_____ Being

What happened to that five letter word before "being". The existential crisis of consciousness That hid behind being. The nurturing fingers That caressed such small beings. The loud and quasi-absurdities From breath of being. The compassion of empathic shoes That walked within being. The bared teeth of passion That protected being. The story behind lines …

Black Man’s Rant

I upgraded the temperature of My mind from Fahrenheit to centigrade, Cause the grade of my poems Will make you fade like bad omens, Call 911 and I'll show up in a Porsche, You'll hear these lines singing not guilty Like the Lord is in court, I'm too cold for cryostasis So I rose from …

Love Letter

I bet if we make love Like we never knew The thinness of these Walls never remembered The familiarity of your Voice, or the memories Left stuck on them Like gum underneath Lunch tables turned invisible, Or the imprints our bodies Made on thunderclouds Leaving sheets soaked With precipitation, or The anticipation of Love letters …

Dare to Dream

Dream of roses That kiss your nose, Dream of the laughter Between yellow daffodils, Dream a dream un-deferred. A dream unmarred by the Construct of reality, A dream with me. And you. Just us. Let this be all we got. A dream dreamt by Dreamers in love. Do you dare to dream? A.L.S. - TP

No Weeks Notice

I regret to inform you that There aren't enough hours in The day to fulfill the need To clock in Clock out of the premises That encases your mind. I find it hard to imagine the Dreams you envision where, I, Am the Indian in the cupboard, And you, are the waabishkiiwed, Pillaging my land …

Oblivion

Ain't no god in these streets, No Jesus walkin’ in these streets, No red sea to part in these streets, Tho blood runs freely in these streets, Drugs course freely in these streets, Too much money in these streets, Problems turn freaky in these sheets, Babies turn hard in these streets, Brain splatter stains these …

PathFinder

I am of the type, Where beaten paths Are of roads paved, And less traveled. The type That straps On well worn boots, And takes rights When lefts Are perscribed. The type That welcomes The grey-scale sky, And the musical notes Of raindrops Upon the leaves That have drifted Into slumber. The type That strides …

Mental Musings #2: Surpassing your best

As a poet, and writer in general, there's always that pressure to do better than your last piece of work. That pressure can come from outside sources or from within. Let's be honest, the clique is true. We are our own worst critic. No matter where that pressure comes from, it's still there gnawing at …

Breakfast in Bed

I used to dream about waking up in Versace sheets, Now I'm waking up to my daughter smiling at me, So I kiss her on her forehead lucky me, Back to sleep, Mommas there, Back to eat, Back to me, she's so free Back to eat, so hungrily, Back to me, a sly tease, Back …

Quizlet

I have hope in hope, The pin dropped and Not a sound was heard, The pen dropped and Not a page was turned, What happens to papyrus Exposed to illiterate hunters And the sun that reads With laser pointers, Try to keep up with The lesson plan, Try to Ace the the pop Quiz of …