That No Good Massa So-And-So

 

 

as I lie against the hard and cold ground
my face expresses my despair
showing nothing but a hard and cold frown.
i'm haunted by this screechingly uneasy and evil sound.
i hear the pleas---
screams of MY woman echoing all throughout the darkness of the night.
being beaten,
raped,
tortured and tormented
made helpless- unable to fight by
that no good massa so-and-so!!
hell, he think just cause he white
that he can take MY woman
and hell he think just cause he white that he can rape MY woman.
taking her from my arms at all hours of the night
and i cant even protect her from harm
cause in my heart, i know im afraid to fight.
breaking her down
opening her two knees
so that she may give pleasure to and please...
that no good massa so-and-so!!
the way he always making me look down.
the way he always making me look like a fool,
treating me like a clown.
always making me crawl beg and plead for his little bit of mercy.
secretly crying at night
cause he makes me bleed,
ooooooh it hurts me
it hurts me so deep,
deep inside.
remembering i watched as my father cried.
and i wondered
'why daddy,
why wont you save us from this beast?
why daddy,
why wont you stand up like a man so that we,
your family can have peace?'
and now i see that same look in my sons eyes.
living the life of a slave,
you're nothing but despised.
and i am as my father before me
reminded 'why?' daily!
that answer races through my head
with every lash of the whip...
i wish i were dead!
that no good massa so-and-so!!
i wanna wrap my black hands around his scrawny white throat
and shake and shake until i feel his neck break!
and squeeze the very breath of life from his thin-lipped face
as i watch and listen to him gasp and beg
and his eyes rolled back into the center of his head!
i wanna kill him!
i wanna see him dead!
cause HE made me this way!
a boy,
a fool,
a nigger,
a slave!
a slave to work the fields all day and all night
and all night and all day!
HE made me ashamed!
and if anything goes wrong, im always the one to be blamed!
he made me afraid to look him in his cold,
ugly, blue eyes.
cause he knew i would see straight through all of his little white lies!
massa soandso told us, us slaves were here to fulfill HIS every wish and to do HIS will.
i see now he told us that just to make us better slaves and easier to kill.
that no good massa so-and-so!!!
he sold my first two children as soon as they were born;
a son and a daughter.
from my and my wives arms,
they were stolen, torn.
the look in their eyes was as lambs being led to their slaughter.
and when i pray to the good massa jesus,
i ask him please massa please free us!
unanswered go my prayers.
makes me wonder if the good massa jesus even cares.
makes me wonder if the good massa jesus even hears...
when i awaken all i see is that no good massa soandso living out my hearts greatest fears!
i dare not speak any of my inner-most thoughts of hatred and anger to one single soul.
my fear, my despair, my anger,
my hatred
make my heart grow cold.
and now my souls' cry for freedom shows in my eyes.
i hate, no, I DESPISE
that white beast!
that savage!
as he now looks at my baby daughter with thoughts in mind to ravage!
i vow i will not sentence my children
or my childrens' children to this life of suffering death!
i will fight with all of my strength
and until my last breath that
no good massa so-and-so!!
and finally i see what must be done.
a voice came with the answer
as blinding as the light of the sun.
the god of my ancestors whispered divine words into my minds inner ear:
'my son, you are a king, a black god!
stand and fight the dragon, have no fear!
I'll show you the reward of your toil on this foreign soil
in cotton and corn dripping in the blood of your open enemy!
Now that you know,
Stand Up!
STAND UP!!
You, not he,
control your destiny!
My son, in the winter of your discontent,
when my peoples' dissatisfaction reaches 100%,
I will command you,your nature will command you ...
rise,
Rise,
RISE UP AND SLAY THE SERPENT!!
THAT NO GOOD MASSA SO-AND-SO!!

Shades of Love

I was so afraid & insecure, forgive me...
I was so dismayed & unsure, deliver me...
And now I'm diving into an ocean
of the shard parts of a broken heart to find loves cure...
Peace of mind,
I have got to find...
you rape my thoughts...
love ought not be like this!
PLEASE STOP!!!!
You don't have to take them they are all yours!
I swear!
This brutal indifference I CAN NOT BARE!

Can you
Love me
regardless of my Self?

Can you
Love me
unguarded even if it means your death?

Can you
Love me
wholeheartedly, with the pieces left?
Can you...

You are my eternal bliss
but I get burned repeatedly
each time my eternal wish goes unreturned...
Please, I beg you!
Gently kiss my heart soul mind, with your lips!
Release them from your death-grip!
PLEASE!!!
They are all virgin, you will find,
I've been pious to you! I promise!
Known by no other lover...
seasoned by your fingerprints only,
the chambers of each resound the echoes of only your vibrations...
the sensations of each are only sensitive to your temptations...
DAMMIT does this mean nothing?!
...it means everything to me...
I feel as though my heart is on the brink of a cave in...
With no one to heed my cry,
I cry as the last glimmer of light fades
knowing you are not flying to save me from my sin...
alone I reside, hiding within the shades of your love...
somehow, no longer basking in its iridescent light
but now,
relegated to lurking in the shadows
of its cold effervescent night.
This torture is unrelenting
the pain is unforgiving...
yet addictive its hurts so
good
so good its preventing me from thinking
straight
or even sideways...
or even trying to relay
much less relate to another,
they all wallow in your shadow...
the shallow part of my heart,
the depths of which only you know.

