Heaven’s Door

My mind opens up as a bud with suspended dew drops does in to the presentIn the garden of my mind blossoms the red of dahlias and its scent.The ticking clock – an accountant born to alarm and calculate,To encourage one to make haste, chimes a rhythm that’s never late. The crow’s cry plays its…

I Am A Woman And I Don’t Feel Safe In This World

I was born like thisWith tits and big hipsA river between my legs,A lake in my heart,A mind that rages like the ebbs of the sea,Mud on my hands before I knew what water is. I have dragged this mountain,And though I have the sight,I still crumble at my sides.I have been told to bow…

Gleams Of Streams Of Dreams

I have given myself over to youI have opened my heartAnd I have felt you in it. I have felt you in my brain too.You that pull the stringsThat fills my in betweens. I have not a single clue,No intention in playing smart,But I have feelings I’d like to admit. My body your love has…

We Look For God. He Is Lost In Us

We are magnets of our futuresSailing in ships of different thoughts.We are makers of our fateFrequency broadcasted equals frequency caught. Yes, we dictateWith every wave of thoughtAnd seal our fateWith the emotions brought. We look for God.He is lost in us.Many remain obliviousTo the power within us. I look for wordsTo explain a conceptThat can…

Who Holds The Cards?

One’s the laden self that bows his head to pray The other a rebel with a tattoo across his face. Who’s the fool and who’s the wiser, who holds the cards? And who is he, what’s his name, that’ll tell them apart? Once a boy, now a man, a grown black man One whose pangs…

What Self-loathing Type Of Shared Misery Is This?

Why is having more important that being? Why have we prided blindness over seeing?When did the type of fork matter over the food?Why does vice and menace thrive over brotherhood? When did likes and numbers overtake feeling?Technology stealing more than it’s healing?Ten cars, seven houses and still we’re suffering.It’s as though our progress is backfiring….

Pen To Paper – The Art Of Poetry

Take a painting class, learn how to say ‘I’m a writer’ in Portuguese, stumble upon fencing or lean your way to gardening. Try your very best to do anything but write a poem. If all else fails, open a wattpad account and scream about it from the top of your roof. At first, you will…

Sonnet 1 – Hell absolute, Still We Stand

Poisoned is the blackened tip of my soul Present a gaping hole, alone, alone So turbulent these waves of thought – the toll! Violent waves crush, and in them, I’m thrown. Is it a man’s fate, to crush under his weight? To weep – terrified of his tomorrow? To chase happiness with ignorance great? Seeking…

Dear Night, There’s Nothing Quiet About You

Ease my weariness oh dear nightTake away all that stayed from light.Are there words a poet can now strewTo explain the day’s toil in full?The restlessness that still escorts? Even in my dreams does he court.Dear night with your euphonious tunesSpare me the dark and all its hues.I ask, knowing still upon meLies the action…

Three Men and A Wondering Son

Anything done with the ego is a self sacrifice to the devilAnd I’m not saying that the ego is the devil, but he is not your friend.He will trick you and rest assured, you will betray yourself.You will doubt your friends, exalt your name or worth, lie, for no reason at all.That’s the workings of…