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Mother overwhelmed,
felt suffering damned with growth;
attempts to set me free
with a soft and fluffed pillow.
with moonlight
thumbing atop,
studies me in
silent wonder.
Her smile of
photos ablaze,
years gone,
lies dormant
in her breath.
She is my mirror,
a reflection
of the beauty
I’ve always
hoped to find.
Taking hold
of my arm hairs,
she gradually
settles into
a special love.
Skin ablaze,
embraced within
a field of foreign suns.
of blinding,
coma-awaking
blurs.
The Massacred Beauty Of Poetry
A colony of words,
disturbed within their
cerebral hive.
Adjective pawns
say goodbye, while
holding back their tears.
Synonyms prepare to
fight the war, while
metonymy soldiers
guard their beloved,
Queen Imagery.
King Metaphoric
cradles his crown,
in prophetical agony
of defeat.
Bravely, the colony
charges from their hive
with shouts of many tones.
One by one,
helplessly slain,
and thrown unto
their paper grave.
Walking into
my dim apartment,
television left on
to warn off thieves;
wondering if she
will ever come back.
Conversation With A Vegas Hooker
Well let me go
and get my butt back to work.
of dust dancing
In a tug-of-war between
of hopelessness
So I ask
what are these women doing wrong?
Moody
I never meant
to scare you
with my apt
desolation.
Sometimes I flicker
like the long used
fluorescent lamp;
if you change me
I’ll fall to pieces,
of our names.
My vacant winters
baring ice castles,
to think my
velvet draped
vibes,
Scripts
easily read
like a school play.
Roles
acted out
in fine amateur fashion.
Applause
from an audience
only wanting to be nice.
Abandoned
Blending
these layers,
a forgotten
used pile.
Discarded waste
of middle class failures;
amongst souls
unseen
by once
privileged eyes--
Lushly
My
Love
For
You
Makes
Me
Sway
in paranormal
states of
countless hours,
trailing your scent
in a hallucinating daze.
Following
winding curves,
off balanced,
I topple,
as I long
moments
to sip
the moisture
of your breath.
After Midnight
He creeps about,
very careful not to slip
on the polyurethane floor.
Balances the edge of steps
on the balls of his feet;
He peeks inside
a bedroom,
So in love
writing her name in the dust
on the windowsill
Pregnancy
head bowed
in defeat.
Tailor Made
of glass intentions
Sweat evaporates
before it leaves my skin
Pressed
between an earth I hated
and abode of my works
Now suspended in
a prison
As slaves shovel
torment into a pit
Hole of chaos
dug by careless living
Awaits
Slowly crushing me
The moans
I know its hunger
Recovery
We blame aura
for smearing the glass,
with him.
Sleepless--
rubs me,
and smiles.
Inconsiderate
A Poet’s Secret
You--
asleep with one eye open,
awaiting my touch,
so rejection paints neon signs.
a looming silhouette
through bathhouse steam.
If a book sold,
I bet buildings topple.
Implosion
with no explanation for it.
Only red-nosed dime tooters
may scribe an abstract,
"Poverty whores
have nothing intelligent to say."
rotating heads
as the Pulitzer is handed.
Love Unintentional
On leveled land,
Cleverly composed
extermination
of black dwellers,
Statutory Rape
imprisoned
Charge --
Statutory rape
I was pulled
into the toils
of a young boy
through my words
he became prince
he became loved
he became…
Through my words
Through my words
his pain slipped
somewhere below
deliverance
The L Word
Conservative Man
So many times
we debate on love,
subtle abstract,
or concrete slab?
I must admit,
heat from love’s hell
has thinned my skin,
but it always grows back;
thicker than lies,
stronger than a condom,
when you really want it to burst.
I know a couple
married for 32 years,
they pride themselves on endless love,
yet sleep in separate rooms.
Maybe love is
defined within a Haiku:
-- acceptance is like
a cold cave with beaming light
at both ends of choice --
Concluding
whatever love is --
Innocents Damned
as life swims
within her tainted waters.
