Sista', Love (poem) |
Sista Love- Molded from our Father's masterpiece of Africa's red desert sands and smooth brown clay surfaces of Mother Earth. Produced under heaven's soft and gentle sunset, your brown tint is the ess...
Posted by Double Negative" on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 08:38:00 PST |
Another Half Breed To A Mind Travel (Poem) |
A deep steady stare at the bare chizzeled ceiling. Tunnel vision to the flashin thoughts forming like dark grey clouds. Another half breed to a mind travel awaitin...
Posted by Double Negative" on Thu, 22 Mar 2007 04:45:00 PST |
Shades of Grey (poem) |
I can see the dull lifeless portraits of misguided minds each examples of a well structured chaos.
These plain circled ideas travel to deep dead ends drowned by posionous insecure thoughts
The build...
Posted by Double Negative" on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 07:31:00 PST |
A Man of Two Worlds (unfinished poem) |
I can see the reflection of dark brown spiraled flares of wide opened eyes staring back deeply.
I stare at the structure and design as patterns of two cultures that correlate to form each curve and li...
Posted by Double Negative" on Mon, 19 Feb 2007 09:39:00 PST |
Jazz (My Father) |
Sparks of burning tobacco dances with the strings of the bass guitar, as thick spirals of ghostly white smoke floats slow to the rhythum of Miles Davis' trumpet. My father is ener...
Posted by Double Negative" on Mon, 16 Oct 2006 11:07:00 PST |
My Broken Wings |
Broken Wings Broken Pride. Broken Spirit. Broken Heart. Broken Wings I am a failuer to the open embrace of Love's freedom Solitare and bare--------------------- I exsist as an inmate of envy Pain f...
Posted by Double Negative" on Fri, 07 Apr 2006 11:08:00 PST |
Deion Thompson speaks-- inmate . 200533450 |
Reflection love, pain, sunshine or rain young nigga in here jus stressin to maintain rollin in the fastlane wit nowhere to go mane worry on my mind aint never a thang love, stress, pain more to lo...
Posted by Double Negative" on Sat, 01 Apr 2006 11:09:00 PST |
** Focus On Freedom (poem) |
My Focus On Freedom cannot be held by chains. This parralel bar cage cannot poison my change So I soar ---- fly to the orange sunset horizon Finding peace of mind to purify my body...
Posted by Double Negative" on Thu, 29 Dec 2005 12:49:00 PST |
3 Demensional Mind (poem) |
A 3 Demensional mind works like a prism. A system, organized to produce the true colors from the little white lies. The abilities to capture the gullibilities of ignorant men...
Posted by Double Negative" on Thu, 29 Dec 2005 12:40:00 PST |
Concrete Dreams ( unfinished poem) |
As I sit here I admire the main event of the sunset triggering a massive spread of orange and red that bounce off rooftops, windows, and concrete surfaces My eyes travel into a scanning of the fast ...
Posted by Double Negative" on Thu, 08 Sep 2005 09:55:00 PST |
