Sunday, May 08, 2005

woeman

she is a woman

brown skin pulled over
exhausted bones
caustic tones of
rhythmic moans
is her only music
the orbs of her eyes
streak red with jaded vision
like the animal tracks
scaling her stomach
in crimson incisions

those were the remnants of
her past decisions

she is a woman

bent back hovered over
a wired stage of lights
dirty white tights
tautly wrapped on
long legs once pegged for
walking towards other dreams
as pretend lovers admire her
reflected image of
red satin painted on
dark coffee curves

her purpose here is
only to serve

she is a woman

platinum blonde wig covering
ebon plaited hair
the long tresses fall over
her fallen breasts
the voices around her
bellow
for her to strip her self
of what’s left
below

no rest for the weary
just completion of the show

she is a woman

faded figure of
absent rigor
their claps trigger
her every movement
only eager
is her reach
for each
dollar bill
the one thing she’d
kill for
give up her
free will for

her humanity’s fake
she’s seen as a real whore

but she IS a woman
a woman who strips
her voice speaks from between
two full lips
her spirit leaks
through her satin seams
her soul still creeps
towards her distant dreams

Friday, May 06, 2005

blockage

I am looking for
fibrous substance
to relieve me of the shit
now constipating my fingers

this blockage lingers
like cigarette rings on ceramic
leaving stagnant stanzas
to dangle like participles
from my mind

I’m in a rough age
where just living should
be enough of a muse
to suffuse my psyche
with the necessary words

yet my fingers continue to swell
with unpainted thoughts
bloated with the carcasses
from battles fought
between the tribes of trite and true

I’ll continue to experience life
in hopes that I digest enough fiber
to release the excrement now
unwilling to spill freely from within me
I’m tired of staring at unstained paper

i am...

I am
The stretch marks on my momma’s belly
The yellow streaks staining the tile next to the toilet
The boil on my auntie’s ass
The plastic melting of a Barbie doll’s body in the summer sun
The wonder vanishing from a molested child’s eyes
The fries burning black on an unattended stove
The roving mind of the constantly bored
The hollow core of one forever lonely
The homely daughter who can’t be given away
The ray of light fighting to shine through the darkness

I am
Forever amazed by life’s starkness

Thursday, May 05, 2005

broken america

we
we are
we are broke
we are brok(en)
we are brok(en) america

shattered by status
into slivers of class
then gathered like chattel
into houses of glass

we
we are
we are broke
we are brok(en)
we are brok(en) america

splintered by hue
into separate milieus
yet only a few
are afforded the view

we
we are
we are broke
we are brok(en)
we are brok(en) america

dismembered by religion
into headless congregations
scared into believing
in invading other nations

we
we are
we are broke
we are brok(en)
we are brok(en) America

contusions disguised
in a coat of confusion
but it can’t conceal
our scars of delusion

we
we are
we are broke
we are brok(en)
we are brok(en) America

diversity turned into
reason to open
the wounds
of an america broken

Tuesday, May 03, 2005

rough rider

trippin with the realization
that i'm addicted to being inflicted upon
i beg you to empale me with your weapon
as you brand my ass with your hand
slapping my cheeks with no signs of weakness
trying to get me to that mountanous peak
sleek skin sliding across my satin sheets
rising heat from friction across surfaces
nervousness at the eventual loss of control
you're stroking so deep you're touching my soul
grabbing my hips so as not to slip
stabbing my insides, leaving them tender
rendering me useless, as you pick up the pace
racing to eruption, tracing your path again and again
beginning the clenching, frenching my mouth as the
tension is building
breathing erratic
sexual static
creates
explosion, release
satisfaction,
peace...

Monday, May 02, 2005

i fantasize (and self-satisfy)

i fantasize with my mind's eye about a rendezvous with you
as my fingers make their way to the velvet folds between my legs
you would have da candles lit
i'm now strokin softly across my clit
'black love' burnin, i'm smelling da scent
my legs spread open, anticipating da cream to be spent
you got the music playin, whispering in my ear...whatchu sayin?
my hips start to sink and rise as i continue with my personal playin
you tellin me how you gonna stroke me like an artist strokes a canvas with his brush
got me flowin like da mississippi, my eyes slit, cheeks flushed
you cuppin my ass as you place yo face in da valley 'tween my thighs
now i'm moaning softly as yo phantom tongue's making me sigh
you got me buckin wildly, the windows vibrating from my cries
as you lingua does gymnastic moves, takin me to mountainous highs
i can feel da fever building, as my muscles start to clench
my creamy flow has left my sheets completely drenched
then you slide yo fingers in to conduct me to crescendo
and my hips raise from off da bed, my scream has shattered all da windows
my breath escapes in splattered spurts, cummin so hard my stomach hurts
and now my fingers clamp my clit...remember how you made it spit
i taste my cum upon your lips, i knew it would taste just like this
but that part is just the beginning of our explicit midnight tryst
i reminisce about dat kiss, as i bring myself to final bliss
then you sprawl across the bed, waitin for a little 'head
i thought i was gonna ride, but i'll suck on it instead
as the tinglin throughout my body continues its rhythmic pulsin'
i know in just a minute or two, i'll have yo ass convulsin'
as i come down from dat high, still quivering in the heat
awaiting the next episode as i close my eyes to sleep

here is where i will put my poetry

cuz i don't want to force my lustful thoughts on others...