Welcome
Being unemployed gives you time to think. It is a rare opportunity to reflect on who you are, and who you plan to become. Financial difficulty is a life defining experience when faced with homelessness. I have a belief that everything happens for a reason. Having a chance to live outside of and observe a system we strive to be a part of, which will eventually destroy us gives life a new perspective. At times deep in thought I remind myself that the test of success is graded in your ability to face failure. As a young man aspiring to be a rapper I often wrote of my fear of failure, and my desire to succeed. It wasn't until age 30 on a windy October day that I embraced the idea; stagnation is like dying, all successes in life, love, and finance involve risk and accountability for your actions. The fear of failure is the same as the fear of success.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Observations of the Human Condition
Saturday, April 14, 2012
Fortress
Why build on a crumbling foundation
I am fracture holding hope ready to collapse
Past loves are crumbling columns
Folding in on themselves
As everything above becomes debris below
Women become ammunition used to tear me down
My heart is an abandoned post
Covered in blood and dust
Wrapped in filthy rags to bind his wounds
Dying slowly
There was nothing left worth fighting for
Like gun-less bullets in the hands of pacifist
Smashed into 1000 pieces
Now everything gets in
That couldn't be devoured
Was broken into weapons
To rip me apart from within
Of a bombed out building
You would be hiding in someone else’s wreckage
In a war zone not of your own choosing
You deserve better than what I can offer
Hanging from the roof of my mouth still twitching
What kind of words can I give you
With fresh death waiting for my mouth to open
You may set something off
I am afraid I will explode all over you
I see flame enveloping your face
Who will put out the fires
They die by the dozen I won't cry anymore
If they fall will you catch them
If they fall will you catch them
Can you catch them why would you catch them
They are ready to die
Knowing what they signed up for
What can be built from blood and rubble
Remnant and revolution
I have been invaded
Attacked bombed battered and bruised
What are you willing to build here
In a place that has know more death than life
More loss than love
Why Do Black's Call Each Other Nigga
Sunday, April 8, 2012
New Day
Fly like God but we aren't the same thing
And it’s a damn shame
I shouldn't say his name off in these sentences
Bad decisions lead to paying penances
It’s not worth it
Teach me a lesson
These words became a leap of faith
She blocked my blessing
That’s how I left it
What’s another night waiting on my hand to write
Life so beautiful even I can see it sometimes
I'm so jaded
So naked and that’s the truth spiritually
Always there but you never seem that near to me
Sharing hurts selfish always helps
God tell me is it worth it then
All I see are Judas' faking friends
Jesus loved them when they all hated him
Who should I put my strength in then
Is this affection
Cause its afflicting me
I feel constricted
Maybe cut the binds and let me free
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Long Kiss Goodnight
Press them to your soul
You would know
I just want to breathe life in you
Goodbye would never be an option
This poem would only be a long kiss goodnight
There are alternate universes somewhere
Our hearts don't battle
On fragile thresholds of happiness
No one has a right to use I love you as a weapon
In my head my heart wont adhere to
How many times can apologies heal wounds
My hands were meant to hold you
My grip bruises your beauty
Demon within an angel
I am bright yellow turning faded grey
:ike late summer sunsets
Dandelions make pitiful roses
I just wanted to be something beautiful to you
Absurdly trying to catch your smile
I have to dream to be with you
You make me want to sleep forever
Your absence is the everything I'm missing
Having nothing doesn't compare to losing you
I want to be the nothing we pretend is between us
Or my eyes are closed
Something pulling at me
It unravels the weaves
I use to hold it together
Find a penny pick me up
Wish I were a real boy
I am a wood head
Half hollow and hard too
If you ask me do I love you
I will never lie
Tomorrow
Always
You are so much more than everything
Yet I can only offer you a long kiss goodnight
Friday, April 6, 2012
Room to Die
So I could fuck you
My words and your body
Twisted into forged signatures
On matrimonys matress
Your voice soft as vanilla vapor
Screaming inaudible ecstasy
As outstretched arms embrace
Outrage doused anger
A vicious vengeance
I would rape and pillage
Every happy place you ever had
You don't deserve them
You became the sad love song
Of Toni Braxton's bullets
Kissing the temple of my soul
I had fallen in love with the future
And the you that I knew
Right now is tight grip
And short breath
From being everything I need
I will love you
Until you are blue in the face
Ice queen your arctic heart
Will never know the warmth of my touch
It is reserved for waste
Better off that way
Like hands meant to hold you
Cut them off I can't use them
Better off that way
You are wasted space on unlined paper
Far too unruly to deserve my pen
But you hold my attention
You possess the kung fu grip from hell
Make my heart explode
Kill Bill 2 Kiddo
Love will make you do some strange things
You are such a sadist