An abyss within
once Godly flesh,
We spoke briefly
hours ago.
Now I wait,
reflecting
on the picture of you and I
framed by a once bare wall.
I wait,
until outside noise
becomes a soft melody.
I wait,
until the stalk of night
shrouds the muffled cries
of my lonely soul.
I wait,
until my eyes adjust,
and darkness is but a tint.
Suppressing pride,
I call you back;
you claim to had forgotten,
only a few days ago
you claimed
to love me.
Now today
you forget to call--
fuck you.
Unevenly Yoked
She’s so beautiful
She’s agnostic
She thanks
herself
I thank Christ
I preserve them
in glad-wrap
for poetry
I rain in praise
--sometimes--
I know my sex
is a covenant
She believes in
same sex attraction
I think
Oh hell no
--but I’ll watch you indulge--
I feel like
a man in decayed patches
of hopeless skin
sewn by threads
of stress fallen hair
She says
lovemaking
while slicing her name
in my chest
with a box cutter
brings her to
the ultimate climax
I say
“It’s time for me to go now--
We all hate it
and yet
use it
We breathe it
we need it
Sure
misuse has been
the downfall of many
but the upside is endless
Lies
Lies
She tells me
I’m the biggest
she’s ever had
--Ok
bad example
I’m sure she was telling the truth
(Hey it’s my poem)
September eleventh
was a terrorist attack
Lies
--But I admit
it sure did direct our attention
away from the government
while they pick-pocketed us--
Lies
Gas
Obama
Democ(racy)
Lies
I believed that
to be her final plea,
and yet,
my penis remained cold.
Soon after
my woman walks out;
Boomerang
tears bled
by self-induced pain
dehydrates my heart
please baby --
hurt me once more
for old time’s sake
Cleansing
Define monogamy
in a way to
actually believe it
After romance--
a steamy shower rids
skin of deception
busy screwing
and getting high
My shoes reek
of mildewed blasphemy,
rotting in the prison of
macho banter,
and a longing for
inner freedom.
My eyes red
from intoxicating nights,
and bleeding temples
from deep thoughts.
Leaving me defeated,
worn, and separated,
from what women say
a man should be.
Adrift A Gust
Wandered off
and never found a way back
because by snowfall
footprints were covered
by a weary tread
Interstate 40
Vintage attire,
with a peeling gold nametag
angled toward the floor,
reflecting a light-ball
that zigzagged
with every defined twist
of her frail torso.
She had a tattoo of,
~ Luv Dan 4ever ~
on her left forearm,
Forgiveness
Once Mines
replaced by lower
price tags
to be felt,
collecting mementos
of the willing,
only wanting the same.
One woman,
a bi sexual fad
I never loved,
listless
callous affection.
One woman,
I loved amongst
the simple needs,
A mere design
disposable after one use.
One woman,
I try so hard to love
but my heart has filled,
so now
she feels the emptiness
of a full womb.
The Peace Maker
I laughed once
cambric of solace
coax around my feet
to soar carnation skies
where silver clouds meet
My Worth
Sifted through
like grains of sand
a stupid teen
caught in stereotypes
a statistic
of ignorance
and product of love
her man
shot--
man curls
and I feel
oh my God
I ran so fast
and never stopped
now a grown man
and yet
never stopped
Lunch With An Ex
as I admired color
on a freshly painted wall.
Apartment 3E
a muffled laughter
in night air
Skyline
A living reel
for tired eyes
in mundane commute
Hush
a runaway hoarder
supplementing her lifestyle
and we
the real niggers
knew better
The Scent Of Failure
sure of everything
but a thought;
Eventually sold
for flashlights to shine
into a dark past
when batteries
are not included
Overlooked
if only someone
gave a damn
Old Maid
Chicago 11/04/08
In a starless sky
of crescent moon
Stereotyped
and made to believe
we now know
we are capable
First Breath
In the middle of grant park--
watching white people
cheer for a black man
I loosened my tie
to allow the lump to pass
I saw her.
