Poetry

Dear God

I have given the Devil the pieces that complete me.
SELF-MEDICATING MY INNER TURMOIL WITH SUBSTANCE ABUSE. 
What is the value of a man running in circles tracking his own shit! 
DO THEY WATCH TELEVISION IN HEAVEN, OR IN HELL?
Why don’t I end my life?
TRAPPED IN THE DEVIL’S NOOSE, I’M NOT BREATHING.
I’m choking to death can’t you hear me screaming.
I disappear. 
AND NO ONE WILL GIVE A FUCK THAT I AM NO LONGER. 
A rarity. 
No desire to love you and the only touch I need is my own. 
I am the son of god and man. 
TAKE ANOTHER STEP CLOSER. 
Why won’t you let us catch up to you?
I have so much to tell you. 
GROWING INTOXICATED IN WANT and NEED. 
Paradoxes of insatiable lust for fleeting youth. 
A nuisance and an intolerable hypocrite. 
HOLD YOUR BREATH BEFORE YOU PULL THE TRIGGER. 
This curtain falls on my nightly charade. 
Lecherous and diabolical actor receiving praise for staying in character. 
THE WORLD HAS STOPPED REVOLVING AND IS IN REMISSION. 
I am alone even when I’m sharing it with you. 
Incestuous. 
A POOR MAN LIVING BEYOND HIS MEANS. 
Wayward passages trickle and indent postering fools. 
THEY ARE WATCHING AND LISTENING. OBSERVING THE WALKING. 
AS THEY KEEP PRETENDING TO KEEP THE SUN OUT OF THEIR EYES.

 

HARVESTING MAGNIFICENCE

A withering April flower has become wondrous and magnificent
Self-hatred is slowly becoming self-love
Beautiful lips that engulf my being and cascades into my heart
Unfamiliar touch soothes my restlessness
Each passing day I’m not in your presence is empty and bare
Harvesting magnificence
When I look into your eyes I see a better me.
In your arms, I can never be lost again.
Warmth of your subtle touch. 

 

I’VE BEEN DYING FOR 43 YEARS, 17 HOURS AND 29 MINUTES

I will speak to you in a language that you understand.
When I dream, I dream of flying. 
My spirit grows weary of my body. 
Listen to the words of a dying man.
I’ve been dying for 43 years, 17 hours and 29 minutes.
I’ve co-existed with evil men who have manipulated the will of good men and flourished.
A world of sacrificial lambs and savages. 
Frequent stream of smiles and departures all-knowing.
Kindness protrudes like a fish breathing out of water.

 

MYSTERY OF YOU

I stand still 
Bewitched
A rarity, you remain. 
Unraveling the mystery of you. 

 

NIGGERPHOBIA

Am I a Nigger?
What is the Nigger’s purpose? 
Fondling master’s genitals for small change?  
Vicious cycles that keep the Nigger and I AM segregated. 
Living in a constant state of Niggerphobia. 

 

FOR LOVE 

To be in love 
Intertwined, completely, divinely
To give one's self 
I'd sacrifice all 

 

FOOLS GOLD 

Do not deed yourself undeserving of praise
Only a fool in love with his image would resist

 

THE ENGAGEMENT

On this day Alexander and Chelsea make a promise to become one. 
A commitment to be honored and respected until their last breath. 
Unlike yesterday’s path that leads to unfamiliar territories we have alas found our way. 
For in this life we are born alone and so shall we die by the same accord. 
For woman you are a wondrous and magnificent beauty, a rarity. 
Man you are the essence of humanity that embraces mankind. 
Together you are no longer separated by differences but blessed by commonality. 
The harvest season is upon you and so shall you reap the fruits of your love.
The reward of a glorious union between, Woman and Man
Forever to be known as: Husband and Wife. 

 

BALLAD OF THE ROTUND

Ballad of the rotund and obese feline.
Unrecognizable behind your sweet voice.
Priding yourself on inner beauty and sincerity.
Hatred's distance can't remove your disgust.
Unraveling the facade that lurks beneath.
Repelling, self-loathing, grotesque, carnivore.
I glance upon your naked soul, captivated.
Pity, tragic, an inflammation.
Assuring yourself that you have some purpose in this life.

 

NEVER FORGET 

Never forget 
For as long as I am… you are 
And for as long as you are… I am 

 

SENSITIVE SOUL OF MISFORTUNE

I shall not live in fear of what I cannot control 
For I am put on this earth with a purpose 
A sensitive soul of misfortune 
For no man can choose his father 
Mothers cannot choose their sons and daughters 
But the latter can be nurtured, learned and rise 
What defines the man 
The fear of no man 
I fear not death because I am favored by life

 

LEARN THE DEVIL’S WAYS

Do not think I am a man 
For am I like you I certainly am not 
I have spent my days in the bowels of hell to learn the devil’s ways 
An overcast that broke way for the sun 

 

ADDICTION 

I am at war with addiction. 
I lie to myself with the promise of tomorrow. 
So today lets drink, smoke, snort. 
Then lets fuck. 
Fucking whores, prostitutes and bitches. 
A woman’s body barely nurtures my sickness. 
I am growing weary of carnal knowledge. 
Lack of money is the bond that seals my darkness. 
The more I pay the more time I am. 
All roads in here lead to despair. 
There is no way out but death. 
Surviving each day at war with myself. 

