Submissions by BlackBoxPublicatio (Adeshina Lawal)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
I'm not white, but I'm not black. I'm not Nigerian but I'm not American. I'm not Republican, but I'm definitely not a Democrat. I'm an American African and I straddle the fence. I'm constantly in defense of who I am perceived to be.
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2021 2:55am
3rd Jan 2021 2:55am
If knowledge was a Fruit
Knowledge of self can be self consuming.
See the fruit of knowledge consume your soul.
Are you hard enough to allow knowledge to leave its mark?
Hark, the knowledge tree eats those who touch its fruit.
Are you bold enough to bite the hand that teaches to feed?
Why is it that knowledge bites those who mishandle her fruit?
The fruit itself is mute, but speaks volumes in action.
Count ignorance as a minor distraction to the fruit of knowledge.
The teeth of ignorance are baby-like in comparison to the fangs of Noesis.
Know this; pay attention to...
See the fruit of knowledge consume your soul.
Are you hard enough to allow knowledge to leave its mark?
Hark, the knowledge tree eats those who touch its fruit.
Are you bold enough to bite the hand that teaches to feed?
Why is it that knowledge bites those who mishandle her fruit?
The fruit itself is mute, but speaks volumes in action.
Count ignorance as a minor distraction to the fruit of knowledge.
The teeth of ignorance are baby-like in comparison to the fangs of Noesis.
Know this; pay attention to...
#science
#religion
#spiritual
#learning
#wisdom
386 reads
1 Comment
EROTIC POEM
Published
25th Dec 2020 3:24pm
25th Dec 2020 3:24pm
Passion’s Death Grip
#lust
#erotic
#dirty
#sensual
#orgasm
472 reads
1 Comment
SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
20th Dec 2020 7:26pm
20th Dec 2020 7:26pm
FireFly
As the smoke billows before me I see no end.
Befriended by the cloud of confusion I see my nose but not the tip.
I need to get a grip on reality before I run into tragedy.
The smoke behaves like unwanted aromatherapy.
I need to clear my eyes so that I may see the prize that is salvation.
In animation I can push manifestation into reality.
First clear the smoke.
Shout FireFly at the fire.
I know the power of my words as each letter spreads the power of a spell.
Every alphabet carries fairytale energy.
People who spread their negativity fan the...
Befriended by the cloud of confusion I see my nose but not the tip.
I need to get a grip on reality before I run into tragedy.
The smoke behaves like unwanted aromatherapy.
I need to clear my eyes so that I may see the prize that is salvation.
In animation I can push manifestation into reality.
First clear the smoke.
Shout FireFly at the fire.
I know the power of my words as each letter spreads the power of a spell.
Every alphabet carries fairytale energy.
People who spread their negativity fan the...
#hope
#wind
#spiritual
#SelfReflection
#historical
325 reads
0 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
1st Nov 2020 2:12pm
1st Nov 2020 2:12pm
Opportunities or Memories
What counts more, memories or opportunities?
Truthfully I want them both but one must be sacrificed over the other.
Brothers appear to each other in memory, but dollars are thicker than blood.
Beloved opportunities can turn strangers into comrades.
Memories can turn brothers into nomads; their homes and hearts forsaken by the past.
Opportunities become curses when superimposed on memories.
Such accessories will make you see an enemy over a new opportunity.
If you don’t believe me look at racism and all its atrocities.
Interestingly enough racists are...
Truthfully I want them both but one must be sacrificed over the other.
Brothers appear to each other in memory, but dollars are thicker than blood.
Beloved opportunities can turn strangers into comrades.
Memories can turn brothers into nomads; their homes and hearts forsaken by the past.
Opportunities become curses when superimposed on memories.
Such accessories will make you see an enemy over a new opportunity.
If you don’t believe me look at racism and all its atrocities.
Interestingly enough racists are...
#hope
#family
#corruption
#politics
#spiritual
317 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
29th Sep 2020 1:55am
29th Sep 2020 1:55am
Paradigms
If we met each other at the grocery store would we even greet each other?
Admiring each other from afar our eyes undress each other, but we do not speak.
Social distancing has created an oblique space between us.
Masks have put a blockade over our awkward smiles.