I don't know what to do,
I'm asking you...
could you please free me?
Please?!
Your love tackled me,
knocking me to the floor,
there
my heart remains
shackled to yours...
completedly
inane
depletedly
insane!
PLEASE help me
I'm going crazy!
Babe I can't take this any more!

AlgoRhythm

AlgoRhythm

 

There   is   an  AlKhemical intangible algoRhythm     in the universes                    prism...can  you         see           it...

Reflecting  &  refracting the                spectrum             from black          matters          light

on        the   vast      canvas   of the  cosmos&  back   to  when   theRe            was            no     night    back   to   then  beFore   was   lit,      lights       light... Can     we be   it...

&    all was   pure    in   1ness, sunless,                earthless,

with       only       Nature          as seamless                purpose...

Before   You      &         I       spoke 1    verse...

Universal                                          yet universe-less...           All was                    calm,        when...

then   You          & I         played a schizophrenic       game...

declared     You &   I are not to    be     Same...                    this         decision                         equaling      division             sequeling   a      colossal           collision     &                    mix      betwixt       You &  I...

Can    you   feel   it...

This    peaceful       picture painted,           now      out        of focus    breaking        beyond the     borders          of frame.

Can       you see        it...

beautifully            blurred,

mutually                                                   in             erred...                haplessly,

disillusioned        by      our

simultaneously       

orgasmic              illusion,

This     desperateness       of separateness, I   kNow  it to     be   eroding  our      very Being,   blinding   us    from seeing     we    no        longer x  & + but % & -    to  find  our way back  to  to  get back     that

I    still        can       recall     a time                   you'd               swirl galaxies     as    you   danced

to    the       beat of   my hands drumming...&      we       would laugh     at our      universes echoes  humming discreet secrets     of      desire         we whispered        from                 its distant       corners,     eons prior...Let     us                        re

Member     that      fondness,

That              oneness               that fueled              our      passion, Creation                      &   ignited                  stars,                         Imploding          black holes&       exploding  quasars.                            Can you, can               we        be    it...

Come                   on, baby...

Breaking           from             this game, its        endured           as long    as    it  was meant to,

awaking from this dream,

its ensured that     we    are meant to...                                     Be.

I        dare not     shake you to wake you     for in                      our worlds      collide     is     how we           first                                  died,

I    care    not     scream WAKE

UP!  for in       your slumber

it may        seem out of pitch

& deteriorate the  fabric of          our very    make up...

But, I   command        the        me that     is       you to:               BE!

Kun faya kun! Manifest & exist from    this  fleshly presence!

Present the   present       of your     present!

 

Here!                                              

 

Now!

 

And  like  the  dawning   of the             last    sunrise...

She      opened her  eyes...

A Waking Reality

Pristine hours of morn-
they mock,
ridicule
even scorn.
For in their bosom
I am seduced by the beast: untruism.
Beguiling me til scattered by waking hours blinding realism.
Alone do I lie
crying outside.
Alone do I lie
dying inside.
For besides her, I have come to see
there is no other to deliver me
from drowning in this sea of misery
flooding forth, my bleeding heart.
Repeatedly
I recollect her silhouette in every part.
Over and over an attempt is made
to silently quote
the words she revealed in personal letters and private notes
but they only get muddled in a willing yet unable throat.
Her portraiture still endures to the right/center of my mirror.
SHHHhhhhhhhh.....
listen....
you can hear her voice
every now and again
in the faint yet distinct whistling of the autumn wind,
blowing gently through the trees
ever so slightly rustling the leaves.
It's so hard to believe we're not together.
The promises we made,
I thought they'd last forever.
All the time we spent,
all the places we went,
was it all in vain?!
Destined to end in ruin!?
Am I destined to repeat these scenes in my
memories again
and again?
From our last moments together stretched til 'morrow.
I sit, like swine, wallowing in sorrow.
Back to the time of when we first met.
Dumbfounded as I,
unable to express my sincere regret.
I sit cyphering the days as they fade by.
I sit querying myself that infinitely unresolvable question...
'WHY?'
Often for solace, I take to the sky.
Looking to be lifted up by
the Creators aerial works of wonder,
or to have her voice drowned out by thunder.
To be freed from this stench of pain,
cleansed by the seminal rain.
Alas,
I am unequipped
maybe incapable
of eluding her grasp;
inescapable.
For,
in the day breaking til dawn.
in the horizon- serene, regal.
in the countless stars finely sprinkled across nights vast curtain of darkness
drawn closed over space...
even in these do I descry the noble splendor of her face.