Payless Blues
A roughneck shorty
in the pantry sobbing
and he
jordan styled pro-wings
in which he is ashamed
My New Inspiration
In betrayal of sexist calm,
Living Waters
Floating under
the calm sullen moon,
washed ashore
shuffling feet
of shackled
ignorance.
I am the splash
on walls,
crashed.
The sound of
thunderbolts
striking heritage
in the balding
areas of change.
I am flowing ripples,
an endless whip
in current’s past,
Think In Tolerance
I’m breathing the air of my Father
The air of his Mother
The air of God
The air of Jefferson
The air of Garvey
The air of Obama
The air of Bush
The air of Life
The air of Death
The air of Sound
The air of Self
I’m breathing
A breath
Of air
Second step:
Suicide may be
an available option.
after all, mental anguish
is an ice-cold beer
on a hot summer’s day,
compared to being trapped
inside a pit of fire,
and burning in hell
for all eternity.
Go inside,
form a big phony smile,
and go lay on the couch,
since the bed holds to many
scents and memories.
I exaggerated concern,
mundanely reacting like any good boyfriend should.
Selfish?
and innocents.
This thing,
this thing was not planned.
Funny though,
that I’m sitting on the edge of this tub
wondering if the heavens hear my soliloquy;
muffling my cries,
because apart of me never had a chance at the life
I willed away.
Damn,
it really is true
that we don’t realize what we’ve had
until it’s gone.
Calligraphy
A feathered pen
dipped in the blissfulness
of meaning--
artful;
every curve
tasting symbols of your name.
No righteous grace
grants more room,
for the tattoo across my skin.
The Dirt We Do
Conjured flight
of wicked seeds,
spackling the space
of sullen morning breath;
Ink Pen
In my past life
I was an ink pen.
Forcefully rubbed with my life force
onto a surface of boast.
Passed around,
a stick of sound,
numbers on a palm,
a cheater.
A weapon,
kept as luck,
convenience,
tool.
I was dropped,
lost,
found and thrown,
used by many to write beautiful poems.
Helpful,
traded and useless,
abandon and soiled,
creative, doodled.
Twirled, tapped,
stepped on,
cracked,
and crushed.
I was disposable
and never refilled,
committed some fraud,
and signed a few bills.
So many chemicals
I can barely breathe,
please God,
all I want
is something made
for me.
Wishful thinking.
Bright Idea
Damaged
Separation is vile.
Faggot
Look at the little faggot
on his way to school
rushing in his church cloths
and cheap pair of gym shoes
Frequencies
If someone mentions
--soul mate--
I scoff.
Runaway Memories
Menacing scratches
fingernail tracks
leaving gaping patches
in the small of my back
silly girl.
Silly girl.
Silly girl,
Pretend To Love Me
Stalk me in denial forever,
leaving sweet lyrics inside
pieces of broken glass.
My happiness,
as real as a perfect childhood
with scars fabricated for sympathy.
I am only here for you
bleeding out impurities,
giving God the finger,
as my sick heart coughs up your hair.
Bleeding
to be,
so naturally
open.
Emotional Content
I'm the blame for the hand that's dealt
this life of trial and error
leaving me pain I've never felt
Death to memories
Death to memories
Death to pain
Death to pain
Death to heart
Death to heart
Death to love
Death to love
Death to dreams
Death to dreams
Honest Liar
Not really a trick in contention
than the desperation act
of getting your attention
As if I was special,
I walk my rhythm like arrogance
like an old folklore dance.
Each step blessed in fairness
lost in false awareness.
All these hip cats curving my spine,
and in this, I am fine.
Forgotten
This dark room
one of many in this large home
dreams a forgotten mistake
amongst desires unknown
Evil-
orally gave
morally misbehaved
Forgotten--
enslaved in ruins
innocents chained and ruined
Attitude
birthed by a broken home
separated from all who cared
no wonder you hated to be alone
After all this time it still burns, more and more but--
I used to know how to be real
and the world took control