Look deep inside my dark brown eyes..
and tell me what you behold.
The answer to your every question...
rest smoldering within my soul..
Look deep inside my brandy smooth voice...
absorb the feel of my words.
The seductive touch of creativity...
will ride your every nerve.
Look deep inside my honey chocolate skin...
and read the history it weaves.
An ancient tale of struggle and triumph...
bearing scars like a trees' many leaves.
I sit alone in the night...
by the candlelight.
Making love with words...
to virgin sheets of paper.
Now I lay me...
down to sleep.
I pray that I'll rest...
if I count sheep.
So many nights...
I've spent wide awake.
Wishing for one...
Away from awareness...
so I might dream.
Of sweet scented flowers...
near a cool mountain stream.
So to mister sandman and...
mistress night I pray.
That I'll close my eyes...
until the light of day.
1000 miles I've traveled...
with 1000 more to go.
I've seen the rain, sleet, sand...
and a blizzards worth of snow.
Harassed by country cops...
although I possess proper identification.
My crime is driving while black...
so I get a citation.
If I could have revenge...
I would take it with no hesitation.
For poor race relations...
the punishment would be castration.
Not all law inforcement officials...
abuse the power that they own.
Yet with 1000 miles to travel...
I wish they would leave me alone.
I watch the clouds move across the horizon...
like airbrushing with paint.
They move so very slow...
cause the wind is so faint.
The bodies on the street walking...
move about to and fro.
Oblivious to natures beauty...
like rainbows and fresh snow.
But I see natures splendor...
when I relax and sit still.
Staring with eyes vacant...
past the brick windowsill.
All things are attractive in this state...
birth, sleep, and even death.
It all passes through my chest...
like a warm departing breath.
Thru travels in dreams, information is seen.
That's not available, to waking eyes.
Distorted but real, I record things I feel.
To separate the truth from the lies.
Many visitors appear, some blurry others clear.
All anxious for my attention.
The scenes are fast-paced, in that mind state.
Because dreams are in a pocket dimension.
Way way down in the oceans deep.
I lost my soul to the devils beat.
It moved my feet, so I turned in swayed.
Forgot myself while the music played.
Danced till my heart ached and feet bled.
Communed with spirits, spoke to the dead.
The lesson they said, was self control.
To reach nirvana you must pay the toll.
The price one soul and what you earn.
Entry to a place you can never return.
Filled with sounds and mystery.
Free of worry and misery.
I laughed at the spirits, cuz I knew the deal.
Like I knew their promise, wasn’t real.
The price was to high and I wouldn’t pay.
I slept in the moonlight and left in the day.
I weep tears of the forlorn,
For the scores of unborn.
Children brought into this world of oppression.
I pray the day will come,
The earth won’t be ruled by scum.
So we’ll never repeat this awful lesson.
We need to put down the guns,
educate our daughters and sons.
So they won’t lie where their ancestors are resting.
The only way we’ll succeed,
Is if brotha’s and sista’s start to read.
Seeing knowledge as a gift and a blessing.
The world is round…
just as water is wet.
Somethings that have occurred…
I’ll never forget.
As the body becomes aged…
and memories grow old.
Revenge is the dish…
that’s best served cold.
Emotions are the cause, pain is the language.
Quiet are my lips, but loud is my anguish.
The torment I experience, knows no end.
Something cherished, is now lost.
My heart melted, like morning frost.
Betrayed by those, who would be called friends.
I dream of a better place, a better time.
Freedom of spirit, peace of mind.
But dreams are mere clouds of ether.
Love is harsh, love is cruel.
Trust is for, idyllic fools.
Sweetly whispered in the ears by a deceiver.
Vacillation is another word
that need more heavy contemplation.
I came to the realization
that with premeditation.
Murder could be committed
without the hesitation.
So it makes me wonder
about those who kill for religion.
Their beliefs cut through reason
like a incision.
In the name of
is what got allot of catz in prison.
Even more turned up missing
shallow graves souls risen.
Walking around the earth
confused about their death.
Remembering In the name of
being their final breath.
Evaluating how they arrived in
searching for rest.
Pondering if its god
and this is one of his tests.
Testing their faith, religious strength,
loyalty and conviction.
Praying they don't have to prove it
by enduring crucifixion.
These are madmen
killing blindly In the name of.
Some innocuous deity
looming in the clouds above.
Scholars say faith is
belief in what you cannot see.
This god of madmen
should free them of insanity.
Killing men and women callously
only shows savagery.
Punishment should be slavery
to their victims for eternity.
As flesh merges in a silent dance...
courtesy of waterbased lubrication.
Giving the mind a natural high...
off endorphins and stimulation.
The physical soars off expanded pores...
and hormone pulsing vibrations.
Two bodies sharing one thought...
deep in sexual concentration.
Many moments pass in a flash...
as bodies twist like snakes.
Reptilian like is my fantasy...
pleasure making the muscles shake.
No time committed...
to needless conversation.
Just a glance and a smile...
provoke sexual elation.
Building to a climax...
Ending with a nap...
and body meditation.
I wrote a poem once long ago.
When my mind was fresh...
Like falling snow.
Now my mind is cold...
And my thoughts withered.
Spreading across my feet...
Like discarded litter.
My mind twists and toils like milk that’s spoiled...
And left on the counter for days.
My heart beats harder as my temper boils...
Frenzied by the choices I’ve made.
Every succulent word transcribed...
Comes from the chamber of inner intellect.
Written in letters made from my own life fluid...
For scholars to later dissect.
Each touch of the razor across my flesh...
Sends shivers down my spine.
Vermillion spots become art as they drop...
Composing each confessional line.
He’s mad they say, while taking my razor away...
Placing me back in a padded cell.
Ingenious I scream, too write my dreams...
Immortalized by the stories I tell.