
Night Riding
Eternal darkness turns to light
I see myself riding comets particles dangling like strings from kites
Blowing effortlessly on cosmic waves
And celestial breezes
Don’t blow my high, don’t blow my high
As I trip off forbidden fruits of youth
That freeze time and space
Making yesterday never and tomorrow non existent
Let me meditate in the now!
More than likely with a Heavenly celestial body
Vibin on a plane that’s extraterrestrial probably
The Universe is our playground
And out of this atmosphere we can never be hurt
Damn I wish we could never come back to Earth
Let’s take this limited endlessness
This short taste of infinity
And be one full nothingness as we drift along…
Ms. Neo Soul
Dedicated to my favorite singer and only R&B artist…
As her silky tones put neo soul kisses on my earlobes
Soothing vibrations tickling the strings of my heart
Massaging away all the stress of the day
Leaving just me her and the song
If music is love vocally your touch is intimate
Sensuously teasing every inch of my being
My eardrums transform into G spots
As you lay verbal climaxes with every lyric you say
Lil lady will you stay? Sing a song for a lonely poet…
For the breath between your words has become the breath between my heartbeats
Your high notes are my highlights
Writing hymns dedicated to the godliness in your voice
Though your song has become distant the spell hasn’t changed…
When I dig deep for the inspiration of ages
I think of one of your simple lines…
Let me love you baby
If only I could, because distance and destiny set our two worlds apart….
From breakfast to dinner I missed your face
Well baby I’ve been missing you from December to April
And those cheesy long distance calls don’t compare…
To your melodies kiss after your physical hug
And three months overdosing on your spiritual drugs
Believe me baby, you’re worth the wait
I got a sweet Georgia Peach won’t you come and get a taste
Let me ease your mind….
Water Bearer/Earth Sign
For ______ I want but can’t have…
Your whimsical ways entice me…
Its art watching you transform futility into fruit, and foolishness into significance
Ignorance is bliss but you ain’t slow…
My baby just likes to play crazy for those who don’t know
Sexy brown Afro Latin, eyes full of wonder movements full of passion
I was always a sucker for love but you’re every emotion in action…
Missing more than the sound of your voice…
I miss sneaking to touch your hand when you pass me a Vanilla Dutch
Just because I was too afraid to ask to hold it
I was too afraid to ask for more
Because soft emotions are easily molded
And my heart could have been smashed, stretched or possibly broken
Besides, you ain’t meant to be held, just beholden
Air gives life to Earth, water bearers bring fruit from dirt
Bringing worth from nothing
Or at least making worth feel like it’s worth something
And if worth is worth something to you
Water bearer can I get an April Shower of your lovin…
I don’t need a storm, just a sprinkle or a drip
Because my left cheek still remembers your lips
And my right cheek got jealous of the left
But my eyes sank into yours and fell into the depths
My heart grew wings and flew out of my chest
To guide you home on every single step……..
The Moon (dedicated to the title)
I wrote you a 6 page love letter after we met
The mind sex of your deep brown eyes had me vexed
I saw a Universe in you that was so simple it seemed complex
You want nothing less than the unconditional
But unconditional had conditions I couldn’t reach
Expectations I couldn’t foresee
I fell from Heaven riding your wings
So I grew my own, is it too late for you to see?
Instead of being lost in your vastness
I now appreciate your simplicity
When our minds meet it’s deeper than intimacy
Square peg with a round hole, how could you ever be into me?
It’s in fault that I perceive greatness
And if you would be so gracious as to open your Gates
That is the Heaven of your presence
I’d meditate on the Moon and watch comets fly by
Because we ain’t stars, just meteorites on the skyline of a lifetime
If I gotta race through infinity with anyone it’s you
Your nothingness is fulfilling
Water giving life that only takes shape when poured into you
Positive energy in motion, ecstasy embodied
I can’t be falling too fast, because I’ve been falling for a year and a half…
6 seasons and 18 cycles showed me I love you…
Stream of Consciousness Pt. 1
I wish Planet Niburu was real…
Save for a little intelligent company--- loneliness
A world free of hurt, safe from agony
Ripe with pure clarity
Devoid of social opiates
That cloud my mind…
Star child of darkness, like a system at the Edge of Known
Insignificant in my omnipresence disconnected from reality
There is no Universal truth but experience
People take the needle of belief and transform into fools
Forgetting all intelligence is built on ideals
Rock is strong but a slave to waters softness and persistence
Perpetual motion through existence is the fate of energy
I live as pure vibration radiating into Unknown
Casting line for company on this short voyage to eternity
Sense out of chaos, controlled variation is my futile goal
The elegance of the soul is found in its ugly points
Speaking tongues in consciousness streams
Trying not to drown in my own virtue
In trying to become God…
I finally became human…
I Am (Gaining One’s Definition)
Born into formlessness; created for a notion that is reality
Nothingness is everything in the grand scheme
Ugly truth is in our identity crisis
Pseudo celestial beings rationalizing our own self importance
Would you still love me if you know how hideous I truly was?
