Living

Living Paddling through life’s strong currents Untitled my existence A name means not much on Tuesday Maybe more on Sunday Or less A tear defines a being? How many, how strong, how real. Feeling exasperated by negativity Chasing feelings of divinity Yelling yelling yelling to the world but the noise is confined to my head little head contrasting a gigantic soul. And the burden is there What will I present to the world In which way can I make a difference Confined in public beneath smiles Shed through tears in private Pulling myself into tri-ality Love the greatest power has been my strength read on you want some more a lick, a suckle taste I love a poems pastry Soothing minds sweet tooth Life is powerful Yet soft and delicate like glass Days come and go Go and come Blinking back tears of joy As they meander across the pages of time When I was young I felt so old Now I am older I feel so young As time passes we find new definitions Some last A day a month a year Like milk churning to butter find your way through the thick yellowy labyrinth grab your telescope and explore for yourself We live each generation through eye and imagination Thinking over thought Clasping the past for dear life Let go of that pain’s source I see, I see and see I hear I feel I smell Shaking my head at youth’s destruction Shedding tears for lost dreams bridged on loved ones water graves Come journey on what life wants to be Buzzing giddy yellows and blacks As they did on Khemit’s dessert shore. A ribbon streaming in a hair dress Little Sasha’s pecan skin and eyes running Playground-ing dirt, jungle gym-ing Teeth ivory flashing, honeying laughter How she grow up? Happy women, strong teen. How many continue honeying laughter. Where does it go wrong Stripping, schooling They left her at 18 when he returned Died at 11 when she discovered new meanings Decoding womanhood Fist-ing my soul. Running tears dragging, angering silent No type of living Excerpt from Complexes