Imperceptibly You

Deny it!
Try it!
Celebrate what you think
I’ll celebrate what I know
Yes we all have room to grow
Life seeds to sow
In the cavity that is our lives
We reside
Yet some hide
I simply look to provide
A catacomb for our deliberate transgressions
Against our better selves
Which may not be our best selves
Yet. . .
So I coalesce
Your reality of me
With my perceptions of you
A metaphysical hue
Culminating into a deep, melodic blue
Like Jazz
Like percussion
Like a well played sax
Sending tingles down our backs
Back to Earth
She is my mother
Like no other
I see her in all her splendor
I see her in you
You are my glue
Sticking with me forever
No
Holding worlds together
Amidst a sea (see) of everyone
I know what you are
You’re my everything
That of you which I understand
Comprehend
Better than
You may think I do
Imperceptibly You

Horizon (a.k.a 2009)

Look out past the sunlit skies to an oasis

Far and wide as the land is long

And as the sea is deep

And as the air is thin and transparent

Past the emotional bent of human existence

And the existential nomenclature

Sizzles the repressed, organic substantiation

Of Life

And Living

And Dying

And Death

And Rebirth

And the ever ebbing and flowing of circles

That move and torture the soul

Once more

It is the horizon

It is the “what’s next”

It is the belief that beyond what you can see

Is something majestic

Something worthy of glorification

Like

Like. . .

Like tomorrow

Like awakening eyes

Like childbirth

Or like stepping foot off of a plane in a new location

Basking in the ever-present belief that each moment

May be our last

Or just the step before the next

In a long list of steps that is our being

Taking control of what’s in front of you

Within reach

Right before the horizon

Right before the blue meets yellow, orange, red

Right before present presses against future

In a hug so grand that you feel it as heat

Cooling heat

Isn’t it refreshing?

The horizon is among us all

And we have the power to believe it to be

What we want it to be

The next best thing to today

For in this moment

In this time

In this hour

We have maxed out our beliefs

And the horizon is the only thing

That will take us further beyond our

Realism’s understanding

To our imagination’s creations

To the core of everything we know

Life does get better

When we look out upon

The horizon

Election Day (A reflection)

Eerily similar to the
Brow they beat
Carves the
Sweet smell of victory
From the
Foul stench of defeat
Build catacombs for my slumber
Cuz muh
Mind needs sleep
I dream of long summers
Cuz our
Lives are winter deep
It's the CHANGE
That I speak of
To redirect our course
From politics as usual
From the cart leading the horse
From races feeling remorse
Because they're not in the lead
Handouts are drying up
Takes a true capitalist
To succeed
Hungry mouths with
Mouths to feed
We're deep in deep need
Lactose intolerant babies
So breast milk goes to waste
Government funds to feed the war
Starving neighbors
Bombs have no taste
We must make haste
To the voting booths we go
We have a chance to clear up now
What we should've done
4 years ago
These are not the words of a Democrat
But a realist tired of fate
Laziness can be overcame
Our vote will SATIATE

Congrats President Elect Barack Hussein Obama!!

Nerve Endings

Man
You remind me
Of Black Love
That old school
Black Love
Like I knew it once before
Or
Like I was born with it innately
That Great Black Love
That smells like
Hair grease and soap
When you're sitting on my lap
Cocoa butter and Strawberry Chapstick
When you're rubbing against my skin
That Black, Black Love Where
Lutha, Anita and Teddy
Play back to back to black
Frankincense and Vanilla candles
Scent the air
As you push your thigh
Between my thighs
And I cup the back of your neck
With one hand
While caressing your waist
With the other hand
Your breasts
Lay heavy on my heart
As I feel you breathe on me
I wanna blow you like a horn
And hear you scream out my name
musically
Give me what you got
Give me you

Woman
You Remind me
Of Black Love
That Sensual Black Love
That grooves through my blood
Blurs my senses
And kneads my body to a purr
That hot summer Black Love
Sneaking kisses on the porch swing
As we escape the heat
That makes us sweat
Drip
Melt
Pool
Our minds into one thought
One feeling
One being
One Love
That Blistering Black Love
Scalding
Branding
Possessive Black Love
That holds you to me
In me
On me
Under Me
With Me
In tandem
In rhythm
In Love
That gripping Black Love
From which I do not want to escape

What she said

What I won’t be:

Conforming, redundant, malicious, subversive, sycophant, despotic, irrelevant, conniving, futile, baseless, banal, fretful, fearful, grieving, regretful, belligerent, abusive, caustic, punitive, judgmental, brisk, frigid, simple, shallow, transparent, guarded, deceitful, tormenting, or ugly

What I will be:

Deliberate, passionate, nurturing, loving, kind, fearless, fertile, adventurous, tempestuous, spontaneous, sexy, kinky, kooky, quirky, darling, beautiful, brazen, laid bare, boastful, brimming, bountiful, frank, honest, open, protective, loyal, affectionate, witty, flirty, willful, wanton, laughing, and lovely

And that's just off the top of my head

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I can dig that!

Assuage

Through the daunting perils
That is love and sacrifice
I sauntered about
Until I came amidst new ground
Expecting all I've known to disappear
And be replaced by expecting greatness
Or Great Expectations
Greater made by the dandy springing forth
From my face
Intrinsically valuating the merits
Of a life led right
Around the corner from a life led wrong
And yet, we all belong
On the same street of happiness
Where I find myself
Drenched in the downpour of your attention
Of your intention
To bring richness to a pauper spirit
Caught up with shaking his head
At the ways of the world
We're worlds away
But at night, our voices play
For me anyway
Setting parameters around discussion
So as to escape from our escape
And give the world, what we will give each other
A way to be better
A way to build fortresses of Love
Made magnetic by the state of our persons
Or, better still, our personalities
We touch down like tornadoes
Leaving peace in our wake
I awake. . .you awake
This isn't a dream
Our actions, now have meaning
I am better
For relating to you
Assuage

Pure (An Homage)

I looked out my work window today
And saw the cascading fall of raindrops
Cleanse the Earth of all that was past
Refresh the character of those awaiting new
And I immediately thought of you
Sleeping
Dreaming
Breathing
Hoping
Looking for brighter days
You are the Earth after it rains
Now that the rain has stopped
I see you everywhere