Doors slam, windows crack, letter flap inhales a fatal
wind.
Breastplate rusty dragon bearing scars.
House keys, credit cards, raybans close to hand.
Faux fur on the rack for noble bounty,
footnotes to a chapter without end.
Wistfully I crane my neck in peril,
finger marks on carbon black hand rail,
sprightly dash o’er slippy granite steps.
Odour eaters clog my leather shoes beyond endurance.
Butterflies somersault in tummy.
Elm tree barnet‘s awkward wooden stump.
Wheelie bin begging for collection at short notice.
Bin tag compass grazed.
Crack of dawn ghost ship’s uncanny horn blast.
Metaphor or tip off for deaf ears.
Egg shell clouds that dance on distant peaks
quaintly beckon.
Despite my better judgement I press on.
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Date posted : 17 th December 2021
Categories:
carbon black, art, august, birth, care,
Form: Narrative
Child of black skin
You're crushing on the silent wind
With words beneath your smile
Emollients that softens your lips
Colourful,
as summer's day
Eyes so slick beneath that ink
The soot that thickens and darkens your lashes
The vision beautified through your enhanced lashes
Carbon black that defies your fair skin
The roots that run deep
The dark melanin skin
That genes keep
Child of black skin
You're blushing at
a restless road
And winds that kisses your skin
Its current caresses your hair
Embrace the glitter that sparkles
When you flick the hair off your shoulder
Nobody is perfect
But pretense looks good on you
The cap you wear boosts your confidence
Synthetic
You're conditioned to believe that
Embrace the knots
and curls
on your scalp
Child of black skin
You are walking into reality
Your ample figure
A perfection that could inspire a sculptor
Sensually appealing
A leashed morality
Words sharper than scalpel
They don't define you
You define your self
With your ample
figure yourself
and embrace it
Copyright 2018 Itux
Categories:
carbon black, beautiful, beauty, black african
Form: Free verse
I am the winter, '97,
A snow storm rising,
Armageddon.
Yet, I am the autumn's call,
A gentle breeze,
The orange fall.
Still, my swirl of auburn leaves,
Turn carbon black,
Beneath the trees.
And though I crave the summer's kiss,
My dreams belong
To icy bliss.
I am the storm cloud in it's prime,
My heart and soul
Is wintertime.
Categories:
carbon black, beauty, depression, loneliness, lust,
Form: Personification
Expectant feel
In dark of night
Lips squeezed to seal
“gainst words held tight
Pregnant silence
mayhaps born of fear
No words or whispers
Caress one’s ear
Black glove of velvet
Holds tight the hush
Of careless words
In callous crush
Peace hides deep
In quiet’s keep
Yet shares it’s lair
With fear
Silence…ominous…
Peaceful, deep
Sparce…voluminous
Carbon black in mystery steeped
Creature of comfort?
“thing” to fear?
What tis this “silence”
That we e’er need to hear?
Tis composed of stardust
Of dark matter deep
That cradles our trust in
Quiescent quest of sleep
Categories:
carbon black, imagination, introspection, mystery, words,
Form: Rhyme
Maroon boy, you must go home now
Go walk naked in your tropic sun
And scan the bush for the wild sow
And test your youth in the jarring run
Go to your woodland and recall
Every bush and tree by its name
Listen to hear a mango fall
And smile when the poinsettia flame
This is too noisy a place, child
The cars cough their carbon black as night
Into my lung, I am defiled
By secret waves humming with red light
Or invisible as bad ghosts
Churning my cells to sickness and death
These cities are frail frantic hosts
And the children here, are full of fret
Maroon boy, you cannot stay here
The wilderness calls you over there.
Categories:
carbon black, nature
Form: Verse
Love is the nature of the Phoenix, reborn of flame,
Incinerated down to ashes, raised to live again;
Soaring skyward from the fire, indolent of dying,
Spreading wings to rule the ether, immortal, ever flying.
Burning brighter than the stars, more blinding than the sun,
Turning tides more than the moon, space and time as one;
Breathing oxygen of ecstasy, creating life and limb,
Forging angel souls in harmony, a sole, collective hymn.
Over seascapes and the mountains, over barren desert plain,
Through the tyranny of sorrow, through the gravity of pain,
In the darkest heart of chaos, in the deepest thrall of night,
Flies and burns with such divinity, such uncorrupted sight.
This predestined force of Eros, this pervasive tidal wave
Surges sacred in the bloodstream, shakes the substance of the grave,
Is the all consuming lion, is the sacrificial lamb,
Is the sustenance of ages, is the beating heart of man.
Love is the nature of the Phoenix, reborn of Gods,
Bestowed upon the mortal coil, in synchrony, at odds;
With the clarity of diamond or the carbon black of coal,
Beauteous marriage in collision of the heart, the mind and soul.
Categories:
carbon black, inspirational, life, love, mystery,
Form: Verse