Poem~Love Lines (Work In Progress) |
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Posted by on Sun, 24 Aug 2008 07:09:00 GMT |
Poem~White River Rafting |
white river rafting
d
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w
n
turbulent streams of consciousness
I consider clandestine nature of her sacre...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 14:18:00 GMT |
Poem~Joy and Repetition (Revised) |
"If its Hip Hop
if its bebop
reggae tone of the metronomeIn your car
in your dome
nice and warmwhatever formIf classical
country mood
rhythm & blues
gospelWhatever it is,
Let It Be
L...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 13:34:00 GMT |
Poem~A Different Girl |
She breathes in
then softly whispers
"How can I serve you"
crouched down on all fours
all three of her doors
wide open
see tonight she's my whore
knees wearin deep holes
in my shag car...
Posted by on Thu, 15 Nov 2007 14:25:00 GMT |
Poem~Unforsaken |
when it feels
as though God's eyes
have been seared blind
and his mind and ears
are distant
as Saturn's coldest moon
when you feel
cold and numb
all alone
in midnight's endless caress
jus...
Posted by on Mon, 22 Oct 2007 18:32:00 GMT |
Poem~Opium Dreams |
I cipher her kisses
as cacao hieroglyphs
glaze sweet pulp
of opium dreams
onto my lips
my tongue
skates figure eights
round dark dollops
of melted chocolate
glides across the golden grotto of ...
Posted by on Wed, 05 Sep 2007 23:26:00 GMT |
Poem~Passion’s Quill |
I wanna write of her
til Luna is too weary to wear
my favorite peach colored sundress
at dusk
til the heavens crumble
into tumbling currents
of ancient winds
til my pen bleeds dry ...
Posted by on Thu, 09 Aug 2007 11:30:00 GMT |
Poem~Elliptical |
I miss u...
miss dissolving into scented mists of rain&u were
miss u speaking Swahili softly in my ear
miss shape shifting into paradigms of spiraled rhymes
merging mindscapes melodically between us
...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Jul 2007 20:24:00 GMT |
Poem~Daddy's Little Gurl |
daddy's little gurl ain't no fairytale princess
she's a cubic zirconia with imperfect surfaces
mishandled by hot hungry hands of men
unauthorized to touch her sacred jewel shard
mutated by machiave...
Posted by on Tue, 26 Jun 2007 18:52:00 GMT |
Poem~Breath Revisted |
what is this spiraled pulse
of swirling light that smells of heaven
and speaks my name
the mane of the sun
no longer rubbing its gold locks
into melanin hue of my black skin
Ra's eternal dial has st...
Posted by on Sun, 24 Jun 2007 23:49:00 GMT |
