My head fits so eloquently into the crook beneath your shoulder, it’s as though this space was intentionally left for me, genuine as the shine of my eye, when you inspire my cheeks to lift, and the lengthy sigh when it seems like it’s been far too absent, the only non urgent call I accept at three a.m., the only presence I wait patiently to entreat, always internally aware of your existence, and my unwarranted emotion, and selfish recollections, one more time I have drifted, but I have lingered in this place before, presently aware of the difference, envisioned the possibilities then placed them quietly to rest and walked in the present, pleased by every one of this moment, and those, even the subtle stolen caresses, the belabored breathless hours, hurricane induced asthma attack, dispensed with precise indecision on the next step, of which there is none, the beaten or less taken path is ill equipped to a accommodate this meandering of hearts, and synchronicity of footsteps, hmmm, is this what I’ve been looking for, he seems so, in concert with me, playing the tension from the violin strings of my back, fingertips retune attitude and displace disharmony, no overwhelming symphony, caught between the brass and the horns, tied up in the strings, but simple windblown peace, refreshing water kissed breeze, vanilla lavender buds of ardor, complacent slow stroll of adequate means, undedicated marathon with no end in sight, perhaps it was overlooked, or was not ever created, or exists only in the depravity of our indifference of unstated compassion, ever still I await the instant when you love me with your mind, and caress me with the depth of your spirit, and wonder and dismiss if this is the road to where love sparks and flames ensue, instead sauntering in my soul worn shoes, and enjoy the brilliance of the sunrise, accepting at some point it will set, not seeking visions or directions, just following the ever magnificent heart, my greatest instinct and utmost threat, yet in synch and on time with its unknown destination, somewhere at the bottom of this cliff, but still why wait, my adoration whispered just leap…………
Category: Poetry
Poetry Break: Beautiful Too
- I intensely despise my own shit my heart, my mind, my unspoken feelings for you I don’t know which is worse that my mind has the audacity to sit up there in my head and demand! In this standoff that I take it desires under advisement like my mind runs shit! I keep telling it to mind its own motha fuckin’ business paying so much attention to what the fuck I’m doing it’s messing up control those unconscious functions you’re supposed to be in charge of Yes I see the brightness of his smile and I was swimming in the depth of those brown eyes but that doesn’t give you the right to flush my cheeks and increase my heart rate don’t you think I want to spill it all and say can’t seem to rid my mind of you unsure how you got this deep this fast without the benefits of any physical contact modern-day abstract of how to really affect a woman you have to first affect her mind given time, I could have tumbled and stumbled all the way in love with you such a crush on you unknown to you how deep you grew trying desperately to purge myself of the desire to know you and to know you fabricate reasons to spend brief moments of time in your presence drawn to you by the nature of your glow, mystical flow lips part to release wisdom and induce laughter cougaristic instincts crowd my mind that you could be the king of my jungle reality, or commonsense, or society say that this desire to share a moment or lifetime for the blind burdened by the very nature of myself your yet unplanted seed know that you will one day need to propagate but it would be lost on my wasteland, soil turned to sand so I understand the lack of potential an acceptance of the chance that you might not want to help carry my burdens despite the beauty they possess instant stress accompanies the responsibilities one acquires with each flower I tend in my life’s garden precious to me, contemplated by your careful, thoughtful, distance which I could dismiss the space but instead respectful acceptance of where you stand appreciate you as a friend that you may never hold my hand still we are staring at a distance as I am measuring the weight of possibilities in your eyes pleasantly surprised by the inspiration for softly sent words heartfelt or calculated once stated those three words life-changing, mind-blown confidence growing so let me impart to you you are beautiful too
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Poetry Break: Dear Society
Dear Society,
I am tired. I know that there has always been this intricate relationship between your direction and my hips, but there is only so much one back can stand. I realize the desperate nature of your character and its necessitated dependence on me.
However the time has come. You are no longer an infant obligated to my breasts. I sympathize that you have misplaced your ability to amuse and renew yourself, but my shift as your minstrel is done. I am retired from black face. I do not have the strength to uplift your head and maintain my own. I have folded up my desire to please, and from henceforth will no longer roll over to meet your needs.
It is okay with me if you write this off as a black woman’s attitudinal ramblings because you refuse to acknowledge the stresses you place on my shoulders. We both know it is no less than the weight of the world. You demean me while you await my direction. For lack of your own vision you mock me and mimic me in my dance. Your jealously has run rampant. I am the blame for your faults and the bare brittle back bones of your success.
My mother, Africa gave you her best strongest, brightest, boldest future, but this precious departure of her children was not to prosper you. Yet for us to grow strong and return. To pay tribute and reinforce our brothers and sisters. It is quite obvious that of this you are aware which is why you in-turn have pressed hard to maintain the relentless toil of our souls towards fruitless ventures and financial gains. You retrained our spirits and inclined our ears to your voice. Surrounded us with the sound of empty success to drown out our mothers beckoning. You released and enslaved us to the worthlessness of bottle popping and derogatory bling, flashy, priceless, worthless things.
Things that covers our mother in our sibling’s blood and yet we rejoice. Extinguish each other for a reputation. Infamous street cred but really the greatest character is to be an upstanding human being. So in an attempt to readjust my spine and stand upright in the pride of my mother; I must throw you asunder. From hence forth I will ignore your beckoning. The woes of your world are not enough to entreat me to your cause. I beseech thee, follow me as you always have. Remove yourself from lowly parasitic infestation to proud nation and stand beside me. Honor me for who I am and what I have done. Let us stand together and acknowledge each other as one; you are I, as I am you.
Humble yourself and pay tribute to mother accordingly. Disparage her no longer with your false accusations and empty hopes. Offer her your unassuming hand and gratitude that she may once again lay with you and cease to dispatch her hurricane force anger in your direction. That we three may become but one and reside peacefully. As father, holy spirit, and son remember his intentions. His incantations of love and invoke the will to be excellent.
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