Wednesday, November 4, 2015

ether

you treated me
like the dope man
the one who shorted you
on your sacks

you wore me
like those too tight jeans
the dark blue ones
with the stallions on the back

i never saw you to
wear a smile always a
complaint slipping
from your lips

but something about
your angry beauty intrigued me
making me madly sadly crazy
over bipolar you

two dozen roses are
never enough the moon and
stars just won't't do
chocolate candies melt too easily
there’s just no pleasing you

but something about when we undress
freaky funky loving till the break of dawn
a thousand lions in my pocket
you tame every one

i can’t be without you baby
not even for a night
you can’t be without me either
our love is more potent than combustible ether

1:33AM 110415

its just me again
left alone with these things
my feelings

i don’t know how to manage them
or how to entertain them
without being afraid

of the inevitable
what lies beneath
all of my baggage

i wipe the tear away
replace it with a smile
and get back to living

i know how to lie like
the best of them like a
lawyer defending them

i pretend that
no one can see
the pain i'm feeling

my body’s not healing
i'm blacker then the day before
and more afraid


Monday, October 19, 2015

The Voodoo you do

Marie Laveau. 
Is that you? 
Teach me. Taunt me. 
The Voodoo you do. 

Queen of Dark Arts 
You reign supreme. 
How shall we wake our 
Folk from this dream.

Living nightmare they 
Know not who they are. 
Their power fastly fading 
Like that of falling stars.

Thursday, October 15, 2015

trite rhyme 33

Simon Salamander fell in love with Bobby Blue Jay.
The two lived together for almost a decade.
They ate bologna, chips and drank kool-aid.
Never bothering with silly things people did say.

Late nights they danced to the tunes of the O’Jays
And in the morning they slept until almost noon day.
They celebrated every single minute as if it were the last day.
They laughed and loved and kissed each other without delay.

For surely the two were considered insane
Never heeding to life’s routine
Never falling for the games people played-
Like a salamander I'm looking and praying for my Jay.

Thursday, October 8, 2015

Got to be Me

You say I'm the
Apple of your eye
But I don't want that
Responsibility
I can't be liable for my
Mood swings and
How they may affect you

Though unintentional
I'm working on it
Yoga and green tea smoothies
Seem to help but
Like most things
There's no guarantee at
Least not with me.

I love like shooting stars
Suddenly appearing and
Disappearing in dark clear skies
Crickets and frogs sing in
Unison while the night breeze cause
Goose bumps to appear on our skin
A nipple hardening chill
A moment indescribable
That's how I love.

I can't be responsible for
Managing phone calls and
Remembering dates or
Providing details of my whereabouts
I live in the moment savoring
Each and every eventful episode of
My life forgoing transcripts and details
That's how I love.

II. - The drama

 A puddle a creek a river a leak
The thing they have in common is
The power to build and destroy
To birth and besiege to heal and live
Free like the ocean and its breeze and
The lucky old sun and new borns breathing
Air for the first time living so free
Unconfined by titles and labels and stipulations
And circumstance like in that Sting song…
“If you love somebody, if you love someone, set them free...you can't control an independent heart.”

And that's how I love but I'm down if you are.

Sunday, September 27, 2015

oh say can u see me

i wont go silently like
lambs before slaughter
nor gentle into that
good night

i won't whisper my
disdain for complicated
things devaluing the
simple life

i wont tax myself with fear
blacklisted by gossips ear
sissifying my fight for equal
human rights

for he who seeks to shame
knows not honors gain
pursuant of justice and
God’s delight

while brothers bought and sold
weep with broken souls like
wingless eagles
attempting flight

baring my soul in warrior mode
intellect and bullets unite on
congress’ bloody carpeted floor the final
end of historical strife.

by the dawn’s early light.

Tuesday, September 8, 2015

we are

We pain
We change
We love
We lose
We hope
We despair
We laugh
We share
We argue
We fight
We break
We bite
We kick
We scream
We shit
We dream

We suffer
We cringe
We clean
We mend
We search
We find
We live
We shine
We carry
We score
We cry
We war
We bury
We waste
We fuck
We taste


We tax
We spend
We lie
We pretend
We recover
We recite
We pledge
We unite
We bully
We bleed
We bruise
We lead
We pick
We choose
We drink
We abuse

We wonder
We take
From slumber
We wake
Over time
We realize
We're out
Our minds
We haste
To replace
The friend
We disgraced
So jealous
We are
The competition
Selfie star.