poetry is in the picture...

An uncovering of self
divorced of commitment
broken down to the bones
we see 
a life partially deconstructed
the sound dimmed
acapella disaster

Look, no, really
look
beyond the legislation of it all
see her fear
feel the chords ripped away
from her most precious melody
remember your most
vulnerable time
don’t pity
look
no, really
look
send love waves
then
heal yourself
pray 
for the songbird
to sing again
but this time
free
no taxes

An older man, a writer from the Harlem Renaissance, spoke to me this morning and told me to write this: 

I put my soul on a page
exposed and highlighted my rage
all for a buck and some change
those were the good old days
the game is now told thru publicists and ghostwriters
I dipped my fingers in life’s acid 
It made my flow tighter
I’ve experienced some things
I don’t know nothing about meter 
Structure could be a wife-beater
For all I care
I just wanted to share
Rip my heart out so they could see
The stories folded up inside of me
So I heated my coffee hot
Picked out a suitable spot
And just died for hours at a time
Sometimes my words rhymed
On days when my storm brewed cold
A different tale got told
The day would shift from yellow to night
The stars would glitter and light up my sight
I’d see into the future
Write flash-forwards about the unknown
Then take a break and be the orchestrator of moans
I’d have a time
Then I’d blanket the being
Wrap them up like a baby
Shelter them from seeing
That place that I secure
Hold dear
I keep it safe
Because it holds my fear
My love
The power to create
Here time will wait
Magic happens at the writer’s gate
And I never leave it open

i picked you

it was my honor

so curvaceous

my eyes were drawn 

to some delicious possibilities

i couldn’t help but smooth my hands across your body 

caressing you in the company of others

they wanted you, but i got there first

staked my claim

my hunger increases

as i tie you up

love restrained

as i prepare you

for my artistry

you will know 

how much i love you

by the way

i

un-dress you

separating the meat from the bone

enveloping you in juices

welcoming you home

so thankful for you 

no matter how timid the precense be

a storm burns hot 

defining me

a button 

a trigger

a poke

a push

sets off

a 

plume

and scorches

the bush

the eyes

are tender

the soul is too

hold tight to me

and i to you

the colors combust

a frightening hue

purple embers

iris flames

so sizzling red

no flicker the same

i walk the road

let ashes fall

accept me frozen

envelop me all

the entire me

from tip to eternity

winter to fall

all moments in between

love me fat or lean

happy or mean

i’m wrapped in special stuff

treasure the gift

i’m falling slowly

be sure to sift

one day i’ll be gone

gather now 

precious pieces of me

hot to the touch

breathe in my fire

but not too much

save some

hold some

store some

paint some

use a clean brush