Glass Staircase: D'verse

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Saturday, February 28, 2015

At First Sight

I watched you like a play in a field of strawberries.

I imagined you were telling my life story to an audience

full of strangers; and I, too afraid to have a seat.

So, I studied you from afar and resorted to
reading lips as if I had gone deaf.

for OLN @dversepoets

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Sunday, April 13, 2014

The Bull Walking on Blood and Soil

A mass of gray in death causing turmoil

Like the spiral of a ram's horn

Conspiracies that surround the goat head

Are the reason no one reads good news

Unless there's speculations

Of pyramid symbolism

Theories become irrefutable evidence

Colorblind like a bull to every matador

Waving a red cape

Charging at a double edge sword

Like a nigga to a fire hose

You can't walk in my shoes

I have hooves

Among the million man march

Of pale soles

The ground we both walk on

Is the same but for some

It feels like broken glass and

Dirty needles bent from

Being passed around

Like a house built on blut und boden

*Blut und boden - German for blood and soil, is Nazi ideology;

synonymous with racism.*

This poem is written for Poetics - The Photography of Phyllis Galembo, my prompt

at d'Verse Poets Pub.

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Monday, March 10, 2014

Gēras

(photo cred)

My flesh resembles that of a stone

Hardened by the erosion of reality

I witness like a fly on the wall

Camouflaged in blue smoke quartz.

*We're doing micro poetry inspired by the photography of Shanyns

for Poetics at d'Verse Poets Pub*

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Monday, October 17, 2011

Sioux

I laid with you as an eloquent nude

Accepting every hour

As another eccentricity

In a bath of your lemon curd

A climax of euphoria

From your full lips

Down to the fat of your hips

Counting thy blessings as

One torn rib of man

Creating a cannibal's cave in the sheets

While two tongues wilt like dying roses

In an eclipse of atmosphere reminiscent of 3 a.m.

You light a cigarette while I play the flute

For this starless night as the face

Of a hungry child graces the television set

Actors paid to enslave beggars

For a petty flashing light

Encircled in smoke rings

I still breathe fullness as pure

As my once virgin tongue

Now weaving between your teeth

As you slowly capture me in your jaw

For pleasures unknown

Plotting revenge like a sadistic fiend

I am a cross at the scene of a tragedy

Overshadowed by tall blades of grass

A venomous hold sharp like

The structure of your face

Cheek bones give me lacerations

Along my spine with intentions to please

Gagged and bound

I have your disease

for open link night at D'versePoets

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Monday, October 10, 2011

Niggas

Kool-aid drinkin', fried chicken eatin' niggas

Rob you at gunpoint, crackhead/alcoholic niggas

Rape ya daughters rape ya sons

Heartless ass niggas

Gun totin' tech-9 4-5 stutin' niggas

Ain't man enough to take care of they own damn kids

Lazy no good niggas

Wifebeater wearin' abusive husband

Stealin' from ya loved ones

Ghetto ass niggas

Get outta my neighborhood niggas

You ain't welcome here niggas

Them niggas need Jesus

They spawn from the Devil, that's why their skin so dark

It's a curse I tell ya! A curse!

I'll be damned if I let them

Lil thievin' niggas around my kids

Go back to Africa, chase those lions

And throw spears from the highest tree niggas

My niggas wear pants that hang off they asses

My niggas are straight G's

We don't take no shit from no

"Wanna be gay ass white boy niggas"

My niggas drank 40's and talk to

Fine ass bitches that look like Beyonce

No dark bitches tho, my niggas'll kick they

Tar lookin' asses to the curb

My niggas real

Them fake ass niggas wear tight ass jeans

And look like some rock listenin' emo motherfuckas

We don't want no helpin' hand

That's what the oozi is for

Feel me, my nigga?

Don't hate the playa hate the game

We strugglin' so we hustlin' rocks

Like Young Jeezy back in the day

See, you ain't a nigga unless you from the streets

Fuck the goddamn suburbs my nigga

We stay in the hood and we run it too

Cus we niggas, real ass niggas

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Tuesday, September 13, 2011

Juniper

Our skin twists like Lynchian art

As my pores widen and

Long for the scent of your hair

The length of my heart doesn't compare

Rinse my scars in a shower of

Blood, sweat and tears

While the stains on my brittle bones

Last beyond the years

Abstract is the flesh beneath

Your shoulder blades

Cut me open and lay inside my cage

Whispers of pale pink against dark red

Under the melanin of your brown skin

Far from a curse

For you, I am a fool

A bitter juniper pond, I wait to immerse

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Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Today is the day
I've planned since the moment
I turned fourteen
Unclear and ignorant
A love, premature
Nobody sings in this old building
I did, but shouts covered my voice
Like sirens in hurricane season
I've decided
A boy, now a man, no one gave the time of day to
A few would wave, and I always said "Hi."

A smirk
A mumble
A knife in the back

Plastic bag on my forearm
Full of liquor
I met with a bum from around the corner
He had no teeth and a heart of gold
He had nothing to give yet gave more
Than all the Donald Trumps of the world
A shadow man bathed in light
He had no roof, not even a cardboard box

He is, on the outside, my inner self
Like a copycat with no skin
Hailstorms from my eyes came pouring down
They penetrated my ribcage
So the bruises never fade away

As I said my goodbyes,
The Bum wanted to give me a penny
I told him I had no use for it
He said "I know it seems useless, but keep it...
I found it face up; I'm passing you the good luck"
Though luck is for the believers and the foolish
I knew all too well the meaning of useless
As if I'm a wordsmith rehearsing
With his dictionary
I've been through hell and back
Ain't no penny ever save me
Ain't no God at my doorstep
So what is luck?
I thought about it as the
Hot rooftop burned my feet
But I'm not a believer, so
Face down, this penny will land.

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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

$$$ Bags

A crumudgeon, to coliginus moon

Shine downs the throat of apathy

And into the spines of Somalian

Bloodlines like fish freshly paralyzed

hoppin' for breath just across

From a fine mansion with a moat

Genius! True genius like a nonchalant

Einstein with eyes made of diamond

George Washington for skin

And sheep's fur atop his skull

Under the microlense dead skin cells

Nickels & dimes of a quarter

Credit rating for inflatable baboons floating

With greed as in deadly sin merging

With an amendment

Our office cut like unwanted limbs

Dressed in pressed suits

Disfigured bodies packed in briefcases

And returned in such disorder

Killing the lower class dismorphic pleasure

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Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Devil's Food

its like i saw the beautiful face of grief

in the naked image of the mirror

found solace over worn out shoes

with caked courage smeared on red bottoms

like velvet for footsteps

and fork-teeth for footprints,

a layer of arrogance covering

my sugar coated flesh

like salt on slave wounds

an X across my back

raspberry blood drippings stain my ancestors

devouring another slice

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Tuesday, July 19, 2011

(Brothers)

a piano with blood keys

blistering thy fingerprint

like fire eating wood rings

a pastel tokyo resembling afghanistan

the oblivious disciple ruling over

knights armoured guards kings queens

day and night

whilst badgers weep

he spots a poor man - creep

unworthy of bread crumbs

as if he has no torso

share thy ribs with twin

for so he wouldn't be king

this poem is for Open Link Night at Dversepoets

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