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The Whole Swallow


Words
I speak breath life
expression that I find hard to deny
robust
emotions that crave attention
yet fear judgement
they want to be
heard
pay attention because meanings are buried deep within
to know them
is to know…

Words fear neglect
they just want to be
understood
make a difference
even if its the size of a mustard
seed

Oh I need you to hear me
Feel the words I speak
envelope you
develop you hold you
like a blackout blowing your back out
shadow dance
around the back shot
then back out and lash out
while I Commit verbal
mood swings
a plethora of tendencies of life

fore words fear
neglect
they just want to be understood
make a difference
even if its
the size of a mustard seed

Words
might be true, could be mean
but
oh well its just feelings of expression
visions of spoken sound fluttering
journeys serene being
Free un-adultered scenes- Dreams
landscaped filled
thoughts and images
concoct blurred lines and question marked
themes
orion⿿s sun-melted belt sitting sound in a clouded sky-line
high-rise

Words
breath taking reverent vague tongue
relives
perspectives horizons shadowed low-rise
After all its from the slanted
eye⿿s
point of view from which we speak

Respect the words of
experience
they end up meaning more than what was first
Thought.


Care Anymore


When did it become

hit and runs

championing trophies

divide and conquest

How did we destroy your beauty

stop enjoying the simplicities

of conversation

noticing your pet peeves

hearing that sweet symphonic

sound in your laughter

how did we start putting

sex before sex

wheres the value in investments

plundering and pillaging

adventurous lust compelling

guts for glory

where is the chase

what makes it worth while

knowing you before I know you

knowing what I like about you

before  knowing how to like you for you

how can one determine worth

when countless others have tried

to show me for you

I am at a loss beginning to think that

this is how the world should

treat you

despite my values and belief in courtship

one day you will be my daughter

or he your son

and I will have to live with

the world I have helped shape

convince you

to look at me the same

as I look at you

where is forever in that

I pray that control and discipline

continue to direct me

in the way of valuing so i can be

the reason for my own not to

devalue


Soar


Take me to a place

filled full of fantasy, dreams

exonerated ecstasy.

create magnetic sparks filtered excite

beneath skin driving heart beats

inspired movements loudly calling out

climactic chivalry

lasting morning

noon

and night

give me something to eat

something to feel while feeding

watch life digest

brains expand

blossoming like flowers

with the sun’s dew dilingence

imparting light

give me a world unimaginable

so I can take it

and imagine new levels

setting my sights and creating it all over again


YOU


 
You
Take me away
with words 
the whole song and dance of our expressions
 
Do they not permeate mind blossoming emotions
that cause some type of action stance reaction
definitive
 
In imaginations permanent rainbow arc
 
You 
Take me away
with sounds
as I read aloud and dream
 
of dreams taking me on adventures
exploring my past lives conjuring epic reels of
fresh life details answers and movement
 
having a voice to give a voice the lovely power of sound thought
 
You
take me away
with seeds
planted belief in variations of possibility
 
give me the torch to succeed in my craft
as I painlessly pour my passion on a pen or a pad
maybe a mac
 
So that I can be apart of your journey and create a version of
higher inspired filled images
that only you
can help develop
 
Until then
 
You,
keep taking me away
with….
 
countless others paving the way
sharing and uniting  missions to 
write and recreate
 

How do you….


How do you do that

mask your emotions

and hide your thoughts

 

How do you

 

pretend to be happy

act ok

let them have their way

 

How do you

 

handle the pain

not blame those for the reign

continue to smile

 

How do you

 

still care

still help

still offer chances

 

how do you

 

believe what they tell you

listen to their lies

remain so calm

 

how do you?

 

Its simple

I know who and what I am

and exactly what I’m not

no one can change that but me

 


I am he – We are you


I heard what you had to say yesterday

the pain felt anger

condemning those who seek to control the outcome

conveyance of blatant murder

they say the flavor of death has been seasoned

by we who sprinkle tweaks

in audibles of failed reason

claiming it’s ok when we

let

lo-jacking our young

start

hi-jacking our minds

we begin to start killing our kind

silently

postponing thoughts of saving countless lives

loosing them to the streets whether it be black on black crime

or mishandled weapons of mass destructions

still we choose when to yell bloody murder

ouija

are you with me

there’s bound to be plenty of fruitful nights

lying ahead just around the bend

over there…

yes, and right here

look in your backyards

because while we lay sleep-dormant to the fight

I am still him

and we are still you

lost ones dying in the light

caught in the crosshairs of an uneven life

pitted within the mixture of matchbox realities

and hand grenades

who stands witnesses to those cocktail bombs thrown

at hollowed tree’s and burning crosses

lives hanging in the balance

triggers pulled as chaos runs through the night

maybe we are scared of the fight

too numb to find a way to deliver proper justice

in the hour when no one is looking

I never thought death

a natural happening

would attack before its scheduled time

an unbecoming enemy considering the inevitable

what becomes of…

I am him and we are you

when it causes me to keep check of my neck and shoulders

when it scares the innocent to be stopped by those blue marching soldiers

I understand the notion of those who think we dont know about the countless others