Crests Break Down

CRESTS BREAK DOWN


I'm awakened by the sound

surrounded by ocean ...

in the dead of night,

encircled by fatal fins & waves crashing down

no land or refuge in sight.

Razor-sharp teeth graze me gently,

just as I fade from this world,

I'm awakened
by my submerged enemies to this 'cat & mouse' game.

My arms are heavy, tired & burn...

my legs the same.

My eyes are salted from the sea

& peppered with oasis'
that can not be.

My lungs are filled with blood & water,

each cough empties them & beckons my frenzied slaughter.

I think I think I hear...
music,
a rhythm...

confusing bliss with this twisted decision-

Should I just give up, give in & accept or continue?

A mantra set to repeat in my mind.

I spy another icy wave in my hind-view...

And I kNow this is it...

in seconds it'll crest,
break & crash back down

like the sound of a crescendo,

the strength to resurface,

I have not found...

Damn...

Ok...
fuck it...
you had a good run...

let it go, it's not yours to hold, sinking...

let it go, it's not yours to hold, sinking...

let it go, it's not yours to hol... thinking...

hold on!

Why does this feel like being born,

torn from life or ripped from deaths grip?

I cant tell the difference anymore.

In every ending there is beginning,

a cycle spinning,

immersed in this ocean of hopeless freedom & emotion

struggling to surrender is to beat them,

a novel notion,

to be life's willing victim

easier said than done & even easier still written...

swimming with the current or against the tide

just to let go & flow
submit to the ride

without fear or jubilation to host

The Conductors wand dancing to protean oration,

we are but orchestral instruments to the cosmos

after the overture...

we play to a full consciousness,

the curtain closes to a
thunderous standing ovation.


You hear that beat...
a faint rhythm?

I hear music...

in life,

out death,

in birth,

out breath

*love*

in breath,

out birth,

in death,

out life...

shits a dream,

for real.

Infinite Minutes

Infinite Minutes

Minute by infinite minute
I mentally masturbate
to my memories of making love to you...
even though those memories are but a few short fantasies, ...
no sort of reality is more real than this feeling I still feel...
my destiny's enveloped in your sublime light,
flash-frame still shots of each night
developed in my minds blind hind site
set to a cascading slideshow
in sync to a soundtrack of
layers-deep torn scratches
& bites on the brink of letting,
getting no notice til next morn...
pants & moans;
muffled but leaking through lips/teeth clinched so tight,
peering down at you as you lick your lips so,
so right,
like...
that slight sliver of time between the crystallized thought
of how I just have to telepathically scream your name
... of how you passionately fight to remain or at least fain
being tame but secretly lust
to do the same
& when it erupts,
coming forth from our lungs
with enough
centrifugal energy
intimately connecting to that center G,
inner qi
synergy
flowing going into you/into me
to make this earth quake...
damn,
no wonder your legs shake...
Yeah,
minute by infinite minute,
I still mentally masturbate
to my memories of making love to you.

offBEAT heartBEAT

offBEAT heartBEAT

as i close my eyes
I begin to clap offbeat,
the vibrations created link
in sync to the heartbeat of life ...
as the resonance of its dissidence radiates
to complete the 360ciph
as I meditate 7 fold
& medicate heavens soul,
it becomes 1 with the whole...
contained & controlled
yet dispersed throughout this 1 verse
singing like a cosmic hymn
beating like the cosmic drum
shining like a cosmic gem
ringing like the cosmic hum
resonating from within
taking me back to where I’m from....
Each hollow heart beat echoing the birth...
Each hollow hearts beat echoing the birth...
Each hollow heart beats echoing the birth...
Each hollow hearts beats echoing the birth...
I follow the baseline like 741 breadcrumbs from the galactic womb & run
back to my earthly tomb,
back to my heart,
back to the earth,
back to my heart,
back to the earth,
back to my heart... beat...
With each back step I take
a field of forces gravitate then circulate
at 528 this force field created generated
particles accelerated as if caught in a black hole....
I lent her my consciousness as we embraced in this dance
Trapped in HER (et)HER,
I locked myself
in praying mantis meditation stance
for 144000 generations/awakening at dawn
to catch the 1st rays of my
2nd days sunrise
in my 3rd eye
Now... I’m ready to rule.

