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Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Phases of the Moon

I want to, Watch this crescent moon Go through its phases Waxing, Like the feelings I have for you... Waning, Like my chances Of being with you...

I want to, Pluck this moon From the heavens Then, Fix it in your Dark, dark, Cotton candy hair Beautiful things belong together.

*****November 4, 2016*****

Monday, 16 January 2017

Proof of Life

It is how I know
I'm alive.

I was never more alive
Than when I was with you.

*****December 8, 2016*****

Saturday, 26 November 2016

Bambara Beans

You know how I can't stand it,
When you've had a bowl of beans,
And this six by six meters of room
Is raging hell and bitter perfume.

You know how it irks me,
When I hold my breath
And you laugh too hard
Till tears run down your cheeks
Ridged by parallel tribal marks.

You know I hate you
For not being here,
The air is clean
And I don't know how to breath easy.

They planted
sweet smelling flowers
On your grave
I want to rip them all out
And for you, in their place,
Plant Bambara beans,
So that, once again,
I can hold my breath
Whenever I come to visit you.

*****November 26, 2016*****

R. I. P Friend 😢

Sunday, 2 October 2016

Post Black Exodus Earth

In the not so distant future,
there would hang,
in museums on Earth,
in vibrant colors,
of men with bronze skin
with exaggerated toned thighs,
and women with hair painted in the darkest shades of black.

And children,
in schools,
will learn sanitized versions
of how
Bronze Skins were trapped,
shipped and sold like exotic pets.
How they thrived in strange lands
then, got hunted like predatory pests,
for sports,
just because...

Eons after Exodus,
On Mother Planet, Earth,
upon closer inspection
the bullet fractured skull
of the only known complete skeleton
of a bronze skinned man,
an anthropologist
discovers a paradigm shifting truth,
"Negroes were human too..."

*****October 2, 2016*****

I found this picture twitter. The description of Black people seems to suggest they aren't human. Watching the news these days, it seems some people still hold this view.

Thursday, 15 September 2016

Bedtime Epiphany of a Pining Heart

I contemplated
On things that were and were not,
On why
Light retracts different, in your eyes,
Like rainbows randomly ricocheting
Off my intangible thoughts,

On why,
Words sound different, on your lips,
How you laugh,
How the sounds take a path,
Across infinite dreams,
Into all my incarnations,
Into all my iterations,
Into all...

I concluded
You are a figment
of my imagination,
You must be...

God is not so cruel
That he made a Heaven like you
Then condemned me
To the Hell of perpetual longing
Wanting, and never belonging...

*****September 14, 2016*****

Tuesday, 13 September 2016

Home, Not

If home
is where the heart is:

my heart knows
where it'd rather be.

my heart knows
Home will never be...

*****September 5, 2016*****

A Life Cut in Marble

I am
a life cut from marble,
Weathered in pain,
Scarred and jaded into perfection.

I am,

I am
the abominable manifestation
of all your lies and all my sins.

*****September 12, 2016*****

the Dying Gaul (Wikipedia)