Mourning My Life

How I miss my life
The simple act of breathing
Warm rain falling down on my upturned smile
Washing me clean of the world's cares
As long as I had you

Slow dancing
Your body close to mine
Breathing your air
With only ghosts on the periphery
You and I ascending to the stars
Feeling the moon's envy
All of you in my soul
Through the windows of my eyes
Inspired, Miss Scott serenades
I am the words
You are the music

Laughing, talking, crying,
The complex simplicity of holding your hand
Owning the universe
Through the might you tenderly empowered
Being all that a man is...everything
Conquering all with single purpose
Placing it as an offering at your feet
Thankful for my life

Living for you
In you
My whole reason for existing
I love you with my whole heart
Longing to die this way
Nothing without you
Nothing...

Tasting your sweat
Ears burn from your breath
Skin broken beneath your delicious nails
Loamy aroma of cherry almonds
Your body writhing at my touch
Gasping moans singing my song
Draining my life, replenishing my spirit
Lulling me into unconsciousness
Waking dreams of eternity
Into completeness with you


I miss my life so much


I wonder if he knows what he has



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Is it Real?

You love me

No thought for yourself

My eyes smile

A piece of him still wants to "bodybag" the man who killed his Father.


Other peaces within him, give him hope to go further.


People Like Him know Struggle.
People Like Him know hope is faith's cousin on peace's side.


First cousins to pride yet he still feels that sting, on the inside.


They say, "There ain't no justice, there's just us."


They say, "If you've never succumb to starvation, then you don't know what "I'm hungry" is."


Well, he's starving because He's hungry for Justice.


Non-Poetic.
Unsure of the thoughts of the Man.
The inner man that sometimes never shows his face.
The guy he calls his conscience.
The guy no one esle understands but Him.
He damn sure lost time being who he wasn't but really hoping he'd be accepted for who he was.


We all have.




No Justice.
No Peace.
We affirmed.


Leaders of the pack, well learned.


They see him in the noonday
As he stands on the dial of his expressions.
No clear. No concise recollection.
But he, cherished the day he saw truth for what it was.
Evil for what it does.
Long Live The Tiger Within Him.
Blind Man.
But he Sees.
Life more beautifully.
Now, he sees clearly.
He satirically gives himself a glimmer of hope.
tried and true, he wore that cloak.
Standing on the high leverage between revenge and sustainability.
but triumphs engaged him.
gave him that feeling of freedom that no peace without dilligence could reward him.
I applaud him.
No Justice.
No Peace.
Only prosperity to seek the highest coast.
he tagged his possessions because he's territorially sound
conversated before he knew what to converse was.
sang those songs.
he, wrote that verse.
then comes the rehearsal.
time to practice what he preaches, time to donate to the weak.
giving of his own blood to save his brother.
time to practice what he preaches.
time to face success
and
defeat.
part of him, blames you for the insanity.
Then Love showed her face.
taught what it could feel like to
f
a
l
l.
in love.
feel that fire.
feel that worth.
some of it he accepted.
Some he didn't, and won't.
that feeling from his head to the toes became the norm.
paused the persecution for the moment.
paused the feeling of emptiness.
paused that fear of facing the rest.
twas a merely acquainted road block.
knocked boots.
Yet here he stands proudly.
chest protruding the sky.
nose has now followed.
confidence be his coat of many colors.
He be his Father's Son.
His Mother's Sun.
Her ray of hope, Her golden one.
No Justice, No Peace?
Not to me.
because through every line before me.
He Be Me.

Is it me?

... Or has the Blog-o-sphere slowed down? I hope folks continue to express themselves. I hope the written word continues to wax poetic & prosaic! How do U spend your days now? Do U spend more time on Social Networking sites (such as Facebook, Myspace, Twitter, etc.)? Do U spend more time in the REAL-world-sphere with family & friends?

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Marion Barry & Taxes: Like Roland Burris, Old School Strikes Back

"I am a great mayor; I am an upstanding Christian man; I am an intelligent man; I am a deeply educated man; I am a humble man." -- M. Barry, Mayor of Washington, DC

What about me?

