4/30 Wash Away Me

almond scrubs in luke warm water wash away me
a drip of suds avalanche down the nape of my breast
a tear is persistent to the internal eye
a cry is vacant to a subtle emotion

faded lovers swim in the nucleus of an iridescent bubble
they explode to the touch
i saw someone trying to keep away the pop with a blow
never with the touch of the heart
faded lovers pop like bubbles when falling
pop into the air when smacked in the face by the ground
as if falling meant dying
as if falling meant dying

cotton facecloths caress the erections on my skin
wash away me
wash away him from my mask of sex
erase these wooden blocks hanging from my ears
this nose ring clutching onto my breath
and my homsa should have protected me from evil like them

faded lovers grey like filthy bath water but never leave
i'm ready to pull the plug
ready to watch them sink into the funk they left inside of me
old mildew heart and pussy
got your funk crawlin' inside of my walls
got you stickin' to me like rust on an old pipe
wash away me
in a cup of gin and butterscotch candies and bleeding ink splatters on my lips
melting to the friction in a slow dance
erasing memories of fucking, loving empty
wash away me as if i'll ever be clean
as if i'll ever be clean.

5/30 A Moment

stroke like calm waters

breathing.

hands like clouds - a poke-a-dot in a blue sky.

our noses in passing

you hold your position

closed eyes

pureed skin with sweat peeking from our pores.

"I love you"

slips from the lips of my piercing gaze.

my arm cradles us into a daydream

only capable of being interrupted

by a kiss.

The 1st Love

There's still love there.

Like a tarnished spirit lingering in the creaks of an old home

appearing once addressed, but sometimes,

on it's own.

It jumps and hides from the air

it laughs and giggles at dawn

it cries at night.

Every now and then I look at your pictures.

I couldn't bear your voice anymore

I vanished, on purpose.

You may never understand

how I got over you.

But I did.

I love you - wait,

nah, it was a childish misconception.

But there is love there.

It's lost on that one corner

outside where we tried to -

the second time, too.

There is love in those memories

of you naked

of me intrigued

of me forgotten.

Stashed under an old mattress

engrossed in the memory of a photo

Yeah, there's still soul-aching,

heartbreaking,

breath taking,

love there.

I know you still care -

you have to.

We were innocent once.

We were at the same place, at one time.

where we drifted?

well....

Here I am.

I'm still looking for you.

Wind Chill

There's always a quaint perspective of love on television. There's always the overly happy couple with their overly happy stories of how they fell in love at first sight, first encounters, and the moment their lips intertwined under moonlight-- but they never talk about people like us. They never mention me and you. I stood on the bridge on Michigan Avenue and witnessed an undying emotion in the river's steady current. The glistening on it's skin looked like white angels dancing along it's waves, the light, that provided the blissful sparkle on it came from heaven sprinkled onto my beauty. So he sparkles. Truthfully, my pride no longer prevents me from admitting that I don't have a clue about how he makes me feel. But the wind spawned from his constant rush has enough power to piss me off and make me warm inside all at once. At 15 I would come home and be asked why my hair was all over the place, I simply said, "It was the wind". And so Chicago's love affair with me, wrote many poems along Michigan Avenue, it never ended.

American Dream Revamped - 2/5/11

My American Dream is...

New Beginnings.

A buried history of matriarchal sabotage.

A new legacy built by the strength and wisdom attained from

past endeavors.

A Family.

Mine.

My Own.

Children that I raise to be a reflection of the vision I have for them.

Happiness, genuinely.

The opportunity to live and give life,

to die after purpose, and to rest in peace

without having to R.I.P my soul.

The legacy will continue

and my descendants will tell stories of histories that I built

with my own heart.

One day I will be an ancestor,

and to me they will give praise

for being unselfish enough to recreate so they will have the opportunity to BE.

And not just exist.

Create your own American Dream!

But follow the legacy your last name refers to.

My American Dream is...

Not deserting you.

For being alone in this planet causes pain,

heartache.

And one experience is enough.

It lies in the meaning behind my words.

The words that will be spoken by the elite, the god's and goddesses of the streets.

Let it resurrect the minds that have deserted my generation

Like the Messiah.

Yeshua.

Let it be a relaxation

to the soul.

Create your own legacy!

Map out the faux pas of your past,

and your mother's past,

and your grandmother's past,

and your great-grandmother's past.

My American Dream..

gives daughters worthy mothers,

and sons deserving fathers.

Not lacking the puzzle piece that fulfills the portrait of existence.

My American Dream..

envisions MORE than Americans.

Spread Umoja across the planet,

for we are all God's seeds.

God's Love - 12/20/2010

Last night I told you I loved you.

On my knees, with the moonlight's reflection creating an eclipse in my bedroom

I closed my eyes and saw you sitting there

Being of divinity

My imagination does you no justice as you speak,

like angels singing halos in the tone of your voice

A portrait,

drawn by a sacred pen so that my eyes can only witness your outstanding,

abnormal shape.

A trapezoid with a hint of a sphere

A little bit of love to your hue...

and BAM!

Put combinations of my feeling for you in my hearts pan like Emeril

And when I tell you I love you...

I tell you, with an over-sized heart so that it hurts to bleed

suffocating myself with your presence so that it hurts to breathe,

I'd die

wearing my vulnerability like new clothes on the first day of school

right into your arms

As I dive into your being, free of my worries

Free of my tears.

Baptize me in your love, and free me from sin.

Let me fly without wings in your happily ever after,

and I will promise.

I will promise to be loyal.

To put you first in the midst of my journeys...

And when I tell you I love you, I'll say it with an Amen

SO I can make sure that you heard me.

Coconut Champagne

Inspired by "Coconut Champagne" by Denis DeBlasio

Jazz..

I like to rub my finger against its texture like champagne in my favorite wine glass

Easy

Cold chills, drums and a tune from my hearts speaker.

The trumpet

plays the songs of Havana nights

A fine brotha across the dance floor

We tango, we dance or

bask in the fruits of our existence

Sweeter than the smell of mangoes

His feet stamp steps into my remembrance

Warm

Smooth

Crisp

Like a hard wind

Like a glass of champagne, we toast

We coast

In Havana

But we're still on the dance floor

Hip switching to the sound of the band

oh

this is what I like to call Jazz

The shining instruments and he is synonymous

to the

gold shimmering of music

The beating fist of life

And the crisp

smooth

taste of coconut

We sip.

Out of my favorite champagne glass.