but we do

ill-advised experiences have shown me to save myself so I can write the plight

of unforgotten memories in remembrance of you

me

we

at the end of the day we dont need things to be televised

this type of…

well hell

lets just say it happens everyday

and why who is the blame

who should feel ashamed

we continue to let it happen

I use to think it was a choice of lifestyle that caused us not to speak

but its plain to see

theres to many dangers in standing up

when murderers are allowed to roam free

we are afraid and held captive by our own mental trappings

so today will remain to be like yesterday

our past, present and future are written

Miss America-petty thoughts

are we about knowledge or about change

American pain.


Windows


Windows
 
As far as the eye can see
adorned on non clothed canvasses
all shapes and sizes
More spectacular than anyone has 
imagined
 
Windows
 
waiting patiently to be opened
if even for a minute
to share the hidden treasure
only thoughts-
dare to explore
 
Windows
 
care not about your loyalty
or acceptance to fit in
 thinks nothing of your ability
laughs at attempts of normalcy
why? 
 
Windows
 
the eye to soul’s desire
a shield
to do what you have always dreamed
fortuity waits only for those with courage
with open fixtures, hands, and mind
 
Windows
 
digest all life, breathe will,
embrace dreams
and conquer indifference’s holding you back
every one has windows
to open
 
Windows
 
The opportunity exist
for your window to exhale

Quote Of The Day


“We are not nouns, we are verbs. I am not a thing – an actor, a writer – I am a person who does things – I write, I act – and I never know what I’m going to do next. I think you can be imprisoned if you think of yourself as a noun.”

~Stephen Fry


Hear Me Out


I could tell you things you want to hear

soft whispers in your ear

opening up about past times,

fears,

comparing you to light’s reflection

imprinted with manifestations

of sublime shadows

luxuriating eternal gism

goosebumps,

emotions elevated journey in flight ,

butterflies sitting on top of skin

drinking nectar produced from heartbeats

random adrenaline dream.

But I am not

I could sell you on possibilities

the difference between you, me and he’s

but be mindful

fore I am not your history

or past lives

I could care less about winning you over

with creative tongue’s,

Kama sutra’s sensual technique,

tantric euphoria,

or what most consider a woman’s special place.

In the end I am all about me getting the most out of you

for me

and thats real

I want you to do you, so I can do me, together

at best, the true definition of we

time will tell if we were meant to be

there will be hard times full of mystery

overwhelmed by the constant test of

selfish wants and needs that we’ll decline

just to establish our own insecure wants and corrupt thoughts

on how one should be

in the end should “we”

persist

it will be because I never gave up on you being you

or you,me


Experience


I ponder
words you speak
bathe and soak-in
emotions that breathe
conceptions misconception
the miseducation of feelings rite
like a flower blossoming in favor
of summer reign
I depend on you
like soil
to seasons change
hoping that you return
replenishing again
yet again
I beg 
Lord forgive me for I am weak
give me the strength 
to find what I seek
my days are long and my will 
lies asleep-weak
failure results- getting lost-in
achievements feats
I have big dreams but I’m tired of
my speech
when will I allow myself to be free
Ideals are nothing without drive
to complete
compete
mind over matter 
I sharpen skills
the outer shell is 
strengthened
however direction lost
like lost clouds storming over
natures fields-it owns but
can’t predict
the outcome of its acts
 forever wrapped in the
evolution of earth
oceans rolling tide could be 
the strongest force
yet still and calm
unlike birth
I search for serenity’s 
reflection of treasure
angels
in search of skills 
that permits one to be fruitful and happy
giving all to love
love that depends on
surrendering souls
I have faith in turnaround
and patiently wait
but if only I find the missing element
that will begin my 
exhale
my cries pray out to all whom listen
my tithes are tears wrapped in offerings
seeds yet to be planted
in this life or the next
I only wish to provide
for my family-the world
and those wandering
consuming eyes
 
 

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