i want to part your fire like moses did the red sea
caress your pearl to the sand
trace  your lines to the parting place 
extract your gold from endless resources
hear your precious night hymns 
kneel before you till your love comes 
down and meets me at your misty shore.

I  swore I wouldn't stay too long ( Read more... )

I love your shine ( Read more... )

 
See past my misfortune,

Pardon the interruption

I have just a moment to speak

The floorboards are squeakin

These roaches are creepin

The ceiling’s beginning to leak

My mother, she cries

At the bat of an eye

She trembles in fear that she’s failed

The weight of the world’s

On this rusty old banister

And I just cut myself on the rail

Please excuse my ( Read more... )

These are titles to some of the poems that I'm writing. I need to keep track of em somewhere, might as well be here.

Societal Issues
Black Angel
Big Black Buck
Baby Showers
Capitol Gains
Shotgun wedding
Humble Pie
Battle Scarred
See past my misfortune
Same Story, Different Pay

Family
God Syndrome
Baby Girl
My Shadow, My Future
On Becoming a Man

Bitter Relationship ( Read more... )

Why do the bravest of hearts stutter to your song? 
How do you see into dark corners
locked away from the light,
from the cold,
where few rise like yeast
to claim their place in the clouds

You count to nine and they fall 
one by one 
fall till they're lapped up by tongues smart enough not to  
focus on it's bitter taste
But appreciate the sweet

Where do the ( Read more... )

We used to groove
We used to groove to sounds of “The Night Time is the Right Time”
The right time was always hard to find cause we were always in the wrong.
We’d groove anyway
We’d ignore the problems of the day to groove to the rhythm of the night
I still remember
We used to groove

We used to sit silent
We used to sit silent while smoke rose and liquor ( Read more... )

My mother screams, “You’re Different”
She doesn’t say a thing.
She hugs me instead and asks me to come in.
She asks about my day; as scripted.
There is no deviation from her matriarchal dance.

Sister proclaims my self-hatred
She whispers with eyes rolled.
She hugs me and tells me to make myself comfortable
As she rips apart my very make-up.
She asks ( Read more... )

I let you hold my pen.. I took it out of it's protective sleeve. It's covered in only my prints and my fingers still have the curve of that Pilot. They naturally curve to the truth as I saw it.

My fingers still move, now, connected to that truth that you write. Blind strokes are giving me hand cramps. the truth is coming too fast for me to keep up. ( Read more... )

I took my Myers-Briggs/ Carl Jung personality test today i found out that I am an INFJ . The "protecter" It's crazy because it describes me to a "T" most every aspect of my life follows this personality type. It also tells me that this personality type is rare which explains why I seem to feel so different from other people a lot of the time. It's ( Read more... )