That I didn’t come with feathered wings
That Commandments don’t come with my entrance
And Revelations don’t come with my Exodus
My divinity is a figment of Our Hope
Of the primordial potential we remember but can’t obtain
A suicidal deity is how I define mankind
Playing God, embarking on technological Armageddon
Like a child marveling at the beauty of fire
Who has not yet tasted pain…
Drunk and Suicidal Pt. 1
When the world blows…
I’ll be here alone
That’s the Hell I’ve earned
Some sins can’t be repented
The Judgment Day of my mind
Makes my soul forever burn
An idle mind
Is one of Lucifers tools
So what the fuck am I?
I try to be good
Even tried being God
Only left wondering why..
Momma don’t cry
Daddy don’t be ashamed
I’ve only failed me
Locked from Heaven’s door
Hades closed its gates
Someone swallowed the key
I don’t care where
I wanna go somewhere
Away from inside of me
Love, loyalty
Don’t mean shit to anyone but me
I wish I could draw so you’d see
Cuz no one hears…
Halimah…
(Distance is but Space and Time)
Halimah, can I taste the nectar of life
That is the kiss of your lips…
Distance doesn’t exist
When it comes down to matters of the heart and soul…
Even Heaven beholds your presence
When your name is one of God’s virtues
Intellectually blessed with wisdom that comes in simple phrases
One sentence affects my world view
My perspective becomes that of the angel
Manifested in you… Gentle, patient, kind, humane
I fantasize of your fingertips brushing away my sorrow
When I think of this definition of you
I refuse it because it is limitation…
How does one define God? God is Love personified
And beyond that sweet four letter word, I can’t define you
Building you temples through poetry, like an Arabian Isis
Praying you bless me with your affection
Until I meet you equal…
I won’t be satisfied without you…
Eternity is a long wait…
Poetry Is Dead
Poetry died when it became cliché
Emotion replaced with alliteration
Calculated thoughts being over analyzed
By pseudo intellectuals and their philosophical posturing
Fuck your standardization of my truth
Fuck your meddling in my metaphors
And definitely fuck those two degrees you obviously paid too much for
Cuz you’re still dumb as dog shit on toast
My poetry doesn’t boast it explodes
When my ego implodes, and my id and superego
“that’s Nigga and God to you mortals” fight over my soul
Sometimes the pen and pad swallow me whole
Spewing my words into a new dimension of thought
That’s Heaven or Hell depending on what my mind is on
Scriptures encrypted in my cerebral cortex
Sucking me into a lyrical vortex
Of broken English and Shakespearian prose
Resurrecting Osiris, Isis, and Horus
Showing you what Christ is--- but the Pope he abhors this
Cuz him and his buddies in Rome got the Virgin Mary whorin’
10% of your bread for her favors---
Now if that ain’t some game I don’t know who’s really a player
Fuck Mayor I’m running for dictator
So dictate this while your ears are wet, pussies…
The revolution will not be televised it will be digitized
And spread through guerilla mass marketing
IP addresses targeted like virtual terrorist cells
For uploading truth screaming Jihad against Babylon
Cuz my God ain’t make no punk; He gave me a sword that transforms to a mic
That slays demons in the hearts of men
But you’d rather I spit about flowers and gumdrops; Cuz my authentic Black masculinity Is too powerful to be held or controlled by your creative fascism
If poetry is dead I’m going out blasting
With twin 40 Cal’s of truth taking out men women and children
Splattering ignorance across this North American wilderness
An oasis in the desert of foolishness and debauchery
Drink deep of my wisdom, escape the Hellfire of false reality
Poetry is dead, and you killed it with your fear
Fear of the thunder that is the African drum beating in me
The prehistoric vibe that moves me; raising pyramids from sand, mankind from my loins
And until you see the beauty that is the ugliness of my truth
And stop perverting what has already been raped and vilified…
Poetry is dead