You say you need time to think
To figure things out
Time to collect all of the pieces

Get it all together
But where do I fit in?
Where is my piece in the puzzle...?

D-Nice D-Nice - so much so I had 2 say it TWICE

If U don't know that D-Nice has a website - U NEED to click on his name check it out! That brother's True Hip Hop stories really are THE TRUTH! Here's ONE taste:


True Hip-Hop Stories: Sadat X of Brand Nubian from D-Nice on Vimeo.

love poetry for me......<3<3

love poetry for him

words in my heart

they sing

my lovely lullabies

i sing too

i go la la

in the air

maybe it is love

when i got stars upon my pupils

those beautiful poetic thoughts

in my head

they whisper softly

at night

where dreams come dancing

inside my soul

me sleeping

and

i think it is love

love by itself.....

~

©2009 Kai C.

Love Is...

I've tasted love in my mind
licked it from my lips
swallowed it whole,
sucked it down like ectasy
held it in my arms
squeezed it, rubbed it, caressed it...ever so gently
headlocked it
deadlocked it
savored love in all the wrong places
knowing that if i could just, hold it, wrap myself around it, contain it,
maintain it
One day it could be mine...mine all mine
But love is so spiritual
so flowing
so free
can't be contained
nor restrained
Love is...
Love exists for lovers
for a moment, for a lifetime, if you choose
love is
love is
what i want

Happy Valentimes Day...to all!

Not By Myself!

Etta versus Beyonce: the broader context

http://natturnersrevenge.blogspot.com/2009/02/etta-versus-beyonce-broader-context.html

Pardon the link to the personal blog but I was curious how BD folk feel.

After the "Love"

So there we sat on the edge of the bed...
afterwards...
on opposite sides.

She was looking at the wall. I was looking at the sink.

I kept wanting to be concerned about what was going through her mind, but everything in my upbringing screamed so loudly in my ear.

"What have you done?!"
"Boy you in trouble now!"
"Ima ttttteeellllllll!"
"You gonna git it!"

Why was I back in my childhood?

But through all of this,



God was silent.



I knew what I was doing. I turned heaven's volume down. Who am I kidding? I put Jesus on mute.

"I put Jesus on mute," I think I said aloud.

She was lost in her own thoughts.

I tried to think about the fleshly pleasures so recently experienced, but the three man gang of Grief, Guilt and Fear, leaned on me like the oppressing heat of the Saharan sun.

Grief reminded me that I was not who I thought I was nor who I claimed to be. He caused me to mourn the loss of my character and integrity. Said he talked to God and that He was hurt. I knew Grief was lying...and telling the truth. He convinced me that I no longer deserved life so I gave my joy to him.

Guilt went to work on my heart, causing it to thud sickly in my chest. "You're always telling other people how to live their lives, always giving advice on how to straighten up and fly right. Now you're just like the rest. Hypocrite!" The words stung like a slap in the face with a cold hand. He stabbed my mind with the knife of unworthiness, the ice pick of unrighteousness, and dug into my anemic heart with the dull jagged spoon of uncleanness. He convinced me that I was no longer worthy so I gave my confidence to him.

Fear said nothing at all, but settled in my stomach like a hot metallic ball of grease that would not allow itself to be vomited out...but made me wretch over and over. He fed the thoughts of panic about discovery and started a forest fire of humiliation and embarrassment. My whole body trembled at the thought of what could be... because of what was. Without lifting my eyes, I reached deep inwardly and placed my security into her hands.

And there I sat as they circled around me, whispering to me, taunting me, assuring me that they were going nowhere.

Still there I sat, ready to be poured out onto the floor.
No form.
No substance.
No more.

Then the phone rang.

Out of habit, I picked it up, connected the call and said,
"H'lo?"

"Hi Honey! Dinner will be ready when you get home and don't forget you're taking the kids to bible study tonight, 'kay?"

"O'kay."



James 1:14, 15


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