

No
Let this child
Grow and brew
Uncompromised
By me and
you

Pressing your body close to mine
I wrap my arms around you

wondering…

The sudden blush of your skin
Tells me everything
I need to know

I am too tired to write
         So, I will write

Nothing
About how I feel

Nothing
about life so dear

Nothing
about what I miss

Nothing
about death so near

Nothing
about your missing kiss

Nothing will I write

I will write Nothing
             About Missing You