in the silent,
…
in the
me
a forge,
patient
and
loyal,
prepares
for
greatness.
gifts wrought
so masterfully
the Universe
quivers
in anticipatory
delight.
that good
&
that true
Category: EL
Apology: the scattered ravings of a lost warrior
never skurred
&
never feared
unashamed,
unabashed,
unyielding, and
true.
my face
my eyes
my skin….
can’t change;
won’t change;
don’t wanna change.
who are
you
but a ghostly imprint
of a culture corrupted,
and forsaken,
and misguided.
irreverent
and
lost.
a little lost
nappyheaded negro,
rejected
marginalized
and maligned
connects greedily
to the loving earth
and all her richness:
herstory
my mother.
love mama.
not
giving
Gaia
golden showers:
your way
is
not
the way.
what do you love?
what do you
respect?
where is your soul?
my world is sacred
but
you, and
your death worship
embodies the profane.
even Lucifer held love
in his
prideful heart.
you would burn it all,
including yourself,
to oblivion.
I love
and for that I do not apologize.
Love Truly Forgives
&
True Souls Love
&
Soulful Lovemaking Climaxes True
Truth
is
Love
&
I love u
come rebuild
a world
of love
with me.
but
beware
all soulless fiends
that would steal
my joy,
and deride Her beauty:
I will fight you,
for real
Rescue
deep into
these eyes i see
everything i never knew
i needed
until
i knew i needed you
i see shame
&
pride stripped away;
i see a kingdom for gods
& goddesses to play.
i see love
i never knew i could feel
until i knew
this love is real.
summer’s end: letting go
air ripe
with dragonfly
and pugnacious
blossom scent;
sun
rains
fiercely
upon my skin;
like the torch
borne for love
recently
departed:
not so gentle
will Summer
slip
into
Winter’s dark,
calming night.
roundabout
sifting through Infinity’s
pockets,
over and over,
and
over again, I find
you.
i find you
laughing.
and
i find
you crying.
i find you giggling with glee.
so much vibrance,
absent of me.
so
i find my own pockets
and continue.
life awaits,
without you.
Bric à brac leaves the heart no slack
mementos,
receipts,
and
little shopping bags
remind
of a love
that traveled on.
more poignant than all the words
scratched to each other with love,
a morrisons bag
kicks me in the gut.
the past has passed,
no doubt;
but in constant refrain,
nostalgia digs
with the sweetest pain.
life
is
gorgeous-
The Universe, divine.
To have loved was a gift,
both hers,
and
mine.
Instruction In Artful Deviancy
Slipped,
between
creased corners
of Night’s gossamer,
Moon,
timid & shy,
slips
softly
in –
which hour,
come,
and
gone,
shall magic
come
again?
wicked
wholesome deeds await
lovers,
and children,
and all that fall between.
Come
&
Fly,
my little devil,
Heaven awaits.
Wot you doin’ here Black Man
meandering and,
sliding…
slowly slipping into ecumenical,
and socialist
perfection.
I see you,
Brother,
and you
see me….
I nod.
You nod.
&
we keep it movin’.
Life
Blacktastic
belongs to you,
and
to
me.
rock on brother,
rock on.
shiny & new
A gentle pounding echoes
like rolling thunder;
we tumble
blindly
into the tempest-
together.
souls seeking calm
and freedom
through bondage
to each other.
so come,
my queen of magic, and mystery.
I welcome your mayhem,
come,
and sail
with me.
life loves
you
when
love lives
within
Liberty, like Love, needs no story
Liberty, like Love, needs no story
free
me
from the tyranny
of self-doubt.
from the oppression
of my ignorance.
liberate me
from the illiteracy
of my roots,
and
I will
set
you
free from your fear.
I will disabuse you
of your terror.
you will know
that I
am your salvation.
you will know
that my freedom
represents the end
of history,
and
the start
of
the now.
I am as free as I choose to be.
no law
no country
no god
can enslave me.
no,
not even you.
my independence day was the day I was born.
don’t try to prove me wrong.
just,
don’t.
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