zEROtOtHE4THpOWER

zEROtOtHE4THpOWER

~I just found a very small place in my mind
where 'I' rhymes with 'time'
where this black mole on my face
reflects a black h0le in space...
with a 9ether hair spiraling 4th,
in reality is a galaxy
I
AM
I'm rEv0lving yet perfectedly
constant & neutral
& still
& yet & still expanding to fill
feels like room-temp water tastes
to go to a place never ventured 4th be4,
to walk through a door never entered be4 with no j0y or fear,
no regret or anticipation
just patiently pacing in place
I’ll get there in
time
I'm thinking about kN0wing
that the ever-evolving n0w is all that was,
is
or will be is flowing 4th
did I mention my nationality =
4th dimentionality, see
there’s a c0de,
a kind of an equation itching in my s0ul imagination,
sum sort of a formula forming fraction to whole…
I’ve been dissolving on solving
since since
had kNow meaning…
since my eYe burst open in the darkest ocean
&
shed earths 1st tears to sea...
since be
4 consci0usness calcified
& the dream of life
awakened then died
4th whence immortality's physicality
was perpetually petrified
having no n0/ledge of
having
ever
lied...
having kNow being
to see, be seen or watch seeing
no feeling of feeling free
from even the dealings of feeling
the cost-
l0st
value-
askew
fee-
syphoning soul from me
only to be
returned back to
Self.
Truly, the I beholds All but its wealth~

Remember When...

Remember When...

Remember when
I asked
at our outset
for us to set out to remove our masks...
loved to lover
and reveal the innermost unto,
one to another?

Remember when
I declared
you to have a blank slate
in my eyes, in my heart
& only requested the same
on your part?

Remember when
we agreed
the only way we would succeed
is if our mutual mission
was based in the conviction that
for better or worse
everything in our universe
would evolve into oneness
first
&
foremost?

Remember when
you stated
however this life be fated
you were mine:
body
heart
mind...
and that if we could just find the way
you know
our love would grow exponentially
day
to day?

Remember when
we concurred
that neither of us
was new to relationships in erred,
that we're done being conquered
or even conquering
but our hearts yearn to sing...
our souls thirst to dance...
in balance?

You remember?
Do you?
Ok, Im just making sure...
Well, What the hell happened??!
Cuz...
I remember when
familiarity did not breed contempt
I remember a short time ago
when familiarity didn't equate to
jealousy
insecurity
disunity
or even tempt the ego.
Feelings frozen frigid
& battlelines etched, cracked & rigid
deeper than skin
deeper than this hole of
defensive linguistic stances &
posturing pretenses masked as
happenstance...
we find ourselves in...
dark, dank
desolation...
Not exactly what we,
in our age of dedication & devotion,
conceded to when we entertained the notion of
isolation...
You remember…?
our own secret island
where we were free to run wild &
leave all their lies
the rush of relief
once awakened eyes dawn
from nights thief...

I remember.
I remember...
I re
member them
like pieces to a grandiose puzzle 
with each connection
I am intoxicated by this remembrance
& its reflection
& the more drunk I get
with nips, sips & guzzles
it helps me forget
that remembering
is all I have.
I remember...
Copyright ©2013

Tandava

I dance
my Tandava dance
to heal,
 laughing all the while...
 the world burns
with each turn
I turn
 Creation face,
 revealed.
 Kali, paramour
 take my hand,
as I take yours,
 come to me.
 I lead, you follow
 in this cosmic dance we dance...
Her quick-witted quips flutter, higher
as loves 3rd I-lashes shutter by
enchanted incantations of butters fly
whipping from her tongue,
the blood from her lips dripping fueling first fire
& extinguishing earths ashes
 The last thing they want...
 is
The first thing they need...
 to see
 is you
romantically enhancing,
 intrinsically dancing
 with me...
 I twirl my girl as she hurls the world,
 we kick so high to the constellations in the sky
 stomping stardust from our barefeet
 with each step back to the earth
So deep
 cracking mountains
erupting volcanos
surfing tornados
 birthing diamonds
 I find them embedded in her
 hips,
 Im entranced by the way she shakes...
amazed to this day from that
&
then we spin & spin
 to the rhythm within
 galaxies to atoms
 til we ascend...
only returning as I
dip her beyond her depths
 til she turns back to Self
 & re
 Members that we are our secrets
& where we are kept...
 Truly, 'Ma
All this world's a stage.
 All of life's a page
 in a book
 on a shelf
 of a case
 in a row
 on an isle
 in a library
 of lies buried
 of truths realized
 of meditating silence
 of medicating wholeness
 of blank pages unfolded
 & read aloud
 the Exalted exhalation's utterance
 is rebirth of that-which was never
 dead just
 recycled, instead
 every breath allowed is as ocean to cloud
 never permitted to die
 ever afflicted to cry
 never inflicted to lie
 ever insistent to fly...
 this instant to try...
 this instant
 this instant
 this instant of time
 where I Be-Comes I'm
 this instant
 so full of potent potentialities
 where I Be-Comes I'm
 they marvel at ALL the things that could be...
 echoing
growing into an eternity of things that would be...
kNowing
flowing into an insanity of things that should be...
 But, All I am
 I'm
 doing
 is
dancing
 my Tandava dance
 to heal,
 laughing all the while
the world burns...

