Rhymes

I want set fire To white paper Make black char into pale pictures of ash To burn desire Till the vapor Like broken scintillations as sunlight crash Though I dream, yet Still I hunger Still I hackled shudder with each crack and scream For stalking death Is now stronger Because I dare to chase that diminishing dream I am drowning But never dies The loquacious water is a liquid flame on me I am hurting But never cries Born to face the maddening misery of minotaur history I hear babies Cry in the womb And I am pushing, pushing my discharge to deliver New agonies For old freedom I am prisoner of proximities and dream and cadaver Walls can keep me In conditions Constricting movements, and defy and violate the will Walls are paltry Inhibitions To the danger I pose, the freedom of the heart soars still I want to be A volcano Changing direlict and dissected landscapes with my demise Make terror flee No stiletto Will pierce as the deep the demon beast I want poems To explode here In the stagnant quagmire of freedom's latent lies The drying stems Are children's tear Crying from the hollow socket, the vulture flies. I want my rhymes To drip like blood And congeal in the throat of vampires, make fire These are hard times Mothers in mud Wring milk out of tears for children to aspire The great nation Is in crisis With black people frazzling at the dilemma's front No attention To the stasis Of the race at the back of prosperity ... what's the stunt? I want to burn Like a comet Changing cankering visions of white citadels My desires churn The edge of death Skin color brings no solidarity, heart is where the struggle dwells.