Transition

It pains me to look at me

It wakes me to understand

I wish to love that part of me which is rotten, that part of me which is sick

I search to discover a broken soul

A broken sole

A broken spirit

A broken secret

A kiss made--not given, taken or blamed

How does one gain?

A love that needs 1

A love that needs no one

This love knocks

Waits no more

I turn to open the door

Fall into sores to soar

Broken yet reborn 

 

19

 

Intoxicating is the power you hold

Over and under

My feelings you stole

Do you know how less cold it would be, if you were to share this world with me?

I figured it out--at least 1/2 of it no doubt

Just when I concluded my dreams meant nothing

Neptune with open arms hugged me without bluffing

I saw it as you and felt the harmony of your heart wash away my blues

Passion like eating a ripe fruit, in mist of the hungry

Share me

Earth is the container that water fills

I'm Earth, Your Water

So fill

Tune into me with your whips, chains, security daggers, pretty ears, quiet heart

Long hearing

Lets play

A sensual chess game

I care 2 live on the highest mountain, sail above and beneath the deepest sea

Run barefoot on the greenest pasture, mold and lead a flock of sheep

Spend 1 night in the darkest cave then rise with the sun

I care 2 measure my height with the tallest tree

Look into nothing and say "Be!"

I invite you on this journey

I see you from the inside that's where you shine

I sense the steepest part of us hugging tonight

Feeding-receiving-giving-needing-pleading-heating-reading-bleeding-eating-seeing-beating-freeing-whipping-leaving--bruise tar scar dark

Hollow rain

Soft black mystery chain

Swinging Breeze

Singing hard wood melancholy birds 4 friends

Clothes torn-light scorn-mud drip-soft lips

I swim in the shadow of a naked lake

My clothes you take, tear and post as bait

Your gravitational pull is splitting me open

You spray thoughts in me that burn like salt on a wound

A pleasingly displeasing masterful art of torture

Even through the distance it feels good

I'm fr agilely armoring up my insides to say

I've never felt this way

The every part of me you've reached

Carve your ab originality inside of me

Lurk your needs within my womb

Waiver this world's injustice

Use me to deliver your verdict

Play with my sensibility

Rock me in care

Every part of you I wish to wear

Tuning into your heartbeat like a smooth snare

Watching you with my eyes closed

I'm needing you through these fine clothes

When I have no words yet I speak, I come to find the depths of me..

I was my purest in my mother's womb, so happy with such little room

I'm stuck in a cage
A bird with shark teeth
A bus with no wheels
A tear that never falls
into nothing.
A smile wide as your eye
A heart soft as spoiled butter
I want to get away
Pick my feet up and tell them to go
I just want to go
I want to speak the language of a black bird
I want to land on air
I want to feel light
I want to see shine
And meet time
I want to come out of my mother's womb again
I want to cry that first cry
I just want to come out
I just want to go
I want to get away
From you pain
Drenched in your rain
Stars have been loyal
They find me in the dark
I look up to find their start
They laugh in numbers
My breath trails their ray
I try to follow & fall on my face
Pick my feet up and tell them to go
They move but they move slow
perfectly.
With reason
naturally ...
I just want to go
Speak the language of a black bird
Land on air
Feel light
See shine
Meet time
Come out of my mother's womb again
And cry that first cry

 

Four

How does one oppose strain
My tongue rests--doesn't know what to say
Reaching has been strenuous
Sight is shattered
Logic seems ambiguous
No right nor wrong
Oh, to remain calm this long
What part of your off can I turn on
Clouds up there keep us apart
My heart then rests alone in the dark
There light becomes a mere illusion
Heard and felt in caves of confusion
Hurt surpassing the Great Wall
Scratches a pit within my heart
Shedding a pride dark as pain
I shut my eyes and there you lay
Light shines
Rain flows
Touch more
No sores
Mellow
There I drift
On a sorrow splintered board
That often shifts
In your mist
Air becomes breathtakingly missed
Quiet
Imagine your vein ripped out of you whole
Your blood the same--running like water
To look in your eyes
Aches me in such a way
A portrait of possibility that just rushes me to wait
Pondering on words that may call you to play
I get through trying to pick a star in the day
So when it's night
I shut my eyes and there we lay
Light shines
Rain flows
Touch more
No sores
Mellow
There I drift