... is what I read on her lips

 

She is there
in the darkness...
I can just barely make out her frames
silhouette though...
as the candlelight flickers
& reflects off her red patent leather
stilettos
and I know
what she wants...
I know why she's been waiting
patiently anticipating
salivatingly
contemplating...
she contemptuously tempts me
invitingly beckons me...
with her body's language
and all too well, I can read:
'her needs = my passion'
its agreed,
the fires ignite
she concedes her delightful will to my
desire for thrashing
beads fashion as her mouth drips
from each corner as she licks her lips
from the mere thought of my presence
of body's heat radiating my essence
of my breath seducing the hairs on her
necks nape
she is my willing slave
& she never wants to escape
& she never will!
I have her now & forever!
Splendidly twisted,
sadistically gifted…
Seductively, I  toy with her mind
the blissfully contoured lifts & dips of
her spine
send me in a romancing trance
I lead as she follows in this dance we
dance...
I lose my grip on space & time,
as I grip her waist
from behind
She lunges back as I plunge forth
to find her kundalini...
ahhhhhhhhhhh...
there
it
is...
that sweet tingly spot
in the corner of east & north...
her energy rises higher & higher
so high I
see flashes sorta’ like the aurora
borealis
of her aura
emanating from her py.RA.mid-like palace
as it wraps itself about my obelisk-like
phallus....
So enthralled by this soul-quenching
rush of lust;
the feel of handcuffs cold steel cutting
into her wrists;
the stinging kiss of my palm against her
bare ass cheeks;
not to mention the tight tension of
chains restraining &
binding her arms behind…
the passion in her full hips,
I’m addicted to like she- the lash of the bullwhips,
we both so afflicted by this pleasure of
pain
inflicted by this Kings royal scepter
formed like a iron rod by God
and this Queens royal chamber,
I swear it's about to drive me insane,
with its walls; silken pink
laced in velvet
pure and creamy like whipped milk
I trace the imprint of her skin-tight corset
with my tongue, lips & teeth...
I take savoring sips of the emphatically
sensuous pants and moans
sporadically
leaking from her clinched lips
in syncopation to her angelic body's
cascading angulations
her nymphatic twists and turns are the
tantalizing gifts I yearn
with the power to blur my minds lines of
reality...
I'm hypnotized into a fallacy
my eyes; entranced as I watch her hips
dance
to a chorus of bites & squeals
scratches & screams...
Like fine whines
they only get louder with time. . .
The sinfully scented, peppered & minted
drops of sweat, we marinate in
I am intoxicated by the serenading presence of
her effervescence;
relentlessly ravaging
savagely feasting
pleasingly releasing this beast within
in her in each earthquaking shake,
thrusting stroke
One hand on the headboard,
the other
on
her
throat
gently for a time but then
I begin to choke
She says, ‘Are you trying to kill me?’
I think, ‘Do you have to ask?’
Her tears cascade down her cheek to the
pillow below
All I can do is laugh...
attempts at gasping, I feel in my palm
just as I loosen my grip she tightly grips my forearm...
'Don't stop! Harder!'
is what I read on her lips...
'Don't stop! Harder!'
is what I read on her hips...
'Don't stop! Harder!
Loving you is a battle &
I wanna to die as your martyr!'
...is what I read on her lips
...is what I read on her hips
...is what I read on her lips
...is what I read on her hips

Copyright Date 2010

Akasha

She sits,
 weaving reality
from my dreams it is spun,
 on that fine line between
what we define as consciousness & 'un'
 Im being seducingly serenaded,
lifted; with her finger to my chin...
 this deep sea syren inducingly parading
 gifted; she casts weighted lines & reels me in...
 singing
songs
sang in my poetic pens 1st person, future-tense,
 She spins words knobbed delicate as webs cobbed,
 each line is a lie(-n) I want out
rehearsing an inescapable pretense...
 trapped in this place I dwell
I kNow too well...
 it is from whence I come &
 it is to thence I go

'Every thing just a thing of everything else...
 the sum part members are never = to the 1 wholes wealth.'

She
enchantingly
chanted, with a smile...
"You
re
 member your lines, I bet...
Don't you...
Cast,
Crew,
 &
Set?"
Beguiling, me...
 Mind racing, now...
 whilst standing in place.
Defiling me...
 Heart pacing, how...
 whilst floating in space.
I have NO CLUE what shes talking about...
lines? cast? crew?
A kinda schizo-
phenic Deja-
vu Lucid-
dream Outta body-
experience caught
in a multi-polar will still, fixed
synesthetic vibrational cocktails mixed
with Virgin Marys Blood, some Kundalini spine venom in them
& a Moonshine spell
not shaken but stirred betwixt crib & casket
the dream between,
sight blurred, speech slurred but trying to mask it
glibly shes weaves me
into her
black matter basket
& I cant get out.
In my minds lapses, it is her I hear
with passionate whisperings igniting each desire,
she ceremoniously places my will to pyre
& as I burn,
mathingly laughing at my every fear,
the smoke & ashes rise higher...
Lines? Sum parts... whole wealth? What Cast? What crew?
 Like my lifes just a movie to view!

