Honestly |
I dont do this whole blogging thing. Its waaay to public and open for me. HOWEVER its one of those days..... I am more fearful than i appear to be. I am terrified of slam. I need you more than ever in...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Feb 2009 09:21:00 GMT |
Before Mama Told Me You Were High in Your Videos Draft I. |
For Mary J. Blige I always wondered what was underthe blanket of hot combed hairdraped across your forehead,a gold bobby pin gleaming like the hoops dangling from your tired lobes. A slothful eye? ...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 23:43:00 GMT |
June, 1994 |
At twelve years old our bodies were coke bottles, sweating with more than summers heat in the slender hallway of my building. It smelledof collard greens, piss, and the 34 oz. bottle of Obsession I b...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Feb 2009 23:36:00 GMT |
Revelation II. |
Capture canvas silhouette so women stagger from self and drape under latextemplate of man.
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 14:24:00 GMT |
A Broken Covenant |
"He will guard the feet of His saints, but the wicked shall be silent in darkness. For by strength no man shall prevail. " -1 Sam 2:9
I. I dreamt I tightrope walkedthe edge of stairs in heaven's hallw...
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 14:21:00 GMT |
Revelation I. |
Love is but a whisperyou thought you heardtightrope walking the edgeof your earlobe.And I dont blame youfor listening so hardthat silence fell over your shoulder.
Posted by on Sun, 17 Feb 2008 14:20:00 GMT |
For Children with Life Under Their Fingernails |
Innocent fingers wander, wretched, weak,gullible impressions pressed against soil,unaware of how experience coils wily underneath fingernails to sleep. Watching as they sift through themselves, we fea...
Posted by on Wed, 12 Dec 2007 16:19:00 GMT |
