honey molasses
(this thing here)


Thick so, have
to patient rush
simmering in lava
fancy and deep
molassed ashes. volcanicish.



we peaK.

when a man finds a wife,
he finds a good thing.

“if you are not for me/
you will be uprooted.”

(smile).

“i’m serious.
if the sculptor was consulted..
cool.
if not, you off on your
own.”

(why?)

“choice.”

choice is blazin’
rockin’ creamy
climax sweet..

“ but with a sticky price.”
(pause)
I know. waddled round
foolishly with
crooked-up desire. came out
half-baked and furious.

(chuckle).

“haven’t most?”
slaughtered by a stigma.
trumped up. appearing to Be.
decorated..
..all distractions along
the way..journey..

..baby, you can have whatever you like..Yeah!

“oooh..gravel polished sin.
spit and sham, honey.
what doesn’t trap you
will kill you. 6ft.
with uncontrollable rage or
tainted scarlet.

but, when a man
finds a wife, he finds
a good thing.

how do you find?

imperfections acknowledged, Father

Dip-dab as one
may, inking
in a life not theirs.

Shoes never worn.
fitted for.
called for.
sculpted for.
Can't fit.

Shh….be quiet.
it’s called, humility.

“Must be riding the reading rainbow,
so, high! How’s the air up there? thin?”

Stop.. take a look see.
panoramic view at
thy station.

all is good?

courteous chatter
invisiglined with
razors and green goblin.

love rain down on me,
hold the acid.

groupie
(i need a mirror)


I need your love.
I need your attention.
I need your validation.
I need your encouragement.
I need you.

I need your smile.
I need your compliments.
I need your faith.
I need your humility.
I need you.

I need your strength.
I need your touch.
I need your confidence.
I need your trust.
I need you.

I need you to need me.
I need you to feed me.
I need you to be my friend.
I need you to whisper sweet something’s in my ear
I need you.

I need you to want me,
I need your honesty.

Sincerely,
your groupie for life, Me.

i don’t believe you
(r capable)

there is that
pinnacle moment
when “you know,”
what lies beneath.
there are no words
exact.
a hunch is
all you get.
follow it to the nigh.

“something is not right”
“it’s off”
“there has been a shift in
the climate.”

truth eludes you
or you elude it
from years of treachery.
"habitual?"

"am I on here?"
"am I off to the left side
of the brain?"
not a bad place to be
since, right-handed.

say it out loud..

keep frequency clear/
keep frequency clear/
as to not to pick up
lint and debris/ and
foreign matter/am band tendencies.
I’m FM.

okay. focus.
don’t (b) anxious. am not.
“freedom screams. yells. "
Run! you were born to
do it! not cuz of
long legs or
African crimson thru veins..
familiarity is the culprit.
the slayer. the goose down pillow.
comfort. it’s all about my comfort.

folk say, the unspoken..

“ease up on the questions. chill
on the accusations. stop dwelling.”

but I was stabbed, yo! what the f-u-(k)
am I suppose to do?

hippocampus downloads
the dramatic in life
revisiting, in hopes of
torment successfully. (die!)

… alas

“laughter is the key!”
“faith is the key!”
“ah..ha, God is the key!”
“yahoo, Peace of mind is key!”
so I pray. more often then you.
have to since my value
is priceless.

it’s so, cuz I
know it. when you don’t
you do, stupid and idiocy
stumbling over mountain tops
and parked coop Deville’s in
promiscuous maroon hue,
pine spinning on rear view mirror (booty)
couple dice..(tits).

I digress..

Got’s so much to say, reason
being, selective memory.
selective hearing.

my brain transmitting
soul picking up
spirit illuminating
wisdom crying out on the
corners, “open yo’ eyes!”

so why thugs there too?
standing sleeping with pip and crack
in pockets pushing death
and merriment to the masses..
like the FDA.

are you the FDA, son?
are you true blue?

Is anyone like me on this earth?
No.

why I want drama? i don’t consciously.

but I’ve been stabbed. what the f-u-(k)
i’m supposed to do?
(b) silent?

are you for real?!
“Freedom!”

joy

there is joy here
buried under and beside
sadness.
reaching’ though.

present is
periwinkle tinged with
speckled smiles in this world.
folk stutter here,
trip over nothing,
smile at random,
wear no make-up
over pretty, ugly, still
feeling awe-some.

that’s joy.

wet jokes
wit’ no seasoning or
sense.
sisters smiling at one
another sincerely,
stead of falsely
nailing one another
to the naked cross,
like stretch marks and
cellulite don’t blubber
their souls.. an organ.
plz. chile.
you transparent, though.

"oh, hey, sis!”

that’s REAL joy.

it ain’t easy wakening
up at me.
madness


It is vivid in hue
thrilled in pain
perplexity. insanity.
visions of darkness
cinamaflick..click..click
the imagination
up and running,
chaotically so.

Ain’t healthy.. “mind tripping”
neuron boarding. synaptic zapped.
some never recover.
I will.
stricken for time sakes,
healing all wounds.
trust.. soar with
the eagles..
trust.. no one you
can’t see over.
trust no one you
can’t see through.

Suspect after
suspect convincing right
in wrong..

madness unsettled,
mean, riveting, death defying
real torrential siennablu..

but

Life is not a bitch then we die..
it is nectar and faith
laced in potent lyrics stating
obvious. live.
what is spoken. sporadic.
staccato.cross-eyed.
cross ways. live.

Attempt a thought in bubble wrap..
“riot in soul”
picket signs marching,
screaming, no more
of yo’ fake sh!#
i’m a lady mad as sh.!#
stinking up the place
wit’ it.

madness. who do I see in
this broken reflection?
dipping and dodging hurt
like a paid point guard
hustling for love in hell.

“gotta heart? anybody?”

swoosh..

ruthless
mother f’ers with ill intent
hating on the (d)L.
“throwing rocks and
hiding their hand,” Grandpa
say.
to..to..avoid confrontation
while maintaining..

yo’fake ass life
wit yo’fake ass smile,
wit' fake ass words..
seeping
fake ass ego.. creeping.
worst of all yo’ fake ass love..

..and an ass is a donkey.

Devious minds think alike..
birds of a feather flock
together..not 1 individual to be found
among em’ while
chickens cluck..(ghetto lingo)
ho’s screw (miscellaneous hards in hopes
of no emotional attachment. right)..
psycho’s feel (“No, nothing”)..

mad folk.. (simply endure infliction).

Heal yall’.