You’ve made me masked masochist
My heart is on my sleeve
You tore it from my chest
We wrote this contact in my blood
I was only trying to fuck you
When the means can’t justify your end
There is only room to die
We are dead men walking
Thursday, April 5, 2012
What I'm Supposed To
There are wrecked relationships between us
Childlike and fighting sleep
We haven't yet put them to bed
Leaving warm spots where they once laid
They are a reminder how empty the world can be
As if those fields of happiness
Were not filled with landmines
Your image plays on my burial grounds
I am still haunted by the past
In jigsaw dreams
Where your words complete puzzles
Leaving complicated pictures
Too ugly to catch gazes
Too beautiful to look away from
We would be the masterpiece
Critics questioned for years
Like coins beneath couch cushions
Your value out of sight out of mind
Just beyond my reach
Like your face when we are close
Never knowing what I am missing
I want to make my gravity
You should only find friendship in my arms
But they long to comfort you
In times of intimate abandon
When the rest of the world means nothing
Soothing secrets I would never share
Making it all better with that smile
I could forget it all and fall forever with you
Hoping to land softly on your heart
Not to make you forget
But to remind you
It still beats the color of love
And your love is beautiful
I hope you stay a while
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
The Recounting
At the same pace your towel was spread open
Like petals blossoming beneath his touch
Lips blooming at his caress
Lecherous you blushed
Skin turning rose
His penis thorn tearing hymen
I will recount this softly
Like your defiant "no" and cries
Carried away on waves of shame and embarrassment
Softly as you whimpered beneath his touch
Your skin becoming supple buffer
Between him and younger sister
A chance for children to remain such
Sacrifice of self for someone else's sake
Silent strength the kind you'd liken to Jesus
When prayers are only answered on behalf of others
The kind that never allow you to ask why me
Who knew what was to come
Who acted without regret
Threw cautionary innocence to the wind
Because anyone else dies from shame and guilt
Suicide becomes the moment someone else touches you
Raise my voice and wave my arms in a display
Of emotions you learned to hide long ago
If your life is in this poem
I will never run through you
You whose spring time came too soon
Scraped with thorns before budding into adulthood
I will not rush these words
They may be remnant of your journey into womanhood
I can never question your love
Look at what you gave your sister you living super heroine
I can never lose respect
I cannot call your life a story
We share your nightmares fighting in your sleep
So I will recount this slowly
Until I can catch up with your past
And save you
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Black Devil
Like crescent moons on Turkish flags
Revealing 32 white horses
A proud cavalry brigade of words
Behind a Pickets charge of syllables
Falling incoherent like Islamic prayers
On the ears of Christians
Yet there is no word for forgiveness
In the language of God
Ask your heart how to love at arms length
When your hands have yet to embrace
We are living civil war tactics
Counter insurgencies crossed with crucifixes
Prematurely imploding like suicidal suicide bombers
We've become timer tick
Turned itchy trigger finger
Pirates in police cruisers
Courageously crusading against our own image
That bring our own nooses
To old fashioned
Southern Baptist
Lynching parties
Pulpit pastors save souls
With boot heels and rifle butts
Beat me in the head with this book
Call it good call it God
Bashed brains and native tongues silenced
For America the free
To save the expense of a few bullets
I look at myself in mirrors that turn blackboard
A hollow reminder of something already dead
Tears shed become oceans of regret
If Gods voice is as thunder
No wonder we only welcome
Blue skies and sunshine
Some days I just wish
I could leave my skin tone at home
Our leaders become riffles
In the hands of our oppressors
There is a little Uncle Ruckus in all of us
I bet if I was white I'd feel a little more American
A little luckier, a bit happier
What would you know of Jihad
Every day is a Holy war
Between my heart and my head
My hands ache for my own blood
But suicide is a sin
And hated themselves
America will make you that way
No wonder God blesses her
She raises white devils with black skin
Who can't do anything but hate everything
The devil in my reflection laughs back
Monday, April 2, 2012
Broken Keys
Our harmony turning out of tune melody
Broken keys kissing
Hammers made from the weight of our words
Playing back memories like drunken jazz men
We choke back cigarette smoke happiness
Chase our pride with cognac
I wonder if you remember what love sounds like
But I wasn't much of a drummer anyway
So I sit at this broken piano
Trying to read sheet music
We fade to nothing
I want to stand on sustain pedals and let us linger
Night air turning single high note
Grace notes down your spine
It’s been so long since I tickled your ivory
I miss making you sing
I can't touch you right anymore
We only make obnoxious noise
What happened to acoustic love-making
Trying to press the chords that give us life again
Your church organ words were once something holy
On what is left of our love
Praying those last lingering memories play in tune
They do not