In the Head

If you think between your legs
You will have an open mind
I want to go into your thoughts
Until you express yourself
With proclamations from a deity
Punctuate your imagination
With Exclamation Points!
I'll become your reality at night,
While your day dreams
Staring incessantly at the sky
As you brain storm
Satisfaction is here, which needs no
Introduction


Another piece from '03

If there ever were...

If ever there were letters…

…To paint you with.
Syllables to create your smiles.
A touch to capture your love sounds.
A trust to produce a portrait of our mutual existence.
If ever there were.

If ever there were words…

…To construct sweet memories of nothing: the warm greeting, the kiss
goodbye, the gentle embrace.
To create a wild orgy of uncontrollable urges, late night seductions, and
sensual cuddling
To delicately whisper those three words—YOU ARE PERFECT
If ever.

If ever there were sentences…

…To lick the wounds of your troubles.
And Save your faith when it is drowning in the pool of insecurity.
And pick you up when fall to the floor.
And, ha ha ha, to let you know that I will always….
.
.
I will always lo (ve)
.
.
.
I will always lo….

If.

I was going through an old email account and I found this jawn that I wrote
in 2003.

Point of Convergence

strangers kiss spirits
with tongues in each others' mouths
trying to discover the right words to say
fingers delicately
traversing hair
like a breeze
affectionate longings wrap around
the waist
growing tighter with each second of
reflection: remembering what it was
like the last time
they whisper esoteric code words
of which they are exclusively privy
cheek to cheek, smiles touching
laughter bouncing off ear drums
passion harmonizing with the
erotic rhythms from their hearts
bartering words for deep stares (sexy silences)
depositing those "right touches" into
the banks of reminiscent memories
then, at once, they pull back
the embrace loosens, fingers parting
hands slide down the poles of arms
the moment is tentatively suspended
giving way to three words:
"I missed you!"

Words

Bound up in the hands of a few

Color-codes are conferred upon

Misery visits its company among lost souls

Light eclipsed by objects of

artificially constructed desires

Choirs sing hymns of hopelessness and death

Stress inhaled simultaneously gun smoke

Shadows lurk, hidden in the dark

Bad days crying clouds over puddles

Idle minds persuaded by televised arguments 

Truth legitimated by blonde wigs and blue eyes

Possibility peppered across the nightly sky

Brave hearts look to be embraced by the hereafter

Sunlight sits impatiently at the demise of darkness

Love blinding careful thoughts walking aimlessly

in a straight line

Brushes painting cold stories of resurrection 

while highlighting the memorable untold

Masked faces in backgrounds speaking lectures

championing justice

Rivers flowing, delineating separate bodies of wisdom

that are harmoniously linked by

equidistant bridges

Coinciding with the moonlight, shines the spirit

that prays for showers of hope

At the moment the drop will rest on the head of the closed-mind,

possibility will emerge as victor

The promiscuous sound of peace will

kiss the antagonist's ear

Marching on with persistence

the soldier bears a message on her sleeve:

"May the World be healed of its wounds of Oppression"

I wrote this jawn about two years ago and I figured I'd post it up here. This is basically a "freestyle" so there's not necessarily any continuity to this piece, but there is a central theme that is running through it. 

Random Axe of Silence

seized, 

aspirations surrender

and linger in the vacuous thoughts of the slain

corruption grows and festers into significant portions of the brain

sutured mouths open and yell in proportion to all the pain

broken glass travels intravenously in small morsels in the vein

miserable attempts of torture done in vain 

the sound of innocence consistently muffled by train

that crosses the tracks separating the promise of light from the lame

muted screams of freedom lay in the fire 

and remain transfixed by the flame

pollution disseminated widely with a mischievous intent

too unfit to be tamed

the rich adorned in penetrated skulls, raped bodies, and stolen names

broken hope, fictive dreams, and the colonized land of the maimed

anger implodes inside the spirits

where 400 years of oppression is contained 

the blood of slaves is stained upon the official documents of this country

where tenets of the devil is enshrined 

and the walls of the belly of europe is lined and carries frames

of dead masters, the whips, and the chains, enlightenment, and the cage  

'democracy', expropriation, scientific myths, and the gaze

it written in the page: 

when radical revolutions shout for change, 

they are met with the reign of the shotgun gauge

forced to yell from this rage

mouth full of blades,

so if you bite your tongue....

Silence Is DEAD

Seconds of War

Reaching in the sky,

I snatch aimless streams of hope seeking heaven's solace. 

Dead nations are written across missiles 

Evasive targets fly in patterns migrating to the west. 

Moon crescents illuminate Black skins and

Revolutionanize closed minds 

Brittle tongues lick off blind faith 

While I rest atop cadavers sailing with War's tide

Souls climb, but fall victim

- This is a short little piece that
I wrote after a poetry vibe session with b.