Tag Archives: poetry

Fathers of the Beautyful Ones

Easy to find the bad in people

Harder to point a good spot in the dirt

The land rummaged with vile and hurt

Misunderstanding turning into battle wounds

Mistakes forgotten

Forgiveness never asked

Hoping for acceptance

Souls all caught in a web

Spiral, when we dance

In a bottle, Gulliver’s romance

Sun color, fake blinding

Tell me more

These walls do speak

Of my history

Of Badagry

Right from the ledge

into wooden moving houses

See!

the cleaner spots

I refused

Easier to continue

Hence, I’ll stop

In the tradition of forever

I seek and keep on

Black skin under the catacombs

Souls buried within encrusted diamonds

On foreign fingers and border necks

To further and protect?

Maybe! Until the day comes

when the beautiful ones are finally born

quick question

Why does the dark seem sweet?

The lullaby and the tales

Desiring

I keep going back

The feel

The rub

Blue lamps

Eyes twisting

Wishes granted

Vices blended

Never hint of bitterness

Only when the light comes

Do I retract within

Don’t Tell Me

Time flies through these moments

Never tell me what year it is

This bliss, sweet

rings so true

In Case You Forgot

The makings of a supreme

Equals extreme conditioning

Empowered and confident

Black boy

Like a tug of war

Your face, snatched

Your pain, drank

Your death, sang

Your glow, rinsed

Extreme resilience, I must say

Micro waved out from the gutters

Envisioned

Predicted,

like the messiah

You are the clock

that keeps all ticking

You are the currency

that pulsates the market

From the turn of the southern belt

To the western lagoon of Lasgidi

You are the sun

From you, life exists

Dead by the Pen

Fed to the wolves

skin ripped apart

Innards all spread out

Glistening with snow

A Bouquet of rosa

painted on winter bones

Spleen filtering warmth

Far out from moist broadleafs

Here, present

Silence followed by

Yellow stone decay

Days left for dead

Yet

Another red ink

left on white sheets

the hunt

The ancient black wolf

Wrinkled muzzle,

teeth bared out

prances

seeking a taste for another winter blood

yet

A cursed demon lurks

nearby

behind tall white hovering angels

searching for the wolf

reeking of blood-hungry instincts

black ptsd

Flexing while in motion

The hate builds up when

Brown passes brown

That hate placed in baby cries

Brown destroying brown

Only the strong survives mantra

The crabs the hoes and the weak

Don’t forget

At the neck when you bite

Gutter jungle sounds bytes

Metrics and vulture cycles

One Dollar bill mixed with blood and

Vengeance

Passed onto my unborn

Repeating my man made history

Always left bare with pain

Emotions always tight gripped

No leaks or spill overs

Running the maze

Holding the cross for

Another’s man race

Homecoming

I think about you from time to time

Every part of you

The corners, crescents

The way your eyes shines when the evening settles

Red earth: your body when the afternoon dust rests

I think about you when I’m alone

You must know

I still smell

you

Real memories now turned into star pointing

Gazing when the night is dark and the moon just bright right

Speed

Down this road

Many points to pivot

Forward they say

Even into quick sand

Comprised truth;

heard long enough becomes your dream

Sometimes a reset is needed

New Years, quarter earnings

Elite tower from in sky fights

Trump cards and face swaps

Different show,

repeated characters

We give inanimate life

Yet lack breath daily

Every yard not existing

Pushing on, robotic living

We truly despise been alive

Race to the trenches

Never ending,

injected demise

Testify

My mind is in the right place now

Heart clutched and seized for a second

Pumped only after I ran the mile

Keep going back to the center

To who I am

My voice within

No matter how much I skid

sideways, tunnel away

Money money

Greed and some green

Blinding light on Dior street

Never the real thing

Can’t fake the sun

My brown skin show the true gems

Taste for finer things

Tongue tasting, many feigns

Vices in all forms

Distractions in headache pills

The years then stretch

Yet I circumvent

Back to my core

Blood on paper

arteries pouring out

Ink and soul-spill

Splattered on word docs