Category Archives: Poetry

The Trauma of Angels

The first color is white

Bright lights

Every step towards

what is good

brings me closer to more self hatred

Gunshots and bleeding

News circulating

Dead bodies peddling

Town cries, echoing

Vultures digging

I see, and I run

Another lost, killed

I holding the gun

Pointed straight at them

Enemies of the same

This color is mine

Crucial, i relive this pain

By passing along this moment

Into another

I must continue

Repeat

Recycle this one moment

This reel must be seen

I mean, i have no choice

The world must see

How much i hate my own kind

For the Night Only

In the dark night

I see you there

Waiting, for you

to come to me

In your eyes

I see the light

Your smile for me

My pain disappears

Definition, summations

The world can be cruel

In the dark

We danced all night

Holding hands

In your laughter

I let it all go

The kiss burning inside

The hurt nowhere to be seen

Creation, moments

The world can be cruel

We can just continue

pretending

Drive Home

All you thought you had

Was nothing in hand

Just a barrel of unfulfilled wishes

Your voice drowned by the thunder

Echoes carried by the wind

To the other end

No one receiving

Just a mirror of your face

Waiting for you to realize

The illusion you created

Tides you rode for so long

Your hands, the clay

a symbiotic relationship

It is always chasing you
first on the tube screen
come, run, take
we couldn’t look away
first films of moon trips
Color videos of bills
and jean talks
of wants and love, unrequited
we stared into the blue hue
then rapid transformation
like an anvil
dropping from the celestial skies
sunken into earth’s core

gravity accepting
A predator on the hunt for a lick;
a clean wipe at bare bones
always looking for you
controlled, maybe?
It is looking for you
motive who knows
the old king book hides,
hieroglyphics unsolved
the truth:
a beast has now arrived
beckoning hollow sounds
from the deepest ends of the abyss
now we look
stare, break back
curve spines daily
our hands the driver
our palms glued
keeps us all hooked
It is here, close by
a breathe away
inches from our pupils
It wants us alive
to eat
a dichotomy of our bodies
red drip, innards out
a canvass of the human
It wants to enter
into
atoms
deeper into our molecules
where the winner is not us

a primordial being from the beginning
Now, in form of apples and three stars
looking for a piece of that brain fluid
our souls detached, it knows
part of the joys of conquer and internal pillage

Hands Up

I used to pray for my older days

Now, I’m older praying for my better days

The skies tell my future

Stars and planets

One speck dancing on the moon

Body moving, swimming in my memories

Cold nights, iced heart

Hold on, hold me

I used to say

Love submerged

Deep in the tangle

Belief sinking away

Writing, my only power

I fall,

My words raise me back up

I used to pray for my older days

Now, I’m older praying what is to come

In The Flesh

Angels sing to me

The devil, sweetest tone

Doves fly overhead

Thorns sit on my head

One day I curse out

Other times I speak peace

Led by the days that come

My place in the world

bigger than me

The skies hold me

Visions of tomorrow I dream

The present bringing questions

Dark rivers run over

Swimming in red waters

Body heavy, toil taken

Spirits of my ancestors bring me up

Out onto the laid path

Reflections I see

The beauty in the madness

Poe Kid Dreams

As I child, my heart free

Letters, all I saw

Afraid, never too scared

My eyes looped

observing

Mango trees, banana peels

The above, without depth

Bicycle rides, leg walking

All around Barnawa

Heat sinking on skin

Black baked

God created

Circles rotated

Dirty hands

Wash anew

Sounds, birds

Night rain

Dust settled

Street shinning

All in me

Beat by beat

Cardiac release

Moral never snatched

Action ignited by curiosity

Bare feet, no hugs

Words, my only sibling

As I kid,

dreams and moons

Was all I ever had

battle scars

lines lined up just like tiger stripes

White ridges on a glass table

Run through and break a nose

Like a zoo cub pushed into the wild wild jungle

Earning much pain, cuts and paper

Dealing, hustling, soaking in violence

Black Maybe

Settled on Texas heat

Smothered with white lies

Like a baby returned

Eyes wide open, bleeding

Punctured by adopted religion

Then the tears flow

Blood and stomach twisting

Hunger to seek more

Water the only quench

Pulsating rotation

My heart beating to the silence

Traveled far away

Only to be reminded of my skin

Reality the better teacher

Experience my only shield

To learn was to fall

Dirt driving

Night collisions

False relief

Sun bathed

Sin drunk

How many moons roamed?

Vultures circling

Waiting for the end

An end, my beginning