'What, is that it? My lifes just a movie to you?!
 WHO
ARE
YOU?!!!!'
 ///////////\\\\\\\\\\\
 YOU?!!!!
ARE
 WHO
 repercusses
 like the Reaper cutting
 repercussions of this sick psycho
sickle
cycles-
 Who
are
you
&
You
are
who?
resounding,
compounding
I found it
sounds like I,
I am 'C'
in an 'A & B' discussion;
I wish I was A...
 I just want to B...
 but both flowing naturally into me,
just wait... like 1 & 2 goes into 3,
you will, C...

From hollows dark, deep
 secrets keep...
 1 whole-sum part
 I am
 addicted to her
dark arts game
 like moth to flame
 like victim to blame
 like victor to shame
 like unalike to same
 we are all drawn
 to what we dawn to,
 pawn to what we fawn,
 ...to what we are drawn
 sketched & contorted convictions
 etched & detoured nocturnal emissions
metaphorically distorted previsions
spiritually cropped religions
 invested ingested & sorted admissions
 mentally photo-shopped omissions
scripted prophets are splifted
poets
=
puppets
sequentially hacked & chopped in suspension
 divested digested & aborted decisions
 where even cutting your strings,
wont disrupt a damn thing...
 Dont you see?!
 It's all a part of the climaxing scene...
'CUT & PRINT!'
 'Alright, places everyone, places...
Lets do it one more, 'one more' time.
 either for good measure or
 just to satisfy my egos pleasure...
 Lights, up!
Cameras, rolling!
 Annnnnnndddddd...
ACTION!'

This Poem is not about Love

Tell me,
what would you think
if i took you beyond the brink of ecstasy?
Just you & me...
I can tell you like the way that sounds so
come over here and let me remove your nightgown
with my mouth
I'll take you down south
for a hot and juicy meal
oh, you like it like that baby?
Well, tell me how it feels to give me your all
with your back pressed against this wall...
legs wrapped around my waist as I race
for your matching lace Victoria Secrets set
to take it off
baby, just say it, I'll do whatever I have to get you
hot, wet and soft!!
Like a fiend, you pursue
my boxers made of silk
tasting your nectar
it's as sweet as milk
the sandalwood incense is burning hot
like the intense yearning I have for what you got!
I know all the rules and the name of this game
and I play it well!
hell, I'll let you lead as you proceed to supply me with ALL of my sexual needs!
Ya see, I didn't come to make love
I came to do battle!
Watchin' you stick that ass out and shake it like a rattle!
Damn, I can't wait any longer for you to feed this hunger.
I can think of at least, 10,
11...
12.....
hell 24 positions
I wanna have you in!
Your body is that of a goddess
and I wanna master your religion!
I love it when you please me
I love it more when you tease me.
Tryin' to run away...
girl, you'd be crazy not to stay.
I'll have you climbing to the ceiling
with the pleasure of pain you'll be feeling
and if you do make me chase
I'll have you all ova this place!
From the kitchen table
to the mantle ova the fireplace!

I hear your pussy purrrrrrrrrrr
as I stroke its fur
tell me baby,
are you as ready as me?
I let my fingers do the walking so I can see
if your love juices are loose and flowing
long and deep as my love is growing and growing
at the sight of your body glowing
glistening wet with sweat
I'm listening to your pillow-talk
like the mighty lion I stalk
but don't strike yet
you got me hotter than hot
I like it alot
but wait for the prefect time to make you mine
Shhhit, it's about time you stopped frontin'
had me huntin for some time now,
how I've dreamt of this moment for a lifetime
you make me wanna explode
the way you suck on my lifeline.
You examine every square inch of my body with your lips
as I lick honey from your hips nipples and fingertips
At this moment, I dont want your mind or your heart...
just that body, every part!
I'm like a kid in a candystore,
I have no idea where to start!
We make our way to the bedroom
you close the door,
sealing your doom see,
my beds not for sleeping
but for keeping you moaning, groaning
squealing and squeaking
like the worn out springs in my mattress
I know nothing could ever match this!
I put my key in your hole
unlocking your soul
allowing it to run wild and free
as you do the same for me.
Damn baby, you driving me crazy!!!
Dazing me, its amazing to me how your stacked
from the back
I grab handfuls of your dreadlocks
stroking in rhythmic motions as my bed rocks
(like wilma & fred)
my insatiable hunger finally, finally being fed!
On your stomach, back and hips I leave passion marks
the bed almost burst into flames from the passion spark.
You and I engaged in back-breaking labor
savoring your flavor
as my nosey-ass neighbors
constantly complain
but in vain to my landlord
about my headboard
rocking, knocking to the beat of
A Love Supreme, My favorite things to do to you
as Tranes pours Afro-Blue out of his tenor sax.
melting away time like a candle of hot wax.

