Caffeinated Dreamer

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I am penless and inkless parched parchment becomes a crumpled mass on the floor no words emit from me I am as empty as a Saharan desert flower bloomless without rain The words are gone life has left a world seen and frozen in my mind because I am penless inkless and wordless a crumpled mass on the floor forever more because from me the words are gone and without them I am dead

My mind is the jungle lyrically lush like the Congo after an afternoon rain Fertile and untamed lavish and abundant in the words that I pen caressingly on my paper in hopes of impressing you like the teasing of a coming sneeze pressing parts of me on to you, your mind remembering the sound of each word I have uttered into existence My impression presses me to speak phrases as vividly as they live…

Flowing Like Milk and Honey

Words don’t escape me I let them out silky and smooth like warm honey that erupts from my fingertips and I take a lick enjoying the thickness of my thoughts as my eyes close in the pleasure suckled from my mind. Words don’t escape me I let them linger and spin like fresh cream that puddles on the page and I dip my fingertips in for a taste eyes closed in the pleasure that my words bring. My words…

Sunrise casts golden shadows across waves tossing our souls out to sea. Adrift

After a forever of being unsure to finally become unbothered by the norms of a society that adorns concrete images and fails to embrace the freedom the flight and the fierceness of me, I learn to exist above it all. My mind, my soul, and my body are untethered to what society’s judgement. My soul knows me like free verse written in a forgotten language heard in song Lingering over the Reasons and…

Sing me a dew drop Song Springtime wisher A song with notes that trill Softly over The morning, Glory. Floating breeze of dew-drop wishes light as air and I am adrift unmoored in the Morning, Glory. Sun-kissed drops Of rain dance on the Newborn petals Butterfly parodies And caterpillar babies Show praise for the Morning, Glory. And I lift my eyes and see the beauty of uplifting and surmounting…

Troubled, the waters that are taught to hate so they drown the hopes of others. Like Apophis rising from within the waves, their prejudice torments their brothers. Troubled, the waters that are taught to hate run deep into the South’s land. Under bloody rocks and burning wood, hate hails supreme from the cloaked man. Yet, we are never protected from our pious evil. We teach our youth the same…

Love’s finest in the twenty-fifth hour And all of time stands still When night and day become like one The hearts of lovers reveal. With endearing words spoken only on a whisper And sweet embraces that capture the soul’s breath True feelings of the heart are given flight When uninhibitedly we give ourselves. Love’s finest in the twenty-fifth hour When dreamers meet face to face. Time knows…

Ironic: American Wants to Save Something

We’re not warriors Cause we pick our battles. We’re not leaders Cause we pick our followers. We are nothing more than Glorified missionaries in our Own wasteland. And we want to save something? We’d rather protect ourselves From without As we fester within Like a dying cancerous body In cosmetic surgery but unwilling to donate organs. And we want to save something? We jump the pond to play GI Joe…

Met him once outside a corner store leaning against the wall Skittles and pop Funyuns and slushies Walkman head bobbing to the beat bad news boy faded from too much light he in darkness shinning like a beacon guiding be in bad news boy with a crooked smile looking at me skipping my heartbeat bad news boy from around the way notorious for making the girls cry after making the girls smile beautiful…

I’m not a size six And not flawlessly thin I’m big-boned and ideal Comfortable in my skin. My legs are my milk My thighs are my toast My honey hips make the moves As you make the most Of what I’ve been given To this temple, BE LOYAL!! Respecting the curves From a heritage so royal. My body’s a construction Not perfect, not thin But it’s an entity The perfect one I’m in. Big-boned or thick However…

And you thought you knew

Those words to that song that makes you rock in your seat and stomp your feet is as fake as these twig wearing Sour Patch hip hop name taggers today dribbling monosyllabic one-dimensional words that don’t touch a De La’s Soul ring ring ring because eye know the real sound of music that keeps passing me by on the far side of this random hopeless hip hopelessness because the real sound is runnin’…

On the Edge: Blush and Honey

White-knuckled one hand holding tight on the edge of everything that I have ever known excited to be here face-first into the unknown fearing and loving the possibility of my unknown with the dying sunset behind me in shades of golden blushes and honeys white-knuckled one hand thrust in the air on the edge of everything that I will ever know in your gracious warmth of love and encouragement makes…

Nikki Giovanni and me, no doubts

Anxiety ransomed me because of Nikki Giovanni I got a book once black girl, nappy headed and shy unsure of my identity feeling like society’s mistress conveniently in the dark but pleasing so, I got a book a poetry book full of Nikki Giovanni’s poems, no scratch that full of Nikki Giovanni’s soul, and I fell in love with the softness of those words slammed on the page holding thoughts down…

I tried once feeling depleted and homesick wet-eyed, hungry and desperate for my momma’s hug and smile to taste and feel comfort of home So, I tried to once to cook my momma’s fried chicken but I lost myself in the memories of her ancient cast iron skillet filled with hot bubbling cooking oil sits sentient and hospitable like a queen awaiting her court An ordinary brown paper bag filled with…

Sweet lyrical dreamer inspire dreams in me as I collect words and stack them like mosaic tiles against the walls of my mind. Dreamer of words like mix matched bits of randomness that speaks clearly to the person that I am. Dreaming of picturesque words the dream doesn’t fester like decaying fruit. Dreaming of agonizing words my dream isn’t deferred like last-minute worries. No, sweet lyrical…