A Gift and A Curse

A gift and a curse I see each flicker of eye lash
each dart of vision, twitch of fingers
and look boy listen, I am not a game to be toyed with
something to tease on a whim, I am a full-fledged woman
who sees your game as it begins.
I have been down a road or two and unlike you,
I reflect on where I have come and when it is all done
I will not make the same mistake twice.

When I see you on the street I may make nice,
but that does not mean I forgive or forget
when all is said and done what did you really get
a twist of your hand and wrist to resist
ever having to look in the eyes and kiss
a woman who might expect for you
to step back and reflect,
a moment by moment tool
caught in your own demise, fool.

I wish for you peace and freedom
to look at your pain and begin
to decipher what manifests in your life
to realize you create your own strife
of broken hearts and lonely beds
of anger and choices to defend
your darting eyes as you pretend
that girl is not your unrequited love,
but your friend.

I will go on, I always do
dust myself off, take a moment or two
walk on down the road to greener views
appreciate having known you
for no relationship is a mistake
this one was a momentary escape
from life’s heavy burdens
sometimes it’s easier to pull back the curtain,
hide from the light, stand on the cliff
imagine the flight.

Greater in Blanket Than the Sum of Its Parts

A mist of clarity covers my skin,
opalescent dewdrops and rainbow prisms
upon the hair of my arms
millions of molecules create rows and canyons
not visible to your eyes.
I feel this layer, the wet sheen
greater in blanket than the sum of its part.
Silver, copper ribbon - I glow,
look into your eyes and I know
you see it all through rain and the fall,
only a moment in our lives,
it won’t be like this all the time.
You have the grace to love me through any insanity
that might smear away our nature,
turns rainbow dew drops to muddy fingerprints
and I give you my torrential rain shower
of tears and laughter, we grow this life together.

Take the Deep Breath Curled

Everyone wants a piece of me
the love and tits of me
to feed and nurture insecurity
everyone wants the mother and peace of me
no one has the decency
to lean in, take the deep breath curled
pain and softness unfurled in me.
Take the meat of me
the marrow, sweet spirit,
sour and divine of me
with tears, see bravery
the blood and sweat to see
where this insanity leads, just me.

Going Another Way

Sit down, a moment’s peace
God is outside lighting up
her frown erased by silver shadows
cast from clouds above
set-down in this place
fantastical reality in the window,
distracts, drawing my breath in quivering
blooming fire breath caught
erase the past transgressions.

Lunacy, Transparent From Above

Sweat glistens, a sheen blankets
dew upon a meadow spreading
luminescent shimmer
and the stillness is deafening
a calm settles, forms a rise and fall
as rhythm emerges, breath quakes.

Cosmos fragments basted,
limbs asunder become
lightning manifesting thunder
a deluge decants vibrations
fragrant and languid vapor
as sonorous stirring settles.

Shudder, scarcely exchange
visions on the brink
lunacy, transparent from above
carved haze, a channel
tongues unspoken for an eternity
held aflame on spears of destiny.

Thread Bare

For a golden moment
I thought I would fly
on silken threads of sunlight,
clouds falling behind me in layers
shadows drawn away,
like clothes upon the floor.

Step away from night into dawn
circling light brings darkness again
and I am caught in the threads
bare to the night and my dreams.

The Weight of Fire Burns

Playing with fire is the game I know best
holding the flame of licentious thought
lead weight upon my chest,
scanning the crowd for beauty and heart
wondering who will take part
follow my rules; choose me for a revolution
a chance part in a mirrored evolution
think outside the box
lay down upon the forest moss for talks
of universes, fingers wrapped tight around hair, locks.

The weight of fervor burns in my soul
turns a shambled life into ashen coal,
I speak of needs with worry and stress
but dreams come so easy, let me see you undress
your soul upon forest floor
peel back your skin, give me gore
our physical form is just a door
to our inner core that always wants more.
I hold the key on immoral brass ring
to momentary peace inside these things
dangled for us like yarn or string
claws retracted,
and what you think is attraction
is just a distraction
from the work you need to do.

Tune In

I am not trying to create some sort of lifestyle
my head is tuning-in to another dial.
I embrace sedition until a trial by fire
and the turpitude of your servitude
fills my mouth with bile.

I turn away, but your image I file
into my mind - drilled, the immense magnitude
of your liaison fair attitude
leaving carnage in the wake of your blunders
pretending to be some sort of transcendental wonder
when all I want to do is break free and fall under
the radar before a cut by the rudder.

Beguiled by your need to compile
things and people into an organized pile
of ownership, then carry out your denial
that you played any part in your own hostile
game of life filled with false pretense and artistic style.

I gaze and I wonder at your images, amazed
how you can live with yourself in a haze
of smoke and vanity convinced that it had to be
the only way. Evolve or break free,
one day you might have the power to see
all the good that would have come from you and me.

Fodder for my mental appetite,
with dreams and wishes I hold tight
to push through this fight
you aggravate and tempt me with your utter silence
and all the while it is heavy, laden with pretense.

I Stand With CeCe McDonald

I stand with Ce Ce McDonald
in this life to make art
doesn’t matter what’s between your legs
what matters is in your heart.

All our lives are political choices
we need to work together
to give all the people voices

Bring water to Sub-Saharan Africa
. . . and Detroit
stop Ebola in Nigeria
don’t treat it like a choice.

Break-up the pandemic of grease covered politic
take back our system, inject
sanctity in unity, passion without sin
love . . . in logic.

I stand with Ce Ce McDonald
in this life to make art
doesn’t matter what’s between your legs
what matters is in your heart.

Unlock it;
don’t bury the best of our days
save the child-bride slaves
speak-up for Ferguson
don’t let the police turn us in.

Friends or enemies
see the gray space of us
the life, the dust the trust.
Flip-over your tags
see what you are made of.

Children in China earning a dime on your lack of love
your need for a bargain
advertising jargon
there you go dipping into the lard again.

We need to start breaking down the lines
of people we want to be and those we want to idolize,
people we want to know
or those we want to blow.

Let people be grow
and show their heart to us
be parents I dare us
to show-up, blow-up our hearts with love.

Be brave enough to teach our children
that the sword
has no power over the dove.

All life we see is sacred trust
from humans to organism in the dust
birthed from the riverbed
get our ass out of the proverbial bed
stop revering dead figureheads.

Jump in the water, we’ll dive
ride the tidal wave to keep us alive
I don’t have a lot to give
but what I’ve got I’ll share to live
under this starry dome
on this blue boat home.

I stand with Ce Ce McDonald
in this life to make art
doesn’t matter what’s between your legs
what matters is in your heart.

 

Retreat

Do we watch while we lie secrets by our side
enemies, side lines, we divide
call it ISIS call it US
there’s no difference
war is colorless, relentless, leaves evidence
lack of humanity, we become a travesty
lost potential in our temple.
We need to retreat, become transcendental
remove the guise of mental
aptitude disguising servitude
as it drowns with our superior attitude.