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the only place
with proper angles
past rural side markets
purchased candy baked beans
incessantly irresistible
throw back red & natural locks
pop in dvd/vhs view movies
particularly for some one else
occasionally me
watch as day shadows rise
above refinished shingles
casts at half past three
begrudge how time flies
why it’s barely a stay
when the night is single
plenty laughs there were
parlay inevitable good byes
music seemingly insist
loitering my head from
back stage passes Dwele sings
persistence keeps Michelle Ngdecello
from making a fool of me
discourage melancholy solitaires
ride slopes past nose and cheeks
I find the sinewy refuge
plant myself safely...
worship the nook in his arms
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grown aesthetically
accustomed to blue
twisted mess varied merciless blues
barely lifting my aquamarine head
baying at heaven unmitigated sorrow
asking the most high not to retire me
beseeched condemning my emotions
to this navy sky turquoise dominated hue
must have given omnipotent mercy to
these cries of periwinkle showers
In comes long awaited variegated you
with loves plethora of colors
welcoming into multi-flavored arms
lulling with luke applebutter kisses
quoting heated burnt sienna affections
strolling heroic validated raven shoes
could not refuse your euphonic rainbow
to revel in a bevy of explosive shades
pigments of what I thought escaped
present in my life compliments of you
former native sprung from passionless cools
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before night struck 11:00
anxiety inched one year older
in it’s timeless finesse
in classic manner strung across
the bed thinking of the rude
ness under the stairs
disregard of human privacy
thinking of throwing something
along with the celebratory toys
projected wantonly in the air
loud as ambulance sirens
murder nudged for a dance
but not tonight baby
goal tonight isn’t gettin down with
my get down
somber gestating Soul Brother
number one being done
hand in hand with a Dead President
if I didn’t know better tears
would follow but he did his thang
with the promised resurrection
on his good foot to glory
this world won’t see the likes of him
in this life... not twice
news covering wars
what’s right that the nations survive
another year
babies micro-waved and used for shields
molested like novice burlesque stars
smoking stale cigarettes
hopeful the next twelve
an amulet exegesis of amnesia
meanwhile marathons unified clarity prevails
settling beside ribbons...
under chandeliers of fire crackers...
all night
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Mama Mama
You the downest Mama
Mama wear dat crown
Mama held it down with the brushes
of Yahweh on her right side
Reverently agreeing with the gist
“children are a gift”
A little planting, A little watering
and He will make them grow
Painting with the strokes of her affection
These instruments in her possession
Mixed the wisdom of her palate
fusion of healing juices twisted from
her experienced life without
flinches or regrets of the cards dealt
Etched variable expressions of my
features without the reflections of the price
she had to pay
Having missed the gentle friction of
a Mothers pride against her cheeks
Splashed all her siblings in a parade
with bouquets, moods, attributes
Protection from the dark monochromatic
schemes of her own child hood
I wanna lay down and scream
because certain facets of my life
Didn’t make good to dress her feet
and grace of being first-born
possessed not exact utensils needed
for I would give anything to shower
sparkling finish on her burnished
skin and give her the place that she belongs in
Among dignitaries underneath Sheba's crown
Relentless to sprinkle aloud asking God
to keep making me grow
Mama Mama
You the downest Mama
Mama wear dat crown
Ask that God keep making me sound
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From The Depths
voice of massacre emptiness
only the wind holding against my back otherwise I should tumble
in burning embers
with him a matron enmeshed dusk
with out him I am poignant destitution
banished to brave forces threatening to decapitate
seeking a niche from what is dissected from the grave
alienated any close relationships upon which had embarked novice
without cultivation and careful attention any blossom weeds kills off dead
any possible encounters
promising engagements fall from the blade
life turned inward to revolve around him while he was free to roam
ambling about the earth as he pleased
scathed by malevolent restraints of harsh criticism and sadistic sarcasm
eventually queenly pillars bend down low weeping
constant reincarnation of failures no gladiator withstands pressures against the
sword
as water in an endless drip soon decays and devours… Amen
i used to be a phenomenon of visual dreams…
prayers that can soon be vocal from lips of gratitude
if heart is acquired…
i can be that way again
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Compared expressions of you as
nothing ever will
Treaded outskirts of atmosphere
Intense of culminated proportion
Chameleon Ingrid Bergman stares
beget faceted hours in brood
Pining a slice of affection
Reside my precious jones’s retinas
Pupils behold, widened as oceans
Mere sight share butterflies
Glides acrobatic feats
Discreet rituals where sensibilities
spill precious savory elixir in opus
Faint cries mustered from guttural core
Wrung out where there lies everything
but nothing more, lover…
My heart do reciprocate
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Sweet day yellow heads
Sweet heads of yellow
standing high on one foot above the earth
kindly sharing paintings of blue and
white sometimes solids in grey watercolors
How do you keep your head such a stunning shade
Borrowing from the sun?