We know now more than ever that black lives matter, but only through the eyes of a criminal.
Subliminal messages leak through the press about equality.
Interestingly enough dining rooms are held hostage but so is stock in hand sanitizer and toilet paper.
...
Admiring each other from afar our eyes undress each other, but we do not speak.
Social distancing has created an oblique space between us.
Masks have put a blockade over our awkward smiles.
We know now more than ever that black lives matter, but only through the eyes of a criminal.
Subliminal messages leak through the press about equality.
Interestingly enough dining rooms are held hostage but so is stock in hand sanitizer and toilet paper.
...
#religion
#faith
#spiritual
#morality
#tradition
309 reads
0 Comments
EROTIC POEM
Published
14th May 2020 6:45pm
14th May 2020 6:45pm
Quarantining
Its day whatever of our quarantine together.
The weather is sunny but no one's outside outside of essential workers and rebel rousers.
I'm rocking grey sweatpants for trousers, I'm trying to arouse her, but she's in the shower.
I'll allow her to clean up as I get dirty going for a run... for cigars... She doesn't even smoke weed but she likes fat cigars.
Yes I'll go for a run.
I'll do a few push ups on the run.
Imma get sweaty, and my testosterone heavy.
I'm gonna bust her cherry very softly.
Mannishly I walk in the room to consume her.
My...
The weather is sunny but no one's outside outside of essential workers and rebel rousers.
I'm rocking grey sweatpants for trousers, I'm trying to arouse her, but she's in the shower.
I'll allow her to clean up as I get dirty going for a run... for cigars... She doesn't even smoke weed but she likes fat cigars.
Yes I'll go for a run.
I'll do a few push ups on the run.
Imma get sweaty, and my testosterone heavy.
I'm gonna bust her cherry very softly.
Mannishly I walk in the room to consume her.
My...
#women
#erotic
#lover
#dirty
#orgasm
521 reads
2 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
11th May 2020 9:57pm
11th May 2020 9:57pm
Pandemic
Systemic failure is evident.
Unemployment may attack the system much like the Murder Hornet.
We thank our essential workers for our groceries.
Hopefully more drug free citizens will donate more plasma and less racism.
Georgia's on fire, yet we open first.
I hear New York uses refrigerated trucks for Hursts.
It's a Pandemic systemic overload yet we're overdosing on newfound compassion.
Racism points to inequality, but so do grocery store sanitation.
North Korea shot at their southern cousin; the next week they donate PPE to our country.
We...
Unemployment may attack the system much like the Murder Hornet.
We thank our essential workers for our groceries.
Hopefully more drug free citizens will donate more plasma and less racism.
Georgia's on fire, yet we open first.
I hear New York uses refrigerated trucks for Hursts.
It's a Pandemic systemic overload yet we're overdosing on newfound compassion.
Racism points to inequality, but so do grocery store sanitation.
North Korea shot at their southern cousin; the next week they donate PPE to our country.
We...
#anxiety
#hope
#politics
#TruthOfLife
#pandemic
350 reads
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd May 2020 3:32pm
3rd May 2020 3:32pm
Whispers
They know about you before they know your name.
They remain faceless until your close enough to hear.
They don’t wish to be heard too loud, because they hide a secret.
They are whispers, and they travel with the wind.
Whispers can congregate and cause a tornado.
With enough whispers you can destroy a church.
Won’t the church be built again in the heart of man?
We have all fallen short at some point in life.
Is it not so that a whisper from far away cannot be heard correctly by the listener?
A speaker will not whisper an entire speech to a...
They remain faceless until your close enough to hear.
They don’t wish to be heard too loud, because they hide a secret.
They are whispers, and they travel with the wind.
Whispers can congregate and cause a tornado.
With enough whispers you can destroy a church.
Won’t the church be built again in the heart of man?
We have all fallen short at some point in life.
Is it not so that a whisper from far away cannot be heard correctly by the listener?
A speaker will not whisper an entire speech to a...
#dialogue
#historical
#responsibility
#nonfiction
#DeepUndergroundPoetry
415 reads
3 Comments
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Mar 2020 1:47pm
25th Mar 2020 1:47pm
Virus
A couple months ago I heard about a guy with a case of Corona.
