"essentiality" poems
I do not identify myself as a black american
I do not identify myself as an activist
I do not identify myself
As anything other than what I am
Do not arbitrate my existence
It will only magnify your bigotry
Do not lecture me
It will not ratify your ministry
Do not objectify my identity
Do not marginalize my sincerity
I know your criticism
It will not dwindle me
I am defiantly deaf to it
It will not compute
Trust me
It will only intensify
What I occupy
Do not subject me to anomaly
Do not try and direct me
I will not comply
Do not concern yourself
with my essentiality
I am not lost
Do not concern yourself
With what defines me
Just ask
If I am willing and able.
Nov 14, 2015
Nov 14, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
Enclosed walls
Sulking, faced down in silk made sheets
Losing touch of real sense
Portraying a memory, a thought, a
Once remembered life-style.
Longing, desiring to
Inhale, the fragrance of your scent
And falling into an undisturbed sleep beside you.
May 5, 2013
May 5, 2013 at 11:30 PM UTC
The Mother in space demands
that we all learn to read Hegel
in the original German.
She pours me a glass of lemon
grape koolaid and rubs
my eyes out of my head
but the sugar in the juice
is so thick in my body and veins
that they clump and scratch
my capillaries.
I feel the pressure in my fingertips
and the inside of my nose,
the part I push on to relieve stress.
A lonely doe in small grass,
perched roughly near the space commander,
is proximal
approximately wrapped in gauze
from bone to toe in shawls
of dead wasps, strips in equal length running up
deer thighs. Proximal to my soul, my essentiality.
This is a technique called “Relocating
The Issue”
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
Precocious, finding a love
In the bared morn, a hat to liberty
Seldom in league, fame is a corner of us
True, the notion to fend for essentiality
Count me in, a friend will notice
The taste in harmony and new pasts
To a climate of sense, serious enough
To limit one more stare to avarice...
To the common ground
Of a silent watch, for better call, to contrary
Sake, we deem the curious without a sound
Meant like a ghost of reality, the truth to carry...
A hint of a clue to worry for a besmirched eye
Known naked like a shrewd patience was...
See the coiling heat of me, when the silence has died
Will a lovers flower land on the needs, succinct does?
**** terror in the frown of ingenue
Spoken worlds of decision, to look for a paradises crowd
Hope and chastity, will the run fast or few?
Letting tongues remember their gifts, we see a legend proud...
Tales of the adding
Tales of supremacy come to a tout
Of what was, a hap in the skew of misery profound enough, linger
With me, when the careful ability of an energy, is in route
Past, present, future
Compared in a heavenly guise, of choice and meagerer sorts
Let like a flicker of light, in the behalf of a wish, so curious
Made by solemnity, to live the life of privilege, of the times we were
Mar 31, 2023
Mar 31, 2023 at 2:40 PM UTC
History of people
The stone walls and vaulted ceiling held memories the light seemingly superficial human identities have
Passed in and out like the outward wind that briefly buffets the outer structure then moves on if only
We could use a tool like the archeologist not to deface or change but take scrapings their work tells the
Grand story of people and place I would like the more personnel their struggles and their outcome we
Can and do learn from history and in time be able to take DNA when the science is stronger to take
From these living libraries through test tubes and meaningful searches that will connect people even
Closer than ancestry search sites this shows your long ago relative was a silver smith and how impressive
If the very searcher himself works in a similar field someday I’m sure they will have applications that
Will be virtual it will be made in the same village you can set in your easy chair and have the unfolding
Of how it felt the highs the lows the commutable variable of life’s most cherished meaning what is to
Exist to be such time and effort is expended in the thoughts of this will serve our posterity what a
Precious stream flows from solid rock just like life giving springs in ancient and modern day where life
Would have to be deferred but out of a pristine valley not only nature but human enterprise is giving the
Opportunity to devise many wonders traceable back through time we lose essentiality when we don’t
Build bridges to our rich past cares can over run us or as they say they can provide stepping stones it is
