in a
moment
of stillness,
revelation
dribbled off the
wings
of a
wasp.
and
i sought
its sting
on my
tongue.
Category: What it is
Flight
my wings
are
strong and
I have fallen before.
i need
nothing,
but a dream of
you.
my soul is
free
to sing
and
to soar.
i need
nothing,
but a kiss from
you
fire
and
shame
have scorched
this skin.
i need
nothing,
but my faith in
you.
destiny’s story
is written
already.
i need
nothing,
but to read with
you.
unknown glories
await hungering
eyes.
i need nothing,
but you.
Funknasty Grummerts
creeping
across cracked
and dry skin like ancient hard cobwebs,
hurts long past
reanimate
zombie traumas.
present
&
past
meet in this moment which
slides
peacefully back
into yesterday.
another lover lost
to inevitable mistrust.
another opportunity missed:
fear flies free.
Desire
lapsed
and dormant,
we watch the world
spin.
Pleasure
forgotten.
Ecstasy,
nothing more
but a memory
long lost.
for what do you hunger?
for whom do you lust?
why have you not devoured?
do you fear the surrender
found in each thrust?
this world waits.
we wait.
i wait.
for you.
A One Minute Excursion Through My Thoughts
on the
rise again;
on the road,
one more time.
whither, where, and when?
only time knows.
time, locked up inside my chest.
time, spiritual, with which I bless
the present nature of my fate,
and the demons I must placate.
soul juice
the very
last
drop
wringed out.
and still,
they are parched.
ambrosia will never quench a thirst for cola.
The OnComing Storm
I tinker about with poems and stories. That’s my preferred medium, but today I feel obligated to share my thoughts and feelings in a more accessible manner.
This has been a turbulent six months to say the least. When our society (I’m talking globally here) was first challenged by this ongoing pandemic, I could not help but feel that we were standing on the precipice of what would be a massive shift. A shift to what, I could not be sure. What was clear to me was that the lives we led before were firmly behind us. Everything had changed and would continue to change. The rapid global spread of the coronavirus exposed vulnerabilities in all stages of life:
- The power of Mother Nature
- The limits to the ableness of our governments, and the aptitude of many politicians
- How we work, and why
- The fragility of our economic systems
- The damage we do to our planet every day
- Travel and Borders
- Homelessness
- Personal Connection
This shared vulnerability united the people of this world as we tacitly acknowledged that life as we previously knew it was no more, and we were all adapting to a new way of living.
The more publicized incidents of recent racism ranging from leveraging systemic racism to threatening violence to outright murder in the United States over the past few weeks are nothing new. The pattern can be traced back over the past 60 years in the aftermath of the civil rights movements of the 60’s through the repeated incarceration, harassment, abuse, sodomizing, and straight-up murder of black people. Glance further back to the Jim Crow laws and lynchings in the decades following the abolition of slavery. Track back further through the despicable times of slavery, which institutionalized not only the condition of Black people, but also the lens in which we were perceived.
This sickness will not be cured easily.
But step aside a moment from the continued denigration of a people based on the color of their skin. Often defended and “substantiated” by bigots who discount the hundreds of years of intentional systematic violence against a people, which included the theft of land, and identity. These intentionally brutal acts of violence soon became systemic to an entire world view towards a people.
But now, try to take a step back from all of that.
Difficult as it may be, so many Blacks around the world must do so every day in order to survive.
Look now to how we, regardless of ethnicity, have failed ourselves as a human race. We have allowed ourselves to subscribe to governments and economic systems which are self-serving to themselves. Systems that see human beings merely as a source of energy and capital. We, as democratic and capitalistic societies, made a pact to empower our governments and corporations to have so much control over us.
But many of the governments and institutions in which we have placed our trust have failed us. Failed us through their incompetence and greed.
That is what has been exposed so far,
and that is why the world is on fire.
The curtains have been pulled back, and we can all see.
We can all see.
So now, what will we do?
What will you do?
torn
I stride this earth
and her magnificence rages
over my entire being,
while Justice mourns in agony.
To which do I turn:
the fiery sun, blazing in defiance?
or
my soothing moon, sultry in beguiling calm?
art is power.
art is truth.
art is not a weapon-
‘less love crush us all.
alchemist of emotion,
spinning
hate into beauty.
But,
I am damned
and angry,
starving,
and fed up
with all ya’all.
but,
I love you too.
Sledgehammer
When fists are clenched so goddamned tight
how can I hold thoughts, much less a pen to write?
What solace could my words possibly provide
against the millions of pistols at your side?
what good is puffed up politicking
when some just need an old fashioned ass-kicking?
why should I have to articulate
why it’s wrong to systematically lynch and assassinate?
I’d be careful if I were you
cuz all other options have been tried, and I’m through.
Rise
fresh
and new.
tested and
true.
the future
awaits no one,
but you.
time fails
the uninitiated,
drowning young souls
in longing,
and want.
where are your
shiny scars
bearing lessons
ne’er forgotten?
where are your hopes,
but swinging strangely
like black fruit
in the empty breeze?
come lay your head
on this bed of ash feathers
and arise again;
remember
fearlessness.
come give yourself
unto your birthright,
come dance within my flame.
never quench
your rightful desire,
come learn your true name.
come,
and rise
again.
