CRACKED SALT

Dreams of I egg year
The polished whispers that stood by i
Swayed like swallows over hills
Child legs hopping over Cemeteries
Dead war Veterans tickled by milky toes
We embraced death with smiles
Not knowing the tears coming with tomorrow

It was easy
Seeing others covered six feet below
Brave to see others bewail
For they were but not our own

Where did the strength go?
Which used to carry us through?
Bloody tears, shaped in painful sorrow

How would the other understand?
How would she know the pain?
When she has never been through this road
How could I expect her comfort I
If she knows not how to

I wipe the salts of I soul cheeks
Knowing its only I that can bear this cross

LEDGE

The salts of my egg year
Like cascades flowing through
The Owen falls dam
The loud silence of painful laughter
Aching for bloody breath

The torn chapter of our lives,
Bred into ash grey giggles
Over misty green hills,
With chuckles from monkeys,
Whose Ape Mind
Was baked under the savannah heat
That smiles were indeed knives
Only to be reckoned by ghost eyes
A commodity to be traded
For ignorance

Sigh, the heart sigh
Peddled for journeys
For a drop of crystallized water
The bargain of empty pockets
Flattering, dry stomachs

I share faces with a nun
Who is only virgin in appearance?
The latter holds no matter
For how would we know,
If catholic priests make good baby sitters?
It is the colorful universe
Whispering back at us

I am accustomed
To the plague that eats at sense common
The unending visits to institutions
Of decayledge
Deem I too sane
To see with my own eyes
I am given a pair of new eyes
I am told I should dress this way
Not that way

I should talk, act and live
Within the ethos of mutual acceptance
Perhaps I am just an ape
Dressed in fancy mindset
My pen retires
Knowing sometimes it is the face you hide
Not the face people might see.

ASHES OF MY CLAY

Ashes of my pale salts,
Like dusk wearing a mask in midnight dreams,
It is the grave aching for clay,
I see laughter through your sad face,
Your smiles mock my strength,
I will carry the growing weight of obese condemnation,
Perhaps my fleeting breath will be an anchor to the blind,

I give my nights away for thorns,
It is the friend whose last name is less,
Your unselfish courtesy,
Overwhelms my empty tummy with empty talk,
The dying reward of brotherhood rotting away,
I find solace in strangers,
For nothing in common forges the bonds,
The ignorance of need fuels the necessity to will free

The end of my clay,
I hear you announce behind my back,
You Judas me,
With your eyes pointing at mine,
I was dead before you were born,
And yet i still roam this earth,
It is not me you are seeing,
But the weak side of you.

SCORCHED EYES

Un popped corn,
The delicacy to the frigid lunatic
That once called me friend,
I digest words
That constipate my appetite,
I shall pretend for now,
And let it be called truce behind opened curtains
Let us dwell in the stupidity of perception,
The last i knew of the simpleton
That rocked the bottom
A third of his thoughts were hanged in private
A function preceded by a man of God,
Like murder is sin only applied to the collarless fop

Un structured thoughts,
Sanity and more sanity,
Brainwashed from institutions of learning,
How can we speak logic if our nature gets the best of us?
A decade of sheer ignorance shone the light,
That explains the zygote mindset,
I beg to differ from the donkey or ass
Whose back supports the perishing seed,
Insanity bred from sanity,
Two different minds sharing the same face,
It is the outside that we fathom,
We could care a little less
If we knew that souls wore shoes,


Untie my shoe laces,
Hang my shoes around your neck,
That gives you the right to have walked in my shoes,
Your half baked mind has a place in my past,
Unstrap the last drop of dignity left in i
And my blood still roams the seas,
I see right through you like a glass,
You are the image in the mirror,
The shadow behind me,
Soon you fade from memory
And my pen and pad live on.

ACHING MINDS

I pardon the sometime guest,
Whose sane lips yoke mine mind york,
That perhaps a coin has but three faces,
To the fop a fountain of flawless rage,
A truth whose eyes vex convectional beauty,

I tread lightly with those,
Who steal food from the mouth,
Of those crippled in age and mind,
For ebony is to be found in the bones
Of those in a cradle,
A place where mind carcasses are
fed on by those old and grey.


I am with those,
Who in their stupidity
Rebel against them selves,
For the only thing worse than a criminal
Is but a politician.

I stand with those,
Who do not believe what they see,
With those who do not need hands to catch faith,
With the tribe-less degenerated seed roaming the pearl,
With the bastard whose inheritance is enclosed in egg shells,
With the woman whose sagging breasts never define her beauty,
With the law and its impurities to be purchased with coin,
With injustice for justice has no place in the face of truth,
With friends who are but a rare commodity,

With the egg of my bliss,
With the forsaken for they find solace in death,

With institutions of brainwashing for it is only accurate for unfairness to exist
With Lou-bega for she is my heart stream,
With those who find muse in aching minds.

SKY BLISS

Sweet lips coated with sticky glossy smiles,
The soul held in my fragile bosom,
In my spirit dancing to foggy tunes,
Forged in midnight bliss,
Where the moon kissed my painted heart

Laying on soft spongy green grass,
Eyes beheld the velvet-orange skies,
Seconds bore ages of twilight whispers,
When ecstatic emotions like fireworks,
Formed rainbow clouds floating in the mirror of our eyes

Dusk with no end,
Treading upon the path where scented petals
Rained on her curly long dark hair,
Purple mist mildly fading to the sound of swallow wings,
Her bright white eyes reflecting Jupiter’s bright August lights,
Humming to the pitch less calm soothing tone of the wind,
Her voice tasted of peaches and wild berry dipped in honey chocolate,

There in lost in wonder whose goose pimples melted my ego,
I had but died a thousand deaths when her eyes rubbed mine,
A pure seed bred from the golden sands of Africa,
Her trait groomed in the cascades of Sipi falls
I died again and again
And again,
For the milky, sweet, thrills she gave
My heart could not but carry.