So easy to defeat someone who has lost the chain links that tells who he is and where he comes from
This erodes his knowing and sense of belonging take careful measures to shore up the present with the
Glories others fixed in the earth as guide posts that will not fail no matter what the storm is now go in
These sacred blessings that hold back fire and flood in them you will feel your stature enlarge nothing
Will be to big you already have been given the mastery of them it’s told in the stone
Jan 27, 2012
Jan 27, 2012 at 4:59 PM UTC
Just in the Offing
So much we miss just beyond mortal wit we truly walk paths of life but the sailing skies how inviting we
Miss because it involves more than just the central part of our cares and existence it takes dreaming
Believing and forsaking the very thing that has us captured we are possessed but not possessing that
Something that holds us fast it becomes trying showing it’s not for us but we persist there is a man
That owned a seafront home day after he sat for hours and did nothing but gaze out to sea don’t get
Me wrong he could go anywhere in this world and did but the one trip he needed the trip of discovery
He never took he never looked into the unseen into the real the face the movement the essentiality of
Twilight the irreversible gleaming the power that is unsettling but it settles all things
The mundane the rudimentary flows out and away when we call to this life giving force it takes men and
Women who are adequate then it empties out the waste the unnecessary like spring without the
Blooming it would be spring but not the spring we know and love why settle for thistles alone demand
The glory of the flower a super structure resides all around but you remain impoverished you were
Made as a gift but you bowed down and inwardly you have reduced the rays that are lying dormant
You’re still born your vibrancy your life giving force has been dulled that it creates only a lack of interest
All is needed is ignite the soul that holy part that infused glory the tidings that all ache to see and hear in
A land of waste the derelict who forgot to be bright the guest that never wears out his or her welcome
They are real they have the goods of two worlds they tirelessly stretch themselves to be of value for
Others truly we pass this way but once we can be a fiery wheel or an empty cloud that promises but
Gives lifeless effort when magnetic qualities are called for be a dream extender with just the smallest
Impetus you can fan the flame of another to greatness you are the only one given this assignment if you
neglect this blessed right you will bring two lives down like a kite less sky clear or gray what a story has
Been missed when it was too have been pronounced grandeur now mediocrity that lifts and inspires
none this is the cost of life lived unto ourselves
May 19, 2012
May 19, 2012 at 11:42 AM UTC
Think nothing of water which percolates,
Liquid evaporates.
Such are the forms trapped within themselves,
Meaningless rotes.
By formlessness corporeal,
But with materiality intangible.
Forlorn immolation;
Condensates re-saturate, only different.
Incongruent crystallization;
And they say there is change!
By factors invariant,
But with sums nonconstant.
A laugh is a laugh, verbalized or written -
It's still the same fundamentally.
Tears are tears, dribbled or scribbled -
It's still the same in essentiality.
By elements unproposed,
But with totalities nonexistent.
May 23, 2025
May 23, 2025 at 2:49 AM UTC
mother sun warm and soothe us
mammoth children
your celestial brood
timelessly race around your skirts
we hope for a promise
imaginary worlds are real
our existence matters universally
without our recognition
we are just creatures without eyes
castaways
living on fire’s raining rays
where dirt grows into grass
and not much matters
not our future
not our past
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 3:54 AM UTC
Cameras were invented to capture memories,
And to not burn memory space.
An essence, and its immediate objective essentiality.
Oct 17, 2017
Oct 17, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
Pity Is a liar
Full of pride and envy
Living in a city of tremendous arrogance
Struggling with petty attention
Justifying anger by comparing the success of happiness
Hidden in a wet blanket of shame
The essentiality of attention becomes *****
It's a misfortune that a pitiful person sees the affected person
Time waisted revolving around "Feeling Sorry"
Defined by the status of society
Building an attitude of a ***** sixty
Always the victim
Whispering comments of internal shame
'It's not fair'
'Why me'
'Life sucks'
'I never win'
Jul 13, 2018
Jul 13, 2018 at 5:32 AM UTC