Shouldn’t we have heads of bulbous yellow
Feed strictly from the earth’s garden for fun
Drink refined liquids from the hands of mother nature
Yellow heads all over the world would carry such
a message for everyone
Together we would all be bright
and mellow if we had heads of yellow
Thinking bright thoughts speaking in tongues of brilliance
Golden!
Tucking under nights indigo blanket
Creating a harmonious combination when we peek
Indigo with yellow heads a picturesque way to bring
the closing of the day
My aspiration to become a yellow head
Head of yellow
playing among the vivid bouquet
Greeting the world that way
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i mean...
she loved him up
something awful
rare poignant flower
stagnate above seaweed
leveled bottom feeders
he scooped her quick
cupping her in his hands
once able now crippled
investing in her salve
rubbing and stretching them
loving him up something fierce
he closed his eyes feeling
hypnotized invaded
by the tampering scent of her
over come seized by her petals
fixed steady from the stem
nor wilting to bruises
took full advantage of
seeds protruding middle
with ability to heal
bringing to his knees the
sturdiest man with it’s therapy
he murmured of tedium
once raiment sleeves
turned sand stained yellow film
grew dingy and grim
luster wasn’t plain no more
straightening his collar he
stepped saying she got nothing
more
she got no potion left
her spirit concealed
exhilarated jubilation as
wide as a canyon she wasn’t wronged
after loving him up strong
she still loved that man up strong
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Comprehension be beyond blue?
Then I am cobalt brightness and blue
Then I am blue like indigo clouds and mother galaxy
Then I am blue black tempered in pride and beauty
Figuratively find me beaming each tint
Café au lait child dignified yet lowly
Concealing a crown passed down to share
Represented by sister’s everywhere
Heaven and earth, wind and sea
Rushing corals reefs salty water cleansing wounds
Lifting the phoenix so she continues
Ascends until she realizes she really doesn’t need me
In a sense
The wind beneath opulent wings
My warrior queen decked in navy armor, stainless brilliance
Opulent word brings me to the brink of nerves of strengthened steel
Awareness of my seventh house, shining star
Completes my elements until cognizant I don’t
need her in every sense but need her some how
Then we are cobalt all brightness and blue
We are blue like indigo clouds and mother galaxy
We are blue black tempered in beauty and pride
Wings of angels we have yearned to fly
into yonder distant wild
Darker than blue
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Voices
Altitude don’t phase muses
Zenith surpass satellites trips
Taken drags of mars
Generated telepathy
Drawn myriad admirers
Summoned desert skies
Spelled out in cloud
Transcend the material
Hitching rides on the stellar
What ev-a
It waits for your queue
Universe pays obeisance
in the stride of your step
What stirs you in her
Makes the mouth water
Delectable as Jamaican
Culinary soul food
Simultaneous of each side
Of the world rock in yours
Attraction to character at
the speed of a meteorite
In the center of the earth
You are the mythical man
Courageously naked across
Nomads land
Cause you’re real with it
One day I plan to understand
What master plan devised
Schematic I must follow
What universe must I scour
To reach this elevation
If there is hesitation to
liberate on currents
Present ticket for air fare
Send me where the spirit prevails
Deep from gritty crux
Where voices seek formation
As birds do in v’s… sailing
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