 

I AM 

I AM awoken by compositions of beauty and fury that arouses and lurks beneath the realms of my fear and godliness,
to inspire and or destroy all that you are afraid to embrace and
what is my god given right as a MAN.

 

FALSE GODS’ VIRTUE

God's agenda compromised.
Man’s guiltless conscience benevolent.
Weighed against false gods’ virtue.

 

ANATOMY

Condescending eyes and viral tongue reflect inherent fears.
Passive and deceptive nature.
Anatomy burns like a diseased whore.

 

I PLEDGE ALLEGIANCE

I pledge allegiance to the flag:
To murder your fathers and sons,
rape your mothers and daughters,
steal your land and resources,
spread disease, famine and disorder,
with disdain and injustice for all.

 

THE BAR IS CLOSING

Last dance, the bar is closing. 
Water's up to her neck, how much longer can she hold on?
Afraid to fall asleep, she doesn't know where she'll wake.
Lived a simple life, consumed by needs and wants.
As she listens to Satchmo, sipping on air.
Falling deeper, drifting under lucid spell.
She can't go any further, her will to survive is diminishing.
One day she'll forgive, wishing it could go back to the way it was.

 

DIXIELAND

Dixieland, I despise your soil.
Trapped in your polluted womb.
In exile for crimes abroad.
Surrounded by insolent rednecks, dull-witted and sadistic by nature.
Counting the days until I am freed. 

 

THE LOWLY NEGRO

Beware of the bearer who provokes envy.
Words become numbers and volumes muted.
Consumerism is his fetish, the prey my brethren, 
the lowly Negro.
Eyes toward the ground, the devil intuitively watches.
Bearer who sets the trap is a malicious and mischievous coward.
Convinced the world he means no harm.

 

MUDDY WATERS

River swells, I can't go any further.
On my knees, crawling, stuck in forward.
I’m dissolving.
Muddy waters seep out of my pores.
Running on empty at the height of the season.

 

CANDLELIGHT FLICKERS INTO NIGHT

Candlelight flickers into night,
the unwieldy sweltering sky.
Thoughts keep my head above the tide.
Nature’s innocents have taken flight.
Hundreds of years ripped from their soil,
candlelight flickers into night.
Weight of water exudes the flesh.
Insects feast on forbidden fruit.
Thoughts keep my head above the tide.
Hummingbirds fly roaring with light.
God's breath on their wings to sustain.
Candlelight flickers into night.
The hunted becomes the hunter.
The edge of reason to survive.
Candlelight flickers into night,
thoughts keep my head above the tide.

 

AT THIRTEEN, INNOCENCE WAS LOST

At thirteen, innocence was lost.
Tormented by incestuous lust to forget she's only thirteen.
Daddy's princess plays grown up games, while mother turns tricks for the rent.
At thirteen, innocence was lost.
Childhood’s no longer naïve as she receives her weekly allowance.
To forget she's only thirteen.
All she ever wanted was love. 
Instead she contracts a disease. 
At thirteen, innocence was lost.
Guilt makes her repeat the sin, a young girl’s allowance. 
To forget she's only thirteen.
Staring back at her reflection, she doesn't think before she speaks. 
At thirteen, innocence was lost.

 

SUBTLE STROKES OF COERCION

What was it you used to say?
Subtle strokes of coercion;
I will love you more, if you just change.

 

UNFORGIVING

Sacrifice and prepare to succumb.
Opportunity is my venom, my shallow facade.
Unforgiving.

 

VICIOUS CYCLE IMPLODES

The father revealed.
Vicious cycle implodes the blood that floods your veins connecting you and I.

 

NIGGER 

A man called me a Nigger,
maybe he couldn't pronounce my African name.
Perhaps it was my unflinching gaze,
envisioning my ancestors in chains.
Summoning crimes against humanity.
The rape of African pubescent is apparent in my hue.
Engulfed in constant denial and condescending irreverence for greed and contempt.
I am cattle in his portfolio.
Stolen and sold into slavery by African, European, and American.
Stripped naked of native tongue, culture, family and homeland.
And when I am of no further use as a mule of capitalism.
They deny me an education and call me ignorant.
They deny me work and call me lazy.
They inflict disease, arrest and imprison black youths for fear of a black planet.
They call me boy, rapist, liar, murderer, thief,
to conceal their true nature.
"Good for nothing, worthless, dull-witted, dimwitted niggers. 
Go back to Africa!"
To survive the African holocaust we will seek shelter in your shadows to elude you.
As cowardly, ignorant and docile servants continue to work in the fields.
You continue to rape the world, sip Mint Juleps and dine on hors d'oeuvres.

 

BEAUTY ADMIRES HER SUPERFICIALITY

Raindrops accumulate and nurture the earth’s womb.
Beauty admires her superficiality, waiting for her lover to reappear.