field nigga
in a suit.
educated and,
yeah,
‘articulate’.
awake,
integrated,
socialized,
sophisticated,
and….
patient,
like a raisin
in the sun.
head bumpin’
to wisdom beats.
patient.
waiting.
patient.
ready
to ride
or die.
You ain’t ready for this.
tears and smoke.
lost souls flying,
one way.
the (second)
worst thing ever.
how,
when,
will it ever be ok
again?
lost generation:
fear mongering
and
baptized
in hate,
and
ghosts.
Now,
a Light,
reeking of arrogant bomb-
ast,
rises
gently,
proudly,
TRIUMPHANTLY,
to heaven.
Dare
to
Dare,
don’t look back,
and do it again.
Shit here
(and there
and
everywhere)
is beyond fucked,
and ain’t shit
left to do,
but burn this mutha’
down.
But they got all the flamethrowers.
So,
I’m just sippin’ my wine
like Cersei
less travelled,
a loop.
I’ve been here before,
With You,
and You,
and You
and You too.
Goodbye
is best said on mute,
so cowards think.
but Lovers,
bold and foolish,
welcome Hurt-
Old, or New,
and
embrace farewells,
secure in the wise
callowness of youth.
Fare thee well.
and
next time,
Bring some little ruckus to your heart.
dwelling alone
inside the wonder of me,
I find again
that crooked
off kilter
sense of balance,
centered around
the best of me.
ready again
to share the gift
of me
with the world,
and
with
you-
if you want.
no one.
not a damn blessed soul
ever told me this road would end.
that everything just kinda,
stops.
Everything,
but me.
laying awake-
spinning,
healing,
falling,
waiting
in the absence of what never was.
illuminated by the love I see,
illuminated by the love I feel
inside of, and
for
you.
Yeah Babe,
You.
orphans of a God misplaced,
wailing hungrily.
simply yearning
for
but a touch
of love
unfulfilled.
hardened eyes
spew
vile vitriol
honest hearts
vomit rotten truths
unto brothers
and sisters all.
blinded,
seething
fearful and small,
remaining generous
in the pain they share.
momma come home
we don’t
any more.
in the empty
yearning
of a song,
tales forgotten
bloom again.
But left unshared,
Crumble like the husks
Of bugs,
Deceased
And
Dead.
it
just could
be
true.
maybe.
He
&
She
both,
smiling
on
me?
dare I believe,
that I
am so deserving?
dare i go
towards?
dare i travel
inwards?
confidently,fearlessly,…
joy-
fully?
Life’s
Son,
extinguished
by the oft thrown cloaks
of
mediocrity,
doubt,
&
equality.
dare i stand
Up?
dare i stand
Apart?
dare i acknowledge,
Me?
Love’s cleaving
&
Souls’ impassioned friction
genesised
the spark
that is me.
Who,
then,
will fan
my embers?
Who then will
feed
satan’s fire?
prometheus’ flame?
Who then
‘s gonna stop me?
The long drawl of cicada song: hundreds of crescendos, and not one diminuendo.
woodpecker’s pounding is accentuated by dropping acorns.
Robins and cardinals and finches and catbirds each offer brief, yet impassioned solos. a night heron croaks in, right before bed, and two fish sound the cymbals across the glassy stillness.
Dragonflies dance to these luscious sounds of summer, drunk with a lust, and a need unquenchable, they fly in tandem, fulfilling Summer’s ripe promise.
and
two Lovers,
amidst this perfect symphony.
exchange a KISS.
a KISS
to answer that singular question,
that will usher in a lifetime
of mutual discovery, sensualism,
revelations, freedom, and….
oh, but for a kiss
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