You and I waking up the entire neighborhood!
Shit, what u expect
when it starts getting good?!
Eternal bliss while we're fucking
I kiss your neck while you're sucking...
on my ear
the only sounds I care to hear
are your passionate pantings, rantings
turning into chants
begging me
BEGGING ME to 'do it faster, dear!'
I want your legs...
over my shoulders
HIGH in the air
or maybe I'll suck on your thighs as you sigh,
'oh yeah baby, right there!'
Would you care to
dare to
do it in that chair or even on those stairs?
Now, there's something you don't hear about everyday.
but that's how I like to play.
Night breaks for day
giving way to dawn
your body is as graceful as a swan
spasmic motions release orgasmic love potions
climaxing juices flow as the tempo slows to an exhausting stop,
our 3 hour contest ends with you on top
damn baby, no ones ever made my toes curl and my ears pop!!!
Sexing you is taking a ride on a supersonic jet
flying high above.....
I might need to change the title of this poem.....
maybe it is about love.

My Heart's Desire

The one my heart desires
is desired most by man
she is the essence of blackness
and the epitome’ of a woman.
Her mind is filled with the intellect and wisdom found
Only on the pages
of the oldest scripture, filled with
The Secrets of the Ages.
The one my heart desires
Needs not one word to say,
When with just one sensuous look from her
Can melt my heart away.
When with a simple touch from her hand
Can ignite a fire burning deep
Deep within my soul
Only cooled by the sweat our bodies make
When we are as one, a whole.
A mental picture I hold of her from head to toe.
Every curve of her body;
Her breasts, her hips, her legs, her lips
You know,
I know.
Her hair;
Long and flowing like the great river Nile,
Brightening my life
With her every-present smile.
Her eyes;
As deep and mysterious as the sea.
Her skin;
Soft, silky and smooth
Like black mahogany.
Her lips;
As succulent and luscious as a long,
Hot, passionate kiss.
Her body;
Sheer perfection
Truly Gods creation.
She moves with the grace, charm and elegance of a distinguished
Black lady.
My heart is a locked door
And only she holds the key.
When I lie awake watching the moon pass through the sky,
My heart fills my mind with thoughts of her and I.
When I finally do close my eyes,
It is her I dream of,
Before I found her,
I was missing Gods greatest gift of all… Love.
My heart’s last desire is that we never-ever part,
I love you
I’m in love with you
I AM love with you…
With all of my heart.

My Last Breath

My arms bound in back,
struggling against this attack.
The ropes burn,
tearing my hands from my wrists
as I turn and twist
but the more I resist...
I'm met by a barrage of white fist,
striking down like lightening,
the ringing in my head is like thunder.
Is there any way out?
Filled with doubt I wonder.
Will I survive this night?
Overpowered by cowards robed and hooded in white.
A cross... bathed in fire...
my only source of light.
A crowd begins to take form,
like bees they swarm about no doubt to admire their comrades work.
The on-lookers bare Lucifer's chilling smirk. 
I lift my head in dread as I scan the crowd.
My ears catch this young wretch screaming
 ' LYNCH THAT NiGGER!' loud!
I find not one hint of remorse,
Only laughter and joy in their discourse.
White fists turn red
beating me repeatedly in the face,
stomach, back and head.
60 seconds from death,
barely the strength to breathe left.
The thoughts you think to yourself...
A calming peace pouring over you?!
Only in accepting my present state as fate!
Obscuring this fading world from view,
my eyes fill with tears.
My life flashes before me,
a reflection of past years.
Bruised, beaten, battered... but not broken!
My clothes torn and tattered..,
on my own blood I'm chokin'.
In an instant I'm snatched to my feet.
Still not accepting defeat!
The noose is eased 'round my neck.
I stand stripped of all humanity, dignity, respect.
Undaunted am I approaching the door of death.
' I AM
 A MAN '
I cry out,
with my remaining strength and last breath.
The dark silence drowns me as it quickly descends.
My burden I cast down,
but my life-long struggle
will never end.