I'm in Atlanta, at the time elections were jumpin while the #MeToo movement was straight trumpin.
Ain't it something, I would have swore Australia was just burning.
Learning that the virus was a threat and not some beer I ait up news on the topic since Mid-January.
I wonder if China stayed on top of running obituaries.
It's scary how at first Corona was a whole lot of something over there in Wohan.
Then the virus donned on our allies and now has invaded our lives.
But does this feel like...
I'm in Atlanta, at the time elections were jumpin while the #MeToo movement was straight trumpin.
Ain't it something, I would have swore Australia was just burning.
Learning that the virus was a threat and not some beer I ait up news on the topic since Mid-January.
I wonder if China stayed on top of running obituaries.
It's scary how at first Corona was a whole lot of something over there in Wohan.
Then the virus donned on our allies and now has invaded our lives.
But does this feel like...
#love
#CallToAction
#UnrequitedLove
#healing
#risk
453 reads
0 Comments
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
21st Mar 2020 5:08pm
21st Mar 2020 5:08pm
Soul Food
What do you do when try a new flavor?
Atlanta savors the flavors that drip through the streets.
Do you dare to eat some sweet heat barbecue?
Don't misconstrue Atlanta firepits with Charlotte or you might get the stink eye.
Fried chicken is our specialty.
Heavenly thick breasts dressed to succulent perfection.
Do you have affection for oven baked mac and cheese?
Southern nominees guarantee their mac and cheese like their pastor's next sermon on Sunday.
One day when your in The A save space for JR Crickets, they hot wings with peach soda on my hit...
Atlanta savors the flavors that drip through the streets.
Do you dare to eat some sweet heat barbecue?
Don't misconstrue Atlanta firepits with Charlotte or you might get the stink eye.
Fried chicken is our specialty.
Heavenly thick breasts dressed to succulent perfection.
Do you have affection for oven baked mac and cheese?
Southern nominees guarantee their mac and cheese like their pastor's next sermon on Sunday.
One day when your in The A save space for JR Crickets, they hot wings with peach soda on my hit...
#love
#spiritual
#food
#culture
#tradition
380 reads
0 Comments
ANGER POEM
Published
16th Mar 2020 2:16am
16th Mar 2020 2:16am
Shooter
How many times have we heard about guns sounding out around our children while they are at their place of learning.
Its concerning how many times this shit has happened but let's go ahead and clear it out, by my count I'll round the number out to around 1300.
I'm running the number from after 1970 marked by Tyrone Perry at Hine Junior High.
His death can't be overruled solely on the fact that only one man left this earth when he was laid to dirt.
Before the decade was over 32 souls left this plane.
From D.C. to California our country is for ever in mourning till the...
Its concerning how many times this shit has happened but let's go ahead and clear it out, by my count I'll round the number out to around 1300.
I'm running the number from after 1970 marked by Tyrone Perry at Hine Junior High.
His death can't be overruled solely on the fact that only one man left this earth when he was laid to dirt.
Before the decade was over 32 souls left this plane.
From D.C. to California our country is for ever in mourning till the...
#anger
#love
#hope
#violence
#risk
344 reads
1 Comment
OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
26th Feb 2020 8:00pm
26th Feb 2020 8:00pm
Killing Angels
You fear what you do not understand, you choose to destroy angels.
You suffer in your private place, so you make others suffer publicly for your pain.
In Bloodstained savagery you feel no emotion, therefore causing pain on others releases inner pain bottled up, long overdue.
These tormentors can be saved, but but love, hope, and knowledge must be sought.
In thought an angel can appear on Earth and be rejected for his difference.
Intense scrutiny will be upon him.
On top of that tormentors will swarm him.
Mainly because he is misunderstood.
The...
You suffer in your private place, so you make others suffer publicly for your pain.
In Bloodstained savagery you feel no emotion, therefore causing pain on others releases inner pain bottled up, long overdue.
These tormentors can be saved, but but love, hope, and knowledge must be sought.
In thought an angel can appear on Earth and be rejected for his difference.
Intense scrutiny will be upon him.
On top of that tormentors will swarm him.
Mainly because he is misunderstood.
The...
#love
#hate
#hope
#inspirational
#FirstLove
450 reads
2 Comments
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