I opened the door to misery
inhaling the aroma of a different intimate chemistry
Incremental shifts of synergy individually renders me mentally weak!
A sinister invisible energy creeps!…
Within the darkest crevices of my neurons
that splinters then surrenders my memory to obscenities and beyond!
Reminiscing the scene of her screamin
Incoherent, I ran to the vicinity to discover the reason
what I saw literally uncoiled my double helix
My identity compromised by feelings enhanced by treason
at that moment I!…
and that’s all I remember officer, why would I lie?…
Chemistry
I thought I was over you
yet again I lied to myself
and let you get the best of me-
I grabbed you quick
helpless in my grip
as I squeeze you by the neck recklessly-
I was numb to how you might feel
my eyes blazed in that moment
dilated with impulse-
so consumed in anguish
I drank every bit of your being
a cold rush down my throat-
instant gratification every time
I lift you up and throw you down
my favorite color brown-
I willingly drown in you, message in a bottle
the taste of sweet misery..
but I love our chemistry-
Holding onto my sanity
I’m holding onto my sanity like a flying trapeze
sometimes I lose grip with reality, shy, I’m trying to grieve
Living feels so suffocating, it’s like I’m dying to breathe
I can’t tell a dream from a nightmare, but feel more alive while I sleep
drifting to the soothing sounds of a hooting owl, that’s inside of a tree
my window stays cracked open, because inside I feel outside of what’s free
these moments…I close my eyes and vibe with the breeze
though, lonely it seems, when I spend the bulk of those nights on my knees
the thunder is calling, lightning igniting the skies
the air, thick with moisture, serenated by the whistling wind chimes
a nocturnal ambiance, likened to the lightest dark
a universal mood set, morbid-like romanticism, the theme of my dying heart
…I pray my shadow never leaves me, my instinct never wilts
my 6th sense never haunts me, my self-esteem never spills
my heart never tricked, my conscience never lies
my voice never hoarse, my eyes never cry
my knees never quake, my shoulders never fold
my temper never simmers, my skin never cold
my sons forever love, their minds never tainted
they see life as art, and thrive within their parts in the painting (goodbye)
Fool Moon
I’m a fool within the lunar and..
I see the moon inside you
I may just howl inside you..(ahhrooooh!)
if there is room inside you
guide me to the womb inside you
I become unglued inside you
subdued, then become brand new inside you
I might just jump the broom inside you
may morph into a groom inside you (I do)
I am cocooned inside you
any moment I may bloom inside you
I may stay long enough to meet my doom inside you
but it won’t come too soon inside you
I change along with the moon cycles that cycle inside you
so be aware of the werewolf, that can not survive in spite being inside you
I Once Identified as a Christian
I once identified as Christian
Maybe because of Christmas
So I guess I never been religious
maybe there is just too many religions
so whose right in this world that we live-in
and if I choose the wrong side, will I be forgiven or eternally re-live it
What about those whom are still ignorant?
A child, a teen, foreigners, islanders, monks, and the indigenous
each teaching with commonalities but on their own side of scrimmage
I can’t even fathom how that’s possible, I don’t get it
history showed religion was controlled by the higher ups
so if I’m low on the totem pole & accept my limited role, will I ascend high enough?
I believe in God, my relationship is of love, fear and enlightenment
I repent with a pure heart without confessions or tithe enticement
speaking beliefs are taboo yet they rule the mass’
They should all be heard so I just figured I’d ask
Belief and love should never be uptight
so never stray to convey its meaning, because all religions endured sacrifice
Pride or Privilege?
Will it be pride or privilege that conquers us?
because our ocular is sub-consciously co-opted to the corrupt occultist in our nearest metropolis
Politics are autonomous
and radicals are becoming commoners
Change only goes as far as the comma does (woke)
and lessons of love go as far as the memory of your mama does…
Division, race or religion
make a way for collisions
of sex changes, shameless critics
Campaign races that plague and play the percentage
identities and meaning diminished
when fingers aimed, to mame , yet shadow the same ways of those they blame that did it
until they get caught up, excuses get brought up
favors are bought up, while we too blind ignorant or starstruck
thrown in the same potluck, quickly x’ing out reality like pop ups
unknowingly we defer to the same mass perceptions that taught us-
individualism is scorned, all-the-while racial sexual institutional and economical oppression distraughts us
whose more at fault with these thoughts that disparage exhault or befall us?
it seems like my future is a coin toss up
because what I know vs who I know I’m forced to choose thru limited options
fateful decisions made with few minutes of caution
what about women that get lost in
objectivity and sexual interests
but no one forces those Instagram pictures and Pinterest
can’t have it both ways because men love baring witness
to women blemished
instead of distinguished, with their position and ambitions extinguished
and to the dreamers…keep dreaming
contribution is only for consumers contributing to capitalists
located on wall street or Pennsylvania avenue where the capitol is
what u heard thru the grapevine is the herd is the grapevine and you the unknowing cattle and catalyst
exterior judgement covers interior battles within
sin, laws, views, perception, and women-a way for judgement
money-the way is judgement
hush…theory becomes fact, census is life
big brother, the system see’s through desensitized eyes
tribalism is blind senseless and strife
we make too much cents from the ism’s, our pension for reasoned decisions just to live thru this life
so will it be pride that kills me, privilege that stunts me, or politics
that abolishes my knowledge and only acknowledges my number of commas as my range of common sense?!
Read into that!