Category: Poet

Lost

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I have searched for you

In the darkness of my soul

Feeding it’s hue words and ritual

Movements memorized

Til the hurt in my bones 

Was no more

Pronunciations perfected

So that my very tongue 

Won’t lie on that sacred day

Witnesses are the winds, and trees

As to all that I proclaim 

I awaken

Within this dream

Once more 

Hoping I’d travelled over 

To you

So much that the “Good” in morning

Ceased to be

And acceptance is, all there is 

My knees no longer can withstand

The weight of proving 

Of hoping

And believing 

I have only breath

Left

This is my testimony 

Being illuminated in the illusive 

Where inhalation 

Closes my eyes

And exhalation loosens 

The burden 

I am surely lost

And in you 

Found 

She Told Me

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She told me I was too clever for my own good

That my seductive words couldn’t thaw the ice that built around her heart

You see this just made me want to try harder

Cause I was never one to quit so easily 

Hard to get wasn’t an option here

And a savior surely wasn’t what she needed

She was looking for that man

You know the ones she was promised in childhood tales

Valiant and chivalrous

Old fashioned yet modern in his ways

One with insight enough to see royalty

When he gazed upon her

She was an entire empire

Rolled up into feminine 

Pumped up my adrenaline

To set forth my efforts more vigilantly

Till finally she paused and said

 With the shrug of her shoulder

“We’ll see”…. 

Left me smiling as she walked away from me
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When I Die

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I want the clouds to cry for days on end

Where visions of Noah come to mind

And Paul laments my sufferings on Earth

I want Solomon to await conversations on it all

Pausing as Ables blood whispers in my ear

As the watchers guide me towards Cain

So that he can explain death in all its gore 

Maybe Adam will change up his animal garments 

The ones Eve sewed for him so lovingly 

I want to bring forth tablets to inscribe 

Along with Moses

Gaze at the golden calf being worshipped 

While Jesus ascends 

And Lucifer tugs at his robe 

I’ll take pictures alongside them all

And pray they make it on social media 

As proof that Muhammad is indeed familia 

As they meditate with Siddhartha

And dance with Shango

Pay tolls to Eleggua 

For safe passage

Where I cast Opuele with Orunmilla 

Yes let the heavens cry to disguise the elation

Of true elevation 

When I die   
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