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Premium Member Silver Stitches on Sapphire Waves

Her three tall masts pierce through the gray,
Where swells of sapphire rise and fall;
She rides the deep in grand display,
Answering the high sea's wild, cold call.

Her canvas full, each sail blown tight,
Stretched firm beneath a heavy breeze,
She carves her way with graceful might,
Across the rolling, restless seas.

With rhythmic ease, the waters swell,
And lift her dark frame toward the sky,
While white-capped crests surrounding tell
Of rolling deeps as she glides by.

From high atop the crow’s nest railing,
A lookout spots gray shadows near—
A pod of whales, majestic, sailing
Beside the hull without a fear.

At helm stands Captain Jack, steadfast,
His weathered hand upon the wheel,
Reflecting on her storied past
And every seam of iron and steel.

Born in the fires of sea-bound lore,
Rebuilt from ash, reclaimed from fate,
The Black Pearl haunts the coast once more,
A ghost of legend, proud and great.

Premium Member Black Currency

black coins hiss in the sun~
courage gleams where fear was spun

Black Vulcan Up dah!

You waited in line
Cause your we're
Next
That's an idea
l situation I am told

What shiney ain't
For me me
Cause I am dull
And spent
Excuse me Sir
Is that gold
I reckon I 'll
Just mossey
Along quote'en
Them words to
That cuss word song
By the way
All that glitter ain't gold


What want from me
Cause he so po'
Get his checks from
His chore 
That ain't no money
That's tween me and you
Talking rich and acting poor
Got your Gal out acting like-ah
Whore: talking bout 
place we go knee high I q!

Ya'll know the sequence y'all 
Meet her in spring 
She pregnant in fall
Pappie someone's else's 
Niegh I go I ate ooh ooh!

That's how it is
Ain't nothings changed
Oh the ancient
Still arrange
Talking in tongues  when
Sunday morning comes
Freaking fellas
By the time the service
Is through
Snitching in like gals
Current and future bride
Tryna make everyone say
Quasi motto neigh IQ


LEVELING UP

From childhood 
To adulthood 
Many things we faced
Before we overcome 
Emerging who we are today 
Some mistakes 
We don't want to repeat 
Because it keeps us in the pit.

Mistake repeated 
Are lessons forfeited 
Mercy after forgiveness 
Is not useless 
All we practiced 
Because we ain't perfect 
Rapid growth our goals 
Always finding a way to be on top

We don't want to be 
A result of our society 
Because it comes with insults 
Standing out wasn't easy 
But we always hold 
Tight to our dreams 
Steadily believing even when 
The odds are against us
That one day we'll triumph.

Domestic

I do the washing
i don't say anything

I half to cook
& I wont talk back

The mom
mame'

the wife
Ms. Sheila

I do it all
every night

everyday
it never gets old

when I'm nervous
I take pills

he hits the wall
It never fails

He's dad
He's mad as hell

He wont stop
he is a husband

I carry the rings
I needle alone

Where are the kids
in the rom?

We must accomplish more
We are never separated

when will it stop
when he is gone'

That's when ill be gone
gone home with my mamma'

Premium Member When the revolution comes

The Last Poets
“When the revolution comes,”
Politicians whispered sweet lies,
promising dreams that were never theirs,
while streets echoed with dreams denied,
and voices drowned in blood-stained hope.
Economies built on the backs of the weak,
wealth for the few, while many stayed silent,
coins of gold pooled, but hearts went cold,
hands reached out but never united.
The Last Poets rhymes like Hymns
echoing in alleys,
fingers snap,
feet tap,
words meet the pulse,
the Congo thump lifts hearts,
raw and real,
hip-hop’s roots grow deep—
But what has changed,
in this swirling maze?
Do we still speak the truth,
shout over sirens,
dream beyond the neon flash,
with wide eyes,
still fighting, still asking,
for justice in our sound,
each voice a note,
every story a song?