Autobiography of a Killer

For those of you who don't know
or haven't already heard
please
allow me to introduce myself-
I am either directly or indirectly the cause of thefts,
assaults,
murders...
& for those zombies caught under my spell
surely their number 1 cause of death.
I was born
with 1 purpose
which is apparent to see.
Whatever you are or whatever you call yourself-
makes no difference to me.
Rich/poor, black/white, gay/straight-
many walks of life brought together by 1 common thread-
death waits in the shadows
for those who've sealed their fate.
My names- various.
My history- vast.
It's true in the present as well as the past,
YOU ARE ALL MINE
no matter your age gender or race.
Go ahead, flee from my presence
leave!
I won't give chase!
Ya see, I know you'll be back eventually
for another taste.
Tell me,
do you think your mr. president can
or even wants to stop me?!
Please,
he is but a puppet
put out in front of you to act, read a script and pacify.
The ones that push & pull his strings
are the powers I'm backed by.
You know,
your government found out
if they used me precisely situated
that they could keep a WHOLE generation of would-be revolutionaries
sedated.
& I do it
of course
it's my job.
Hell I make police, lawyers even judges
rob.
My companions are ignorance, poverty, oppression & greed.
Bitten by just 1 of these deadly snakes
& of me,
you will soon feed.
Ignorance,
now that's my main man.
If I'm present you're sure to find
him running somewhere ahead
or following closely behind.
Some arrogant fools think that they
in some way
will escape my wrath.
But we'll meet up soon enough
if they keep traveling that same path.
Others even doubt that they
one day will be touched by me.
but run another check
I'm in all those places you'd never expect me to be.
I'm not quite as well traveled as my predecessors
or even my peers.
but
the key to controlling man
lies not in the distances one travels
but in the exploitation of fears, lol.
I'm fucking this world upside-down & inside-out!
Try me, you'll see
I'm guaranteed 100%
without a doubt.
If I get first crack at those
luscious virgin lips
I'll have you sprung forever.
The bound we share
can never be severed!
From the first time
I take a ride inside
that vein...
you won't need food,
water,
shelter,
anything or
anyone!
I'm all you'll need to maintain.
I bring pony-tailed school girls into MY world
& in no time
have em ho'in on the street
to support me
for as little as a dime.
I turn graduates from Harvard & Howard
into sniveling cowards
fidgety
jumpin'
looking over their shoulders
paranoid!
Helpless & hopeless-
this you can not avoid.
I'll make you beat your mother
& sell your first-born child.
Just look in the mirror-
your own temple have you defiled!
For what?!
Just to get the thrill of feeling your heart
explode out of your chest?!
But you'll never give me up,
go ahead
try your best! lol
I'll make that sunday school going church-boy
bow down & worship a new master
cause I can show him the face of God
a whoooole lot faster!
Some think it's just terrible what I can do to babies.
If I get hold to em
I'm telling you straight up!
Ain't no ifs
ands
buts
or maybes!
To my disciples I AM GOD!
My only commandment is
DO WHAT YOU HAVE TO
TO SERVE MY WILL.
Anything to anyone.
Cheat.
Lie.
Steal.
Kill!
My victims don't stray too far away
because I have them under an illusory spell.
They can't shake loose from it
& I'm gonna ride their souls
alllllllll the way to hell.
LOL,
I make them do ANYTHING
for the 'thrill of a lifetime'
they think they're gonna get.
With all the news coverage,
statistics
& deaths-
my popularity will STILL increase tomorrow!!!!
You doubt me?!
You wanna bet!
So,
what is it about me, huh?
Don't you wish you knew?
Well come on
your turns up
take a hit...
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhh!!!
LOL, that's what I'm talkin' 'bout baby,
Nowwwwww you got a clue.

A Waking Reality

Pristine hours of morn-
they mock,
ridicule
even scorn.
For in their bosom
I am seduced by the beast: untruism.
Beguiling me til scattered by waking hours blinding realism.
Alone do I lie
crying outside.
Alone do I lie
dying inside.
For besides her, I have come to see
there is no other to deliver me
from drowning in this sea of misery
flooding forth, my bleeding heart.
Repeatedly
I recollect her silhouette in every part.
Over and over an attempt is made
to silently quote
the words she revealed in personal letters and private notes
but they only get muddled in a willing yet unable throat.
Her portraiture still endures to the right/center of my mirror.
SHHHhhhhhhhh.....
listen....
you can hear her voice
every now and again
in the faint yet distinct whistling of the autumn wind,
blowing gently through the trees
ever so slightly rustling the leaves.
It's so hard to believe we're not together.
The promises we made,
I thought they'd last forever.
All the time we spent,
all the places we went,
was it all in vain?!
Destined to end in ruin!?
Am I destined to repeat these scenes in my
memories again
and again?
From our last moments together stretched til 'morrow.
I sit, like swine, wallowing in sorrow.
Back to the time of when we first met.
Dumbfounded as I,
unable to express my sincere regret.
I sit cyphering the days as they fade by.
I sit querying myself that infinitely unresolvable question...
'WHY?'
Often for solace, I take to the sky.
Looking to be lifted up by
the Creators aerial works of wonder,
or to have her voice drowned out by thunder.
To be freed from this stench of pain,
cleansed by the seminal rain.
Alas,
I am unequipped
maybe incapable
of eluding her grasp;
inescapable.
For,
in the day breaking til dawn.
in the horizon- serene, regal.
in the countless stars finely sprinkled across nights vast curtain of darkness
drawn closed over space...
even in these do I descry the noble splendor of her face.