“got me in the galaxy”
I wonder if God sees me
resembling at times the cataclysmic death of a star
all at once to heavy for myself
bursting into remenants and spinning spinning in the midst of my guts
all pushed out
brillantly glarring and being to much
keeping me in my own space away from other stars
and housing my chaos inside his every growing dark
out there I’m something a scientist really can’t explain
yet I still exsist
yet I still gain
transformed into something new even though i did not ask
understood beyond comprehension
loved despite past
spinning spinning so fast
“swallowing”
wish i could shove my fingers down my throat
choke
and spit you out
you were a loud and proud liar
paying cupid to shoot me just for a bite of my cookie
I was such a rookie
lookie lookie..he loves me..I can tell
cause he says so and says it so well
Dark Angel..what a spell
a jail…what a place for hearbreak..hell
a fire and demons and all that shit
equipped with mirrors so I could witness my own feet trip
over you
and you ain’t shit
but I still have to swallow it
the lesson churns my stomach
I am a block
I am a block
Locked
words come in and stop
words come in and hop
words come in and fill up the spaces
no matter how much room I got
no matter if there’s time to jot
I am
as of lately
this block
locked
words come in and stop
Poetry………….”Aftermath”
I’ve lost my “POP”
my “sizzle”
my “sass”
I am drowned with tiny ticking sands in the hour glass
fast
Color has drained through the shatters of a window pane
and I have truth
naked at my table
Ive become the still image
in a black and white picture
the recognition forever tilted
seeing you for the first time
a wolf
a lie
My shock
frozen in a snap shot
seems I’d move but
temporarily I forgot
breeze
and sound have all stopped
allowing me this time to jot
Jot
Jot
Jot
Jot
Poetry……….Sk Vaults ” Logic with a twist”
whose mirror is this
my face seems unfastened
loose and unexcused
my gagging logic twisted and locked up in hate
it twists and mangles every angle in every way
fingers shoved into cheeks
salty tears sag and hang low in damp depressions down in streaks
love me
love me
i couldnt love such a freak
and to those sending warm compliments that reach ears and turn cold
smh..pretty
u mocking me?
i want to hide
be pink as floyd and turn my face to the dark side
alone on the moon
my lopsided features admired in spaces of difference
where lies are true
“That Color Blue”
Before me
it never even occurred to you
that there was a blue this hue
there was a time you thought yourself a man of many
but you were a man of a few loose screws
tied down tight to nothing
but there was a fondness I found in me for you
this color blue
reminds me of the first time I had a feeling that hushed me from speaking
in fear of leaking something distinct for you and it stinking
flared up “no’s” in your nostrils
I wasn’t sure since i was oh so premature
to the body and its languages
this color intertwines spine with harmonica
when lips perch and keys define a souls story
rhythm and blues
deliverance
a breakthrough
from a book I read “Black Fire” An Anthropology of Afro-American Writing 1965
Revolution!!!
We will not die for nothing.
Not anymore.
Our deaths shall be noisy and beautiful to the last swing
And deep
Evenly spread all over; without a wrinkle or a tear.
We shall die properly, all at once!
No more inch by inch,
Day by day,
Or by the hour. There shall be one crash and one crash only!
We shall go spirits first,
Leaving our bodies dragging in your sleep of us
While folks cry at our funeral
For themselves in us
But, not us! Not anymore baby; no good!
We ain’t radical or high;
We’ve thought it all over, and
Its marked on your calender
Burning on our foreheads…..
“A mind all logic is like a knife all blade. It makes the hand bleed that uses it.”
Rabindranath Tagore