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Writing is the blanket that covers me when I'm cold

A place within where I find Allah and me whole

Parts of stories that go untold

It is here where acceptance begins to unfold
Where individuality lies between two likes--parallel in contrast

In this time birds and colors become delightful to see

Vodou, Santeria, Horus, Candomble, Osiris,Obeah, even Isis
                                To me...

Channel a language not spoken frequently
As though I hear them say they miss me

Like the aroma flying from a slow burning in scent
Soothingly sweet
A painting of liberation brushed from desert to sea

At a steep price of absolutely free
Our legs can travel any place abroad

Out our minds, in our spirits, our likeness in him tall

Lost with a cause--Am I
Falling into restricted space
Jolting at no safe pace
Looking to anything like breath that means Moor
A symbol of affection heeds to open a door
Connected to a vibe filled patent floor
Flows inward a need to walk run and run some more
Darkness named infinite cared to map this road
On it I walk, run and run some more

Coming To America

"... they would go down to the shore looking for that ship to take them back home to their native land and people"  

   At the primitive age of three, I was thrown into a seemingly chaotic world. A globe with a class of people I had never encountered. I saw my first Caucasian traveling from my native country Africa and it terrified my young soul. My mother and I bounced from London, New York and our final destination California. My mother laughing hysterically recalls how I was  taken back by this new culture of people; I had a specific name for them in our language “bamboolah” in Amharic and "Ashanguleet" in Tigrinya, which meant doll or strange looking thing. I refused to believe at the tender age of three that any other race besides my own, Black, was dominant. In Arabic I would cry to my mother and say, "Numshe Fog! Numshe Fog!" ** ("We came from the sky, so use the same sky to take me back!"). This was the introduction to my first educational course in America.

**Butchered Arabic translation

A Soft Place

I see great moments

Us laughing--fleeting imperfections

Laying on the sand

Feeling my heart in each palm of your hand

Holding on to a beat

Rhythm's in tune

I see great moments with you

Curls on my head, in the quickness of there spring

As the clarity in water, I would tell you what I dream--1 look

Oughta give you chills--even in a desert storm

Forever just seems soon

When I think of a Love pure and true

Hungry distance couldn't measure

This padlocked buried treasure

Ruckus falls out of me when I look into you

You make art come easy

And its expression custom made

I remember to pray--that this extension of you never fades

I Cherish The Day ...

Like the wide body of water

With depths illuminating fascination

     These Are ...

My thoughts of your whole being

Quiet like the Sun

Flows out of me new vision

A force less sign in the sigh of remission 

     This Is ...

What enters my soul at the slight sight of you

Your smile brightens doubt

Killing any negative thought in mounds

     Amazing Is the power of invisible attraction

    This Energy so pure

   Without ? has been my cure

I'd push the largest mountain to make room for you

Empty the grazing river to make way for you

     Air to my lungs

     Sight to my vision

    Words to my ears

    Scent to my senses

    Rule to my thinking

   Absence of my sin

A mirror of conviction behind the word love

Surpassing the greatness once seen in a dove

   The Ground you walk on doesn't move or shift

   My Heart imitates the certainty in this

The hardest part in me to see

Wills to show you how deep love can be

 

 

Life is Precious

 

What it brings, gives ... takes

Surely it cannot be forsaken

Gods Love is to abundant

     A water fall of Joy and Peace

     May it increase

In each ladder of heartache and bliss

Here I lay

As defenseless as a cricket chirping in the midnight hour

Concluding conscious and unconscious decisions

How sweet the mist of the air can be

     How lucky are we?

     To be Free

In thought and in voice

To withhold is your choice