Category Archives: Poetry

BLACK AWAKENING

Time to stop living their lives as my own
Dust my lenses and snap away a new line
Eyes of change, all to the hold of my own demise
Time to stop seeing the blues of the walls
Sing a tale of sitting hats on my head

Yeah, demise of my new line
In my hand, it’s all true and sane
Time to burn the blue out of those walls
Sing a tale of sitting hats on my head
The eyes they stare without looking
I, there sitting and wishing
My life is here, my life is now
Not through those washed away lens
But through these looped big red eyes

Yeah, yeah, form a new line
One away from the bricks of blue
The beginning of a start
Winning back the real life I once had
Selfish I know, but the fish has stank for far too long
So burn, fry, roast away the skin
For the meat is near to bite
And while at it
Sing a tale of death and sitting hats

Sixth Sensed

The premiere of clear minds
Perseverance of kings that hold soul
The industry hides their crowns
Clowning their beings
Still they escape the cage
Free to hold triumph
Over things that darken their people

dream on, dream well

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My hands are red
With wine, and some squashed juice
My field is looped in depth
The world; round and square
Twisting and forming vibes
Reeling around, cube-like
The hurt from smoke
Found and lost, inhaling the taste
Then another puff
The world; fiery and spicy
Always giving back what I had sowed

Is there a heaven? I asked
For my peace is my heaven within
My end from the shouts of life

Is there a place called hell? I asked
For the earth is full of blood
Thinking back, the start of life
Brought me here, to the sand on ground

My destiny began as I held onto life
My cries confirmed the tales I had been told
So the stethoscope man spanked
Correcting me, cutting the cords that connected me
To a time when eyes were closed
And souls roamed sky, deep beyond the clouds

Is there an earth? I asked
Where living is full of peace
Far into green, away from greed
Am I there yet?
There where I can be free

For I am a soul
Born of sin, freed from chains
But why does the bondage of blood
Swell in the eyes I see?

So I reply, I say to myself
Dream on, dream well
For the life before now is at hand
Near to touch, un-afraid to grasp
A place where confusion is only a lost word

We are but spirits
Destined to cut loose from body
Back to a stagnant time
Where running is never desperate
To a place where the kingdom of tranquility awaits.

you’ll never find another until you find yourself – common

Immortal

Fly, ascend
The vices are there to float with
Jealous ground, holding gravity
Holds only for a moment
So soar, roar with the waves that show face
Move with the troubling times
Burn with the accusing flames
Break earth,
And amend soul as the infinite time nears

Black and Mild

Girl of dreams
Bold from heart
Words you say
Full with pride
Afar I stare
As you remain standing
All by yourself
Talk, speak
Break the truce
Let’s make sounds
As you guide me

Good heart, smart ways
Girl of dreams, woman of pride
Heavy with soul, subtle moves
The price of beauty
Wear it, hold it
And show me how
Precious a diamond can be

Forest Nativity

It just started
I mean the late nights
The party of dark lights
Dances of rhythmic balance
The twists of hips, the girls on feet
Explode with soul
Moving, jiving to the sound of vibes
Dark they may seem
Thick it might feel
Power of the night
The party, I mean

As they move, the kick starts
The soft bites sinks, the love ink drips
The kiss begins, the clothes on ground
Our backs on floor, our skin enclosed
The cries out loud, freedom from the out-word
Even though for a moment
Our spirits are aligned in joy

So right, raging in circles
Smiling and ticking
Till the moon drops
And the darkness tears away
Leaving thoughts for feel
Fleeing the scene, making room
For the souls of functions
The scent of secluded seductions
Some shapes of circulating forms
The taste for formulating lips
A feel of overflowing streams
Grabbing, touching firm whole points
Dreams of inhabited passages
All in the forest of our nativity

Rage baby, rage

Fire

My skin: black and unscripted
Burnt and perfected
Hinged without absence
Indifference to mined coal
Fire, as I ride through the sun
Fiery eyes, they glare
At me? Yes at you, uYi
Alright, please
Pour the fire,
Pour the fire on me
And watch your stairs of hate fall flat
Watch as I come forth
Gold? No
A new element
A child of the sun
A beast with a nation
A heritage of carved culture
So yeah, curse me
Pour the fire
I need the fire
Fire me up
And watch as I shoot up
Past the sky, to the fullest of the moon
To a time where the people of the sun
Say “Fire, fire
Pour the fire on us”

Ceremonial Drums

Searching for the finale
Forgetting I am right here
To end all hate
To start all things called love
All in the package of our sun
Sublime as the wind blows
In the car, music pumping
Engine roaring, never crashing
Speeding ahead of late traffic
Summer drink, filling bottles
A glass of peace, a twist of orange
Climbing these patchy mountains
Painful they might be, but I rather care not
For the fall was tiring, so to the top I climb
Not to the ends of luxury, but to the top of my whole
To find my voice, once buried
Now found in the bill of my words
Going, revving, switching the gear
As the windows receives heat
A moment to grab rock and push on
Up to those stairs of an infinity called peace

Migrating Mind

The race began
My papers aligned
Standing before a judge
Passing me to world of insanity
Arriving, the bottles were plenty
To drink, and to throw

The visions blurry
Running away from the square of one
Where the day blinds
And nights drags
The only reason was “why?”
Why now?
Why answer this call?
Only to hear my own demise
Blasted with debt
Amassed in words

So deep into the water, I plunge
The bath, then cleansing
Only I had the answers

The maroon bricks lied
Saying I was nothing to be
But only I had the answers
To caste away the skin that was bleached with sin
The precious, those precious times
Were hard to live in
But in it I remained

An explosion of soul
Red clouds, dancing in air
Fire raging, burning into cotton
Eyes cleared from the out-world
The appearance of my inner growing
Justified as the clock hits seven
Rising, flying to meet the arrival of my sun
Far away, with birds from the south

Red Eye

The yellow from the sun
Had its own working ways
Burning skin, heating mind
Slapping hard to make sense
Of my incoming demise, so I rose
Full with my own words
A letter the preacher never had
That I had found,
Down in my pockets
With a pen, I brought to life
All I was to be
Red eyes, travel bound
While standing here
I had moved a thousand miles more
More than the planes could carry
Pass me the red eye
So I may see more clearly
Brighter than day
Thicker than the depths of night
Balanced to stand on plain sky
Elevating to meet the people of the sun
So please, pass me the red eyes of light.