#izlabseesu

i. he got a dream yeah he’s a king; a black male-- uptown in the Hinterlands deigned supreme

ii. the king of it all and the king of nothing;

iii. his father’s love was more like hate inside out-- when he got too big to hit they’d scream and shout; the secret to being a black man: tears in the dark don’t count-- iv. how poetical-- foiled diabolical schemes cooked from week long day dreams intwixt the ways and means of suffering once thought profound but found to be hollow.

Our eyes meet

I fake a smile

Flowers for her,

Bullets for me

My heart screams

I unfriend its beat

I eat some chocolates

These aren't sweet

You dance with her

I sing a song

You sing her a song

I write a poem

You have my words

She has your ears

You kiss her hand

I hug a pillow

Wet with tears

It's hard to swallow

She is the girl

I will never be

I write a poem

Its rhymes are ugly.

2016 poem, joanne.

Poetry of Morning Light!

a soft serenade, an easy breeze

might we go lightly

today as we make our way

may we choose well

have faith, believe in nature

her healing, higher powers;

magic at every imaginable angle

fantastic, magnanimous

magnificent is her splendor

blessed are we who live in her

beautiful, life sustaining home

Let kindness direct our hearts,

CB

And I hate you, I really do.

I’ve been taking the same things that these people are breathing in this strange city where everyone are strangers and everything is dreamy to the eyes of everyone who haven’t been here.

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I’ve been living every minute for some years now in this place. I never thought that it would take longer than this  before I familiarize  everything about here.

I had left my joy in my home and found myself trying to find some to other people, to other places. Walking my feelings alone on what must have been the thoroughfare where people with definite purpose come back and forth harvesting the grown seeds of their blood, sweat and tears. Fighting the essence of time because the longer that I stay, the more I acquaint to it - and be part of it.

I’ve been taking the same things that these people are breathing in this strange city where everyone are strangers and everything is dreamy to the eyes of everyone who haven’t been here.