New Member of the Month – JUNE  2020

..rageful cries is the language..    
..that centuries of fuckery breeds..  
    
..your unwillingness to sit with your discomfort..    
..while a peoples finally rip the cruelty of silence..    
..off their mouths..    
..is the regime still working its black magic in you..    
   
..i implore you to WEEP and swim in heartbreak..
..don’t apologize..    
..align with the unwavering grief..    
..of these deeply troubled days..    
   
..tears in the dirt..  
..is the most valuable currency of a peoples searching feverishly for meaning..

They want me to speak
But my thoughts are silence
My poetry has fallen - who will lift it?
The living minute is a heavy
prison door and far beyond my walls
a women hums a very old air
an air that comes from far before childhood
Her face is closed
The images are broken

They want me to speak
But my soul is silence

It's Friday  
I woke up today only to discover  
The world is different now  
It changed within days  

It became a deep and dark place  
Somewhat too emotional for many  
 
Words were scattered and lives  
Were shattered people I knew became  
Broken ,bruised and battered  
 
I saw my neighbor wearing a T-shirt  
And It read  
BLACK  
LIVES  
MATTER  
 
When is this public masturbation  
going to stop?  
And why are you afraid of cops?  
I ask?  
They're all just people!!!  
 
People in a uniform  
See them in their street clothes  
I mean just peep the reflection  
 
Is this a journey through another epidemic  
out here on these streets  
Are we as a people going to ever come together with love and Unity?  
 
In our hearts do we care about "HUMANITY"  
Or for 2000 more years we are    
just going to continue this cycle of insanity?  
I feel like we should just form a  
 nationwide cypher  
 
So everyone can get their feelings off  
There chest in a form of a fire  
   
The End is Nigh  
 
The temperature is rising  
on the planet  
And we are burning  
 
Love/Hate relationships are what's occurring  
And it's just disturbing  
 
The system are poisonous snakes spitting their venomous gasoline all-over the righteous  
 
I agree 100 % with the conscious to go Deep within our subconscious  
These kids are in fear to be honest  
 
We don't even know our own national origins  
 
They don't even call us "American"  
We are seduced  into thinking we are  
"African Americans " how is that?  
   
Our skin is Brown not Black  
Where is your kingdom at?  
 
We were taught lies  
since the beginning of time  
 
No one is White  
No one is Black  
No one is Yellow  
So why?  
 
Is this something that we want  
to go on forever  
Being divided because  
of our outer layers  
 
As a child I had friends who looked different from me  
But they was always friendly and  
treated me like family  
 
As Adults now we are still close  
on the same block and  
we shop at the same damn stores  
 
I wish we had no identity just like the entities and the spirits we can't see  
No identification No separation  
We chant and beat drums for REPARATRATIONS!  
 
We are different just like a pair of Reeboks  
 and Nikes what these shoes have in common is they go on our feet  
 
If the shoe fits wear it or your racist ass can have several seats!!!!  
 
I still stand tall throughout all this  
And put my heart in my writing  
Regardless  
 
I am not intimidated  
by your controlled competitions I know exactly where  
I stand in this position  
 
You may lable us low quality in these ranks  
But just remember one thing you can't  
tell us how much we think  
 
You can never categorize my  
Level of intelligence  
 besides the history of yesterday is  
Irrelevant  
 
I have a few quick questions???  
If you had a reset button  
Would you press it?  
   
And stay real or would  
you become counterfeit?  
   
Let me remind you I am kind of  
Socially Awkward!!  
 
But just because I give you a little  
Something you should be grateful  
Not hateful  
 
As a empath I feel you are overzealously  
pressing me and testing my  
Testimonies  
 
I can spit just for the benefit of  
Just saying some SHIT!!!  
 
I came here because I am just  
Like you  
take it how you want but please respect  
My Truth  
 
I learned that the social media  
Is nasty place it's a club  
design for cowards  
And sneak dissers  
   
They won't like your status  
But they will like for you to paint  
them "PICTURES"  
slide inside your inbox trying  
to whisper  
 
We can be internet friends is what  
they said and I love your hair  
Are those DREADS?  
 
Yes this is me I can give you a  
full description I'm weighing  
 140 pounds I am deeply rooted  
  to the ground  
 
I stand 5 ft 6 with gold crowns  
I am down to earth  
Just trying to live my life  
for what it is worth  
 
Okay it's noon now and time  
to start my day I will be back  
Soon with more things to say  
   
Later.....  
 
 
 

I.
The riotous rubric of a sharp rush of words
burrows deeply into delighted soulshadows,
shimmering and echoing like a crystalline, starlit cavern;

Firemouth is an eternal dragon yearning to be grounded,
yet missing only a single scale.

Witness how the elegance of her bended knees
and raucous flowering hair pulls the bowstring taut
as she center-strikes in a mountainous thunderclap.

Most majestic of muses,
you are irreplaceable and magnificent,
a beautiful chainbreaker,
a key for a lock that forgot it was a lock.

As burnt midnight rises with smoky delerium
this mountaintop chest alights on wings of insatiable singularities,
heartshapes that ruby-kiss blinking eyes into fluttering reverie;
parallel worlds sit boldly upon a old wooden table like a wizard’s wand waiting,
specters of possibility haunting the halcyon hills of a stardust-born species.

And the soft spray of your ornate waterfall
blossoms into thrilling understanding.

Soaring into the flames of cosmic stenography,
we incinerate carbon-heavy stories with splendid starspeak,
the shared language of primordial dynamite
guiding us through billion-year cosmological shadows.

A step forward neutralizes colossal magnetic fields;
stanzas of adoration come crashing feebly to the ground,
the nectar of transition metals oozing sweetly at your feet.

I am merely composed of ground
but still journey into your thrumming azure portal
where otherworldy dimensions unfold like dark matter origami in your hand,
you, lodestone warden to even the most expansive creations,
I, shattered into unworthiness,
a smiling servant scrambling for each plate-fallen crumb of comfort,
a swarm of funhouses taught the epiphany of gravity
then dropped from an infinite series of superearths
until the memories of your astonishing face begin to assemble,
as if the past was the future, and the future was the past.

II.
In these hallowed stairwells of palatial reverence,
midnight hovers in anticipation of every jagged and starry sleepscape.

Even in the pale underburn of night,
you spring forth like a canon-shot daredevil,
El Sol embracing your bright sky creativity
from the other side of the world.

Pondering the geometry of your soaring spider-web hemispheres,
I surf towards towering, endless waves of poesy:
bubble up motion, balloonrise femininity uncurling
like sunworn, bottle-bound messages,
space-time hurlings dancing jigs into the poetic abyss,
rhythms elucidating the magical oceans of the present,
wardrum beats enough to transmogrify the moon into a second star.

III.
Cool aloofness of night
that swirls in the evening swell.

Inspiring howls of human poetry
that tickle my spiralling heartsong.

Oh,
how I wonder
what sublime stars
you are under.