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This water down my back flows like water from the eyes of those forgotten Wailing in the water my breath shortens as I slowly drown into silence of my exhaustion I am still and held by the touches on my back and the sun illuminating my knees Whispers in my ear from bodies unknown I rest with my arms stretched out to the alter that is the earth Coddled in my solitude I grip the hairs of the earth Grass between my fingers I breathe in and I sing… and sing then breathe and breathe Blessing my head and my mind I embrace the water in my cup and consume its purpose in life that is to nurture, cleanse, and wash away the sins of the world Held by the Sun I rest my back release my waterfalls into the earth giving and receiving that which was held me through. Inspired by Sisi Reid
My canals fill Winding and Pouring With the rises and falls Of the Sun A moon soon arises And yet we are still one As the stars shine We are shot across the horizon Burning flames of light like uncontrollable gas Particles swoon into the night Though tethered Your fire burns my light Scorched in your presence I now eagerly seek to escape the night My canals fill Winding and pouring With the rises and falls of the sun I pray the moon never awakens For that is the only time we become one. Inspired by Tupac's 'A River that Flows Forever (4 Mother)' & 'Tears of a Teenage Mother'
Lost In Isolation I look around and wonder Were all things Lost Found Or Stowed Can they be retrieved Or should they What is there to be seen at the root Evil Destruction Eyes and Eyes of Isolation Oscillating 'round until there is one The Infinite circulatory of Loss Oneness and Numbness I look at my hands and wonder when they became fist Fighting with the purpose of pulling blood from my opponent Then I look up and realize all I see is Eyes Eyes No we(s) Only me to see just what I Lost Found And Stowed Away I run Run Run Ruined in this loness Wanting to be more than You Have ever allowed me to be One with me One with my inner and outers Enmeshed into a being only God could see HIS love Is my Love Supreme *Written while meditating to John Coltrane's A Love Supreme | June 25, 2020 | 7:31pm
The Black Man
Can do No good. No matter that he speedin' Down these roads just to punch The clock, as y'all say he should. Speedin' seem to be the only pace Of transportation, evading The eyes of them White gazes. "I was just goin to work" He say. "But because I was taken Care of my babies I was a little late..." It don't pay them no Never mind. All they see is A Black Man Who can't Take the Pace. The Black Man Can do No good In a space in time Where White Folk think They are breed Poorly in the hood. Letter to the White Policeman: Dear Mr. Policeman, He wasn't doing nuthin! HE WAS JUST...! "These words sound all too familiar.
Time seem to have made them the dying words of the Black Family Unit. The dying words of a wife who Just Lost her World. The dying words of a daughter who Just Lost the only respectable man in her life. The dying words of a mother whose seed has Just Run dry. 'He was JUST!' But being Just seem to be synonymous with death and crime nowadays. If you can't win for being Just...? Then What can you win for?" Mama told me dat I gotta go down to da church.
Yes!? Yes. She told, so I go. I go to da church And they told me I gotsta get baptized. And when I seen dat bowl-a-water I said... "Ion know nuffin about dat Ion know nuffin bout them baptized nah." But I get in da bowl Cause what harm could come from da church...?  Stuck to this skin,
I cling on for life. Digging into holey ground, Cratered depth reigns. Melting in moisture, I am stuck. Pull me away, Sharp stings surround. I am burned. Pink. Fresh. Exposed. Holey. Sinsitive to the touch, I am untouchable. I reside on the outskirts, Covered in fabric. Waiting to bare this news. A messenger, I am. That is You. You have been exposed. Welcome, to the womb of wounds We've been expecting you.  H-ere I STAND
U-nwithered N-ot Broken G-rounded in the Beauties of this Land H.U.N.G. I STILL STAND. Can we go back to when things were simple
Back to when your feelings was mutual Back to the days when our laughs rang Unanswered. Because no-one was home. Staying up late nights Typed with a type of bliss Unaware of the memories I'd miss. Can we go back-to-back When fighting was wack Silence wasn't a virtue And words didn't hurt you. Can we go back? Can we go? Can we...? Livin' in Stars
We livin' like stars Combustions of gas particles Defying the odds They told us we would never make it past the cotton gin ahh But Massa failed to see the real forgottin' he aint my God My peoples floated to greatness Outdatin' ratings Ancestral auras, exuding despite what they tried to take from us Livin' in faith Not walking in sighs Approaching the lights that live in the skies Never thought that I would be in disguise But that Man in the sky said otherwise. Reality been slippin' making me feel more dependent
Desperately I chased the feelings I once thought...forget it These spirits is tripping, they trynna find a conduit Conning me to believe, that they the reason for this shit Under my bed just trynna find their time to pounce Slithering in languages my mind aint programed to pronounce These walls is talking and keys is falling Speaking to my heart in crescents plastered onto the walls Two pills, they bring neither fortune or fame A coffin of death, veiled, lucif's desire for man How much that dolla cost if you go insane A soulless vessel, whose forgotten the potter from which they came. |