painted poetry,
and poetic paintings
art plus art
is, two in one, Heart
and,
two plus one, is three-
her, and I, divided in parts
plus one, being the light of our being
4 chambers of heart
Spirit
Mindstate
when confined
hard to keep the mind-
straight,
down near a decade,
finally able to look out the window
to align the blinds-
straight,
reversed blind-
fate
when each day starts out as,
a blind-
date
but this new light of mine,
now boosts my mind-
state,
my new state of mind,
is a change of mind
that may change some minds
and might change the crime-
rate
at the same time,
these thoughts of mine,
unwinds my binds
and this spirit of mine-
vibrates
my eyes dilate-
cries subside, dilute, and dehydrate
eyelids vie loose and tirade
because seeing all the sides and signs
can drive the mind-
irate
’til the very moment that I-
shake
or
cross the lines
to untie its ties
as a creator-
creating the type of vines to light
that Christ-
makes,
but this is all for my mind’s-
sake,
because you can only repeat-
your mind,
and this is the new me re-
defined,
in my trials to reach beneath-
the skies,
so we can all see what all we seek
which may increase
or the deplete-
the mind,
therefore I dream and speak-
my mind,
so I’m keen to no longer defeat-
my mind,
and take heed
to whatever keeps and peaks-
my mind,
because that is what frees
or screens-
my eyes,
and makes me dream
or scream-
inside,
until parallel or perpendicular themes-
collide,
but everything
is beyond what it seems-
in life,
so despite my seeming strife
I steam inside,
and glean a better me-
in stride,
even while I seem-
confined
I lead and strive
throughout all the pain that was the-
bleeding type
but I’m more than the mean
and I mean to FLY
therefore,
my minds’ great
so my state of mind-
for your mind’s sake,
is why I’m-
Great!
OMINOUS
I AM a SPIRIT
I AM CARNATED in this FLESH
My TEMPLE
but I was born, IN and OF,
GOD
therefore, I AM also,
a god
CREATED for GOD’S PURPOSE
and that PURPOSE,
is LOVE
so the DIVINITY within me,
is NOT FORGOTTEN
its been my ONLY PROMISE
and NOW,
the ONLY thing there is left to do…
is LIVE!
will YOU?
Dreamt
I dreamt,
a deep and intimate dream I seldom speak of
one of wholeness
vulnerability
and oneness,
complimentary-
at its rudimentary parts-
as opposed to its contrary perspective
the perspective which deems ‘opposites’ as a counter
or antagonist
creating unequal and domineering components of interaction and relationship
I dream of, and for, a siren of light
as direct and strong in her teaching of intimacy and companionship
as she is an evangelist of equality
a light bearer of wisdom and intuition
an advocate of humanity
an activist against oppression
a proprietor of hope peace love self determination and spirit
a liberator of consciousness
a dreamer
indeed,
both a woman and warrior of love life and light
a woman with a voice as strong to my ear as her heart
a woman in harmony with both her temple and spirit
not defined by, what she adds on
but defining, what she adds on,
with her how’s and why’s
a woman free and confident in choice
her choice
empowered further forward by what she sees in her compliment
her partner
a woman who vibrates with an energy of truth over tradition
basking in the animate treasures of permanence
illuminating truth within impermanence
and embracing her humanness
knowing gifts come in all things
I desire a woman who sees
as well as leads when she needs
not solely by what she needs
with a deeper knowing of ‘needs’
a woman insightful, intuitive, intentional, and introspective
she is a goddess like all others
but she knows it
and I compliment her,
as a god, like all others
but I know it
we compliment each other as teachers of love and light
enduring entropy as one
absolutely balancing relativity
what sleeps,
must awaken
so dreams may manifest
I knew you before time
now time is ours
I Am U
I am black, I am white, I am brown, I am yellow, I am mixed, I am him, I am her, I am you
I am indigenous, I am Christian, I am Rasta, I am Muslim, I am Catholic, I am Buddhist, I am Moor, I am Masonic-Jew
I am cross, I am flag, I am cult, I am clique, I am Klan, I am gang, I am group
I am red, I am blue, I am hue
I am sinner, I am imperfect, I am convict, I am mistake, I am hurt, I am accused
I am lost, I am alone, I am shallow, I am ruse
I am bat, I am knife, I am sword, I am bullet, I am gun, I am whip, I am noose
I am hat, I am clothes, I am cloth, I am fashion, I am trend, I am style, I am old, I am new
I am pledge, I am promise, I am war, I am peace, I am words, I am truce
I am brand, I am logo, I am design, I am art, I am tattoo
I am scratch, I am scrape, I am scar, I am wound, I am bruise
I am tree, I am flower, I am vines, I am soil, I am deep, I am root
I am clouds, I am stars, I am sky, I am light, I am air, I am chandelier, I am roof
I am lies, I am questions, I am answer, I am wonder, I am mystery, I am legend, I am taboo,
I am opinion, I am fact, I am news, I am truth
I am apart of everything just like you
I am a person-just with an inmate number khakis and prison boots!
Belly of the Beast
Deception, the etymology of her dialect
she sang like sirens
luring me blissfully into my demise
fatefully alerted to the fangs of her promises
my surrender was savored
eyeing the glistening venom oozing from her salivation
serenaded to a triumphant laughter
lifelessly frozen in her deadly clutches
victory and animas adorning her gaze
then her jaws widened grotesquely
consuming all of my sight
blocking even the expansive rays of the sun
turning the day to night almost instantaneously
as I stood, aligned with her tonsils
eerily similar to the shadow of mine
or the shadow I was foreshadowed to become
and with a swooshing sound
accompanied by a vacuuming vortex
her jaws snapped
and fangs jarred, barring down
with my being fatally siphoned from what was once life
once land
once liberation
now lossed, swallowed whole into her belly
where I remained idle
not dead
nor alive by any means
just wasting, while torturously preserved
to relive this consumption in the belly of my beast every day
her thirst rarely quenched
her hunger never satisfied
and heroes are just a fable
because no one can slay this dragon
they only feed her bottomless appetite
hoping she’s appeased
as to not get caught in her caging gaze
bringing down her imprisoning jaws
fearing being enveloped whole
so few rarely dare visit
too scared to risk their lives,
trying to save their lossed loved ones
while distantly crying out that,
“she must be too full by now, let some out!”
but they’ve seen love swallowed whole,
without regard, time and time again
and all that lies left
is a thick dreary fog of,
fear, contempt and hopelessness
the dragon has even been known to consume those as well
there’s truly no escape, inside or out
you either feed her
or get fed to her
and just like her servers,
her hunger knows no bounds
so life remains bleak and dark for most
because there’s no light inside the belly of the beast