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I thought these white words like seering light
That jived my brain with alien meanings
To my pain were scandalously gone
I thought I would have to find a way to speak
Using silence as my native tongue
While I mourn the longing for cadence and rhyme
Then suddenly I was shaking like a mountain on fire
My whole world was convulsing with desire
And I knew I was abouut to spew hot lava again
And send foul gases to give life to dying forests
And bring men to joy surreptiously 
For these white words belong to a whole energy
An assembly of things in chain like my soul
For there is no reality of anything except that which is conquered
And must erupt with volcanic presence
To claim even the edge of a normal existence
The black burden is a perrennial tragedy, a mask
For all we cannot say or do with ignorance again
I still am apostle of thunder, and of justice
And of song, bacchanal and the drum that dance
Against the skull, breaking the bone for thoughts
Of deliverance. I love women who are rivers
And who make me weep like the sea
Because I cannot articulate the sincerety of what I feel
Some I did not call they came of their own volition
Forcing their hurricane on me
I wrote no dance for the tornado they became
I watched them spin and went their way
You should see how these scaffolds blamed me
When they had no more use for me
I was never building them
For always my hoiuse was for one true love
Who losing her identity wanted to be a scaffold too
And pulled her house down just like the Bible said she would
And when I thought that was everything
There on the ground was words
This incessant mistress whoring at my feet
I picked it up for my own therapy not revenge
The pen is sweet in my hand
It scrolls memories again, it scours the frenzy of pain    
This is all I am

Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2012

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