Premium Member Smile Than Cry

Humble sunflower
Humble smile
Smile with grace
Smile with pride
Pride is the devil
Pride is power
Power in showing up
Power in not giving up
Up with the dead 
Up with the living
Living with revelation
Living with werewolves
Werewolves are sheep
Werewolves are real
Real silver 
Real stars
Stars give guidance
Stars give light
Light up the world 
Light shines on money
Money for me 
Money for you
You have choices 
You can love 
Love to fight
Love to fly
Fly through time
Fly without wings 
Wings translucent 
Wings never sleep
Sleep talk
Sleep walk
Walk on fire
Walk on the moon
Moon landing 
Moon crash
Crash against the stars
Crash on man
Man made
Man king
King shame
King David
David defeats Goliath
David the artist
Artist struggles 
Artist cry
Cry for joy
Cry for pain
Pain
Joy

Premium Member Emerald Fen's Black Mountain

The male Hine’s Emerald patrols his cattail fen
low through sedge and seepage
his compound eyes pluck gnats from the air
two yellow bars flash along his thorax
hindwings catch the morning

Chimanimani Mountain mist beads over quartz
the female Rock Threadtail
six black feet braced on the edge
her wing tilted toward the sun
eyes—black

He misses the gnat
darts, veers, halts midair, pivots

his ommatidia fixed on her raised wing
smitten, his heading shifts

the female Rock Threadtail rests above her stream


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Premium Member King of Terrors

Killing with kindness from a dark place
Improvising love forcing a smile on face
Needling white words meant to assure
Greetings heard but not felt not pure
 
Onyx heart that never skips a beat
From missing spark of love not tenderly

Tears hide behind white winged words
Even narcissist fake kind to be heard
Raping spirits of the blue beautiful ones
Raging you fear it the love of gold sun
Only yesterday gives you any jaded joy
Remembering the good filling a void
Salty as kiss of abyss meant to destroy

Premium Member Gaslighting

Green envious words set on fire
Ambitious absurd crazy with desire
Salty teal tears that cut like shears
Licorice fears blackened by years
Improvised strength in indigo words
Grossly exaggerated like flight of bird
How high it soars without your jealousy 
Till you shoot it down committing felony 
Instead of being wind of encouragement 
Needing a win you embrace then lament 
Gorging selfish spirit lacking red repents

Black snow

I love how deep your eyes are 
and the spark they have in them
I love how big and your smile is 
and the way it gets me
I love your thick, dark and curly hair 
and how they move with you 
I love your delicate soft hands 
and how warm they are when you hug me
I love how caring you are 
and always ask how I am doing 
but above all i love the feeling i have 
when I am around you 
and even the feeling i have 
when I think about the fact 
that I’am never going to have you 
but I’m always going to love you

Motionless

Mother Earth seems at times motionless as it spins and tilts.
We cannot see the wind as it blows by.
Just as the blood that flows through our veins. 
These are things we cannot see that seem to be motionless. 
Some of us have our arms and legs but cannot seem to move.
Just like a deer that stands in the road that wants to run but is motionless too.
Yet each and every one of us thinks that we are moving at a high rate of speed.
Who's to say what is moving and what is more. In just the time that you have read or heard this were you moving or were you motionless?

My Memory of the Moon and Rain

I have a memory, somewhere in my head.
It's cold, it's dark and I am all alone.

I look at the stars, see the bright one on the right,
The one we saw together before you made me sad.

I taste the salt of my tears, that are diluted by the rain,
Which way do I go, I just don't know as I wander up and down.

People pass, nudging and bumping, I'm invisible nobody see's me,
There's nothing in my head just darkness,, then a flashing light.

I spin, or do I? Is it the world or my mind turning around?
Then suddenly I see much clearer, I'm not stuck, I'm free.

I know just what to do, I've finally decided,
I don't spin, I stride, I know now just where I am going.

The black river rushes beneath the bridge, foaming in whirlpools going so fast,
I stand on the bridge, I look up at the moon, I jump I am floating down as the river covers me!!

Premium Member One More Black

Wednesday night and it's 10:15 
The Mets won and Alcaraz is beating Faria 
I had just lost a game of Pinochle
But I lost to myself- Mama Mia! 
One more glass of black, perhaps 
Will do me a good nights rest 
But first I need to beat myself 
To prove- that I am the best
Win or lose- I don't care 
As long as I play it right 
Just one more glass of black for me 
And then, to all, I say... Good night
 
Sweet dreams... sleep tight 
And do hope tomorrow... you see the light!

A MESSAGE TO THE NEXT GENERATION

This is a message to the next generation 
Take it slow now, one step at a time 
But don't remain stagnant 
There's always the right time
To do anything 
When the time is not right, you have to wait 
That's why patience is the key to success.

Whatever you're doing 
Take your time 
Don't let pressure, push you out of line
When you rush it
You might be depressed or you'll live in anxiety
Those you're trying to impress 
Won't give you a dime, so take your time.

I'm talking out of experience 
To react is not to act
Things forced, are forgery
They never last
If you no endure, you no go enjoy 
Isaiah 60 vs 22
When the time is right 
I the Lord will make it happen
Be patient; take your time.

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