Q: What is your greatest fear
A: To wake up one day alone in my soul....

You've wrecked me
ruined my love
once happy tears, now water the soil of heartbreak
you shattered me before I even began
forced my love out
and sprouted  limbs for trust to evade its departure

For him I ride,
slow and lazy
finding purchase beneath his touch.
nails score private lines as he stretches beyond beating hearts and breathing lungs.
he drowns me in safety and kisses prayers in the corner of my soul.
I am exposed...
bare, in the eye of release and awareness.

Crush me
blind me
tuck me
****  me
Roll  me
but just... just never leave me.

work the seconds life gives...
**** the moments we wish to forget...

Was my heart a souvenir?

How do you reconcile your future with  acquired beliefs of the past?

I criticize what is because of the possibility of what could be...

You are a clever thing to say.
A funny thought stand still...

What if honesty hung in each breath you took? Would you exhale the truth? How twisted are the branches of your heart, never knowing if your coming or going. Lighters spark to hide the shame of the man who was once beheld in the eyes of love. What a terrible sin, to play with the hearts of others...

It can be written again. wrung like water from linen, shook, spread, and lined. ***** secrets can be cleaned. no one would ever know, the piece he took. as the sheets hang in the wind. baked by the sun.

We speak in peaks of color. Vibrations that **** near tilt the rainbow spilling colors that only we can name. Hues shade eyes and tuck into the periphery of our souls. You pull the strings of my heart forcing contractions that walk me to you. I meet you in the blue green seas of April. Its sensational. We end at the edges of color where white divides, and only here we find peace.

Still small movements.
Thump.
Heavy thump.
Its the beat of your heart,
It gives warning to keep moving,
fighting, dreaming, and ******* believing.
Believing in who the hell you were designed, contoured, birthed to be.

What sir is the drum of your heart?
Does it move to the rhythm of our mothers laugh,
Tempo of our grandmother's love,
or rapid cadence of our grandfather's
words?
Does his words to propel you?
Do they elevate you to fight,
Fight for the right to be whoever the ******* want to be?,
To be the voice of declarative reason,
Or the man who laughs and cries without reason for fear?
Are you the man that bundles pain for harvest,
Like a miner to coal in anticipation for the cold season?
Are you the preparer?

I tell you what I believe,
I believe you are a bold product of the past,
yet powerful reactant for the future.
I believe you are a warrior and King.
But what do you believe?
Tell me Anthony, what is the drum of your heart?

we make love to sounds echoed in language
knee deep
breathless
and escalating
intimacy guided by tongue
**** are the clingy letters you match to declarative words
you are the best show-and-tale

I edit when I'm alone/ picture sciences never scripted/play roles never casted/ I am crazy/ tormented by a reality to real enough/ So I write/ write with haste/ unsure when inspiration will flee leaving me alone/ So I edit sciences never scripted/play roles never casted/ I am crazy/ crazy, ****, cool/ But mostly....CrAzy//

Buy me a book to write my life away,
My weird fuckery, ***** nasty thoughts
laced with you.

Days pass diluted with memories of you.
I remember when the sun danced for you.
It danced off your mahogany skin to mine.
I remember how you kissed every part of my soul,
Caressed each line and bend of me.

My heart wrote music for you once,
Melodies for you ears only.  

Buy me a book and I will fill every page,
line, space, boarder with you.
The man of my past and present
who traces  scares with intent to kiss.

Writing and driving never mix.
But I'm afraid thought will tie laces to shoe and flee.
Flee leaving me wordless, breathless, and poor
Poor begging on the corner of inspiration.
So panic rises in my chest ,
heart to ear,
pores  open with sweat.
Im urged in haste to write.
Write with images of words streamlining to the chorus
of phrases and thoughts passing.
I write and write.
Write until images fade to grey leaving me open and warm.
As a newborn to mothers milk,
I am full,
safe,
and inspired.

He is sugar and charm
My whenever
however
delectable treat
My sentimental mood
meets Funny Valentine
My very own 21st Century Miles Davis

My heart runs to you
But my body stills.....

Simple is the dialect of an untainted tongue....

You are cotton candy light
sweetness to perfection......

In the end you are divided by your past and present.....

you are a puzzle best left unsolved.....

Dark nights foster truth abated in currents of lies.....

Feels less and less like safe place
unravelling
dialogues gain momentum with unclear direction
Im alone dancing in disconnection
unmask what lies below the surface
tell me in the stillness of night
I'm kinda scared here
change the dance and I promise to change the step
reach for me and I promise to hold back
here-and-now
moment-to-moment
my dandelion lover

I spit promise
I pinky swear
I cross my heart hope to die, stick a needle in my eye
That I will bookmark my love for you
doggy ear the scenes of our story played true
Count and recount the ways I will love you in this life and next
And When words fail
And actions fall short  
I will custom tailor hugs for you
pause and rewind my way back to you
harmonize to the 'c' flats of your life
dig graves for your scariest fears
And flash flood, uproot, straight up drown any doubts of my love for you
Because I spit promise
I pinky swear
I cross my heart hope to die, stick a needle in my eye
That I will love you through the what ifs and come what mays
From spring, summer, winter, and fall will I love you
and I will love you
And  love you
And love you
And  love you until seconds cease to exist
And infinite is not as infinite as we thought
Because I found the beginning
The very beginning
The  moment where  love approached infinity by degrees
Simply in awe of you...

Without the heat of day its chilly.
Buildings case shade for the unwanted.
Its funny what protects in the summer
Kills in the winter.
A times is coming.
There will be no guide for the weary.

Majority-Minority
White America  -Black America
Gun-Child
Life-Death

Because...'this a song that doesn't end,
it goes on and on my friend
Some people started singing ,
not knowing what it was,
and they'll continue singing it forever just becaaaauuussseee'....
Until one day it stops.
Because 'its a song that gets on everbody's nerves
Yes, everybody's  nerves
Yes-every-BODY's-*******-nerves
And that day will be the day
where opposites no longer attract
and color coded oppression
no longer expresses itself with a brown boy from Ferguson, Missouri or  Sanford, Florida.

How come 'yes' is met with no hesitation?
Its no smoother than a 'no'.
hmm...
If you think about it,
you can actually say 'no' in repetition a thousand times faster than 'yes'.
So what is it?
I blame it on the microwave,
maybe even the **** television,
and most definitely the debit card.
But what I'm really saying,
Or should be saying,
Is
I blame me
and dame sure I blame us.

I pick it like a scab.
Its ugly and itching,
Unwilling to heal without leaving its mark.

Its funny how the past teaches but leaves one tainted.
But funnier how you never have the things you need,
but have all the **** you want.

Earth bends at your awakening.
It stretches to withstand the weight of your presence.
In awe of your stature the sun shines.
Hoping to store glimmers of your reflection
It nods in recognition of you.
You are a masterpiece caught in the stillness of time.
How could the handiwork of one's maker ever be questioned?
Grandma pinches of Godvia were gathered to create you.
You are mosaic splitting amber dancing in the sun
While to earth itself bends to withstand your awakening.

I have forgotten what you look like
Your smell and touch
Mind scatters when pulled to retrieve you
Memories mirage like  lingering smoke from fire
Funny how time no longer hiccups in anticipation of you
You are the forgotten tune hummed
Beautiful and decadent in space
You are sprinkles of notes for greater melodies to come

I wrote my favorite piece today.
You traced the silhouette of the curve,
Every letter to the word bent in satisfaction of you.
Well aren't you inspiration for the soul...