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
Tag Archives: Writing
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
a.i. dreams
a.i. dreams
Through the burns
Scars from knuckle peeling
I stay on course
Slow steady
Truly exhausted
Faded Memories
keep me straight
I smell the oil
Lubricated joints
Defined physique
Projected ear sight
At times, I find myself
Shouting:
hello world, print!
Within Myself
I see the devil
My own creation
That’s why I cry myself to laughter
Then sleep
Reflection and Reintroduction
Three Kings
Of different ages
Lineage stretching back to Anoha
No chains
No adages
No cowries
Streamed down by oral droplets
Spoken through mountain peaks
Through ridges and wide spaces
Marks, Spears, hair twisting
Fire, feet warming
Circle, from top of huts
Into cell molecules
Souls transfused through sight
Off beat, Offbeat
One and one
One plus two
One snap, pause
Then another
Three Kings
Stretching past the Nile
Blue necks, blue hair
Different centre
Same spirit
All three Searching for one answer
Her reply to their quest
..Like I said
The day I stopped writing
I put my heart on pause
Bleeding profusely
no sight of visible red
Bourbons, Demons and Depression
Losing my head
It seems to have fallen off
Time warps so fast
I find myself in tomorrow
Standing on today
My mind reliving the past
The cold, my anthem
The chills, lullaby
Eyes, cross
red and lights
a peer, a peek
they look at me
following my steps
in a room
deep in the wild
scars, memories
mixed
with anger
fills my heart
a box
all corners
I jump to find air
Oh!
Gasp
