Silent Days (A ventage work circa2003) |
In class today she learned to write her A, B, C's Afterwards back to her block to frolic run in the breeze Spend the day with her friends Dasia, Dyon, Kendall, Khali Make mud pies and play "It" o...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 23:41:00 GMT |
Heartless (a "vintage" work circa2001) |
I spend time thinking of you I spend time thinking of you And the time I spend thinking of you consumes me It looms over my head blocking out the light only to pummel me with droplets filled by ...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 23:27:00 GMT |
Nigger Burrial |
Have you heard? Recently they buried the N-word Now it is pushing up daisies It will not be flying from the tongues of bigots Nor, Seeping form the lips of closet racist Uncle Ruckus, Uncle S...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 23:12:00 GMT |
Broken |
Wings can only spread so far Forces so thin At once we can only cover so much land There are only so many bullets to be strewn across battlefields Planted in children Carried home in boxes C...
Posted by on Fri, 03 Oct 2008 18:20:00 GMT |
Accelerating with my eyes closed. |
We move through life in chapters as we learn to read them
But every chapter is not understood before we turn the page
In our youth we move briskly through the book of life
Only skimming it text
Ru...
Posted by on Sun, 06 May 2007 05:43:00 GMT |
This is a Poets service Announcement |
Who must you think you are?
No one cares about you for you sake
Save your odes to yourself for time by yourself
Here we are socializing, dramatizing, and realizing the truth
This time isn't just for...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 05:52:00 GMT |
Transparency? |
One day I was at a forum on a college campus
Hosted by College students for College Students
And a college student asked why guys can't express themselves
I responded
People fear transparency...
Posted by on Tue, 06 Mar 2007 05:37:00 GMT |
Getting High |
There is no need for weed I will get you high off this verbal essence Exuding Magnificence indeedA Lyrically blessed presence Of spiritually fortified effervescence That will have you waving books hig...
Posted by on Thu, 04 Jan 2007 09:46:00 GMT |
The Beat |
The BeatI am tired of the noodle-necking to nonsense and broken heart beatsI want righteous voices to ringing out until throats soar Univer-soul score played Instead of Wax niggers Rocking to the beat...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 11:30:00 GMT |
Ode to Jehovah opus |
See I thought that I would write a love poem But language has forsaken me In this desert of compassion Amongst a world of darkness and soulless matterLooking in to your eyes is the only thing that ca...
Posted by on Tue, 02 Jan 2007 11:22:00 GMT |
