dandelion supernova

wandering alone through
these memories,
i see that you were never
here.

and in
truth,
i really don’t care.

a shallow moon rises,
flooding this soul
with new magic.

faith rumbles
deep within,
lost
between twin
echoes of doubt
&
age.
lost,
but not forgotten.

a deep sun rises,
scorching this skin
with an ancient wisdom.

I am ready now.

ready
to surrender,
and
drown my pain
in
Destiny’s sweet embrace
and
burst forth triumphant,
ascendant,
and
decadent.

no.

you ain’t ready for this.

fist and soul, where does the rage go?

with fist, foot,
steel, and word,
i want to break
you.

I will
break you.


i want you
to feel
the pain
that colors this skin,
to smell the fear
that curls these hairs.

this pain
which has come to define me,
every
damn
day.

another brother-
gone
another mother
mourns


another murderer
draped in a mantle of hate
and heiled by the confederacy
of dunces and bankrupt souls.


how do we stop the wheel
before we are crushed again?
how do we stop the pain
that twists up a young black face
with hopelessness and despair?


tell that young girl to remember
the songs of our mothers.
tell that little boy to remember
the dance of our fathers.

our story was not conceived in pain.

We can remember
how to be free.

we are all
beings of light-
sparks of awareness-
embers of greatness.

let our embers,
smothered for so long,
gather, and glow,
and
rage so fierce,
and so true.


i would be scared
if i
were you.

Wien

again and again
i return
to you
with your vaulted airs
borne of a past
haunted
by fancies and prestige,
and gilded
with horrors.

your
charming rounded corners
still cut

sharply
into my hollowed
depths.

i see aperol smiles
sharing

with that familiar
lilt

that still escapes me.


you are home,
away from
every other place I go.

don’t wait for me.
because I won’t-

yet we seem to meet
again
and again
on your broad
mourning streets

Two


Love
leads
us to truth.

we climb
through the rubble
and debris and lies
of a past less ordinary
to claim our
History.


Love
cuts
through our soul


I hear you
when you can’t speak.
I feel you
when you cry out
in joy
or in pain,
I got you.

Love
bonds
us to love.

let us cry out
together.
let them know
our song.
let them know
that we are more.

my love
is
your love

I got you,
and you have me:
all
of
me.
what else do we need?

together
we are
one.


epilogue:
my heart
to your heart.
your beautiful soft lips
to mine.
tell me no lies
and I will
sing
to you
of love.

Clairvoyant

tightly rounded shoulders.
arms crossed
defiant.


emotional mma champ
4 decades running.
all
holds
barred.

pursed and
shriveled lips
frame an austerity
so sharp,
your acerbic wit
oft goes
unchallenged
&
unnoticed….


like your heart.


not yet shriveled,
it is tight with a yearning,
for that breath of life
denied
so long ago,
time
and time again.


you see,
when you looked in my eye
and said,
“I’ll be fine”.

I already knew.


and you did too.