Crowd Me

Crowd Me

In a loud room of people

silent passion screamed so loud

unable to ignore it

suffocated as your passion crowds

me

into your

be-

ing.

The crowd stops

Your aura cocoons me

in a realm, by myself

nobody disturbs me

my body’s on lockdown

but you have a key

You want to try, trying to avoid contact with

Shy eyes

Descend on me

make my vision your everything.

Face to face

no inches spared

tight lipped,

my mind begs, ‘I want your kiss here

and

...Here.

and you heard like I spoke them out

my silent pleas as clear as a shout.

Even closer

you silence me

isolate me

into your mind

seduced by your kiss

I fall deeper

and deeper

into total abyss,

my tongue obeys my mind

and spells my name in your mouth
...
Yes!

I want you mine to be the only name you shout

Your lips blossomed me as they plant something

I’d love for you to water

under our umbrella

from the showers of stares I forgot about

In a room full of people

silent passion is so loud

Your kiss took me away from the crowd
I would never usually do that lol

Even if I birthed you stars
out of my own womb
You'd still, open heartedly,
ask for the moon.

As an aborted butterfly
from your abandoned cocoon.

Forceful winds the pain away,
repressed-
suppressed in the leaves that stray
Whirlwind in the lands of fairytales:
A mum, a dad, a boy and a girl.
Forcefilled ideologies, how this ish should be
A proud father, lies by Walt Disney.

Away from his soil
I write my name in the sand
and a memo to my muse
that will put a ring on my hand
with tears, i scribe:

'This caged, disabled bird you helped sing
and to my broken wing, you became my other
As I hold your seeds in our garden of love
please dont be a 'man' like my father.'

Daily mere hellos
and carless goodbyes
under a face of stone, a daughter cries
displaced lack of attention through violent music
unladylike verses
and his version of bull$*%£

Under one roof, in the next room asleep
lying awake, waiting for hatred to leave
after twenty years
it still holds its tenancy
and the longing for
the absence of mentailty,
attention and normality

'Promise to love us,
love me'

Viscious waters disolve my memo
under the waves of ablyss
Salt stinging the wounds of the waves that were missed
Back to his land
of mud and uncleaniness

An ugly star-eyed butterfly

waiting to be kissed

Mile High Club

If I could,

I would

send you

luxury

exclusive class

above the clouds

be your air-at-ten

dance

around my cabin

and I would thank you for flying my friendly skies

over, and over and over again

So, please fasten your seatbelt

because as smooth as my love may soothe you

you may experience my turbulence.

So put on your hat, and be the pilot of this plane

where you and I are the only passengers that remain

and seeing as you’re the captain of this

.... plane

you don’t have to remain

strapped

....in.

Roam around my cabin as you like

No worries about the high pressure because

I’m preparing for a very smooth landing

but in case of an emergency~my cushions as your floatation device!

An oxygen mask will appear,

place it over your nose

and your mouth,

so suck it in,

and breathe

...

Deeply...

ForcefulFlutters

i watch as my pen doodles butterflies all over the page

floating.

dancing..

prancing..

freely..

performing within these white lines as their stage

conversations leave my heart starting to expand

but i contract it back with a strong reprimand

forcing emotions to express through a rhythmical line

while tingling sensations caress the traces of my spine
could i tell this poet that they penetrate my mental so deep
that visions of them paint across my mind as i drift to sleep
i shouldnt...

shhhh!

i force my ink to leak the secrets that i keep
as letters quietly script syllables along my bare chest
and all the similies sent my way
i slowly savor and ingest
as black stains bleed out the feelings
that i am forced to suppress
gradually learning beyond what the simple eyes may see

as clear as monotones, but only partially
trying clearly to not overstep any lines or boundaries

realizations revealing that this time in space is probably not meant for we.

unfortunately...

i smile that soft unfortunate smiles knowing that they dont belong to me
but something in this life sent their footsteps across my passageway
and im not stressing the reason or why, i just want their prints to stay
even if only for another day
i want to openly confess, stand up and profess
that they are doing something really unexplainable to me, but i sit quietly
declaring my emotions ....

as i doodle butterflies

fluttering silently

Television Studies

When it comes to "Black History"
people forget those who died coming over
crushed and vanished
as the Unknown Soldiers
who bled and cried
the very inspiration to Angelou's, Still i Rise.
Because they were denied their dignity, pride
and the education they were forced to hide
while they wade in the waters
with no freedom guides,
No back bus seats
driven by the white people
while blacks marched on the bus
destination to hell, to make everybody equal.

Now we focus on a black master
getting green
living in a white house
first built by an African slave.
It seems like, before the Civil Rights
we forgot everybody’s name
but they taught HOW to read and write
built pyramids as sky scrapers, back in Anno Domini.

Yet...

We still get mad at the ‘oppressor’ after watching Roots
after being told, they hide knowledge in books
because in films they re-present the truth.
They mention the musicians, but not the surgeons
and have you noticed...everybody seems to be American?
Forgetting about the triangle of trade
where slave were sold and taken to Mane
So, learn another song, don’t tell the ‘shooting story’ again.
There’s more to black history to be seen
past the black hole of the television screen.

i Bet You Think This Poem is About You

I've been away from the pad.. apologies, but the valid reason is my publication!
My book has tide through the printing process and has finally reached the shore! It has a few poems included from the blog, some new additions and the good oldies, for now, enjoy my vision...
Let me know if you would like a copy, and you'll have my lines between your hands.

Oh, and it's free! You can't put a price on art, right?