DYE WORLD

Swift, sweet the song line fleeting,
Smiles massacred, ash pale words bleeding,
Voices aching of the plague eating at suited minds
Like the melancholic goose
Whose eve is wrapped in two sunsets,
Anchored by sea shores
Whose sand cracks under the weight of memories martyred
Sleep walking through the empty speech that dusk offered,

It is but time to dye;

Dye dawn with the blood littered in ink,
To un scribble thoughts unsaid on scrolls
Hanging by dustless shelves of fops glory

Perhaps it is time to dye tombs,
Tongue less beings testifying with bones bred in clay
For if this be the last the skies breathe
Let ink and an old paper be the next of kin.

I SALTS

A lazy salt forming a cascade on I cheeks
A taste of times forged in a mirror of a clowns smile
A million twinkles breathing upon a dusty gray mind
Memoirs of the lime green kin basking at shores of grape red skies
The fortune of yoke-less eggs hatching the chic with but three legs
Clothed in dripping sweet beauty clouds swaying by her
She recycles scripture with a mind too clay for faith
Is it I place to deem tameness to the zygote thought?

Lazy salts watering I eyes
The crusade against ape minds forming on the tongue of I heart
I but dreamed it would be the thirty- first proverb coined by the psalmist
The plague, devoid of character, the queen becometh King
A thousand heads on a platter, she is but equal man
Pure silky diamond gown tailored in the blood of civilization
I retire to dawn yet dusk has her wings flattering I sight
Was it not thee that rubbed faces with I
Perhaps ebony's toothless smile awakens the slumber eating at dawn


I salt the salts of centuries,
I salt till I wake,
For having eyes means not you see
Seeing means not you know.

CROWN

I laugh,
and laugh again,
For the crown will surely melt,
While the dogs harvest bones from maize combs,
The blind invention that deems insanity sane,


I laugh,
and cry again,
For chains bind the ape,
Colored mind,
Tailored in the shelf of pages torn.


I laugh,
I laugh till i laugh,
Fops recycling stature,
Eggs weak hatching to the tone of death,
The dance of the noble,
Inheritance of the just,
The laugh that lasts a thousand moons,
The laugh and laughter coiling,
Burning to the theme of dustless dust
Forged in the thirst of dying thirst.

SUNS END

Crashed egg shells littered
A place whose smile lacks teeth,

The weight of a zillion words cast upon I neck
The comfort of skin irks the hand that holds the kin next,

Water thickens, blood martyred in the pool of shy thoughts
The suns’ end showed her face before dew yawned

Before ink kissed the empty sheet of paper,
Before i lips twitched, I words massacred in the dustless shelf
Before it all, the suns end showed her face

Before the mirror whose faces’ shadow lacked sight,

Before I could inhale,
Before it all, the suns’ end showed her face.

VOICE PARALYSIS

Voices molding the shape of mortal beings,
Voices so blind,
Voices shaping the identity soon to fade from memory,
Voices, the voice,
Voicing the illusion of the image in the mirror unseen,

Voices cracking,
Walls forged in the tears of centuries,

They speak of gold and forget the mines and sweat drained,
They speak of a beauty who will be consumed by age,
They voice and voice again,
They voice but see not the heart,

The voice limping,
Limping its way into minds,
Minds paralysis,
The voice plague,

My ears are but shut,
It is never about what they say about i,
But what the maker says.

FLY

Eyes shut,
I see better with eyes shut,
I am lost,
Lost in a world of pure light,
I am drawn to dreams,
Dreams that share a fortune of
Times breathing gold dust off scrolls

I eyes shut
I sigh, deeply sigh
I mind is mine no more,
I exist only in the wind,
I am dead in the flesh,
Air is an excuse for the doubtful,
Death the mirror that alters the altar,
I am long gone.

Now I can fly,
Now I am free,
Free from the stench of mortality,
Now I can see,
I can see that it was but a lie,
It was all a lie,
All that we struggled for,
All that deemed us human,
Status, class, institutions and structures,
Vexed by a single micro belief,
I can see it all
It was all a lie
I can see the stupidity in humanity,
For I spirit is neither male nor female,
I thirst no more or hunger,
I can see how greed divided us,
I can see how wicked the hearts of men are
Vessels bearing tainted seed,

Now I can fly,
I need not wings,
I can fly
Above scrolls,
Above sanity,
Above I,
Finally I can fly above I,
I can fly for I exist not,
For life begins when death begins,
Death begins when life starts.

HER FACE A WORK OF FICTION

A baby tear,
Dropped in an ocean of loud whispers,
The rib to whom i leaned on,
Washed by thoughts fashioned by cracking crowns,
From memory ego fades,
Drawn to dawn-less dusk,
Her face a work of fiction,

Bound by the allure,
I sympathize with i,
For the serpent lays her eggs in beauty,
Her fangs clout in twinkling eyes,
Her face a work of fiction,

I retire to the skies,
To the comfort of ink,
As i muse on the thick wonders of her face,
I cease to think,
For all awhile,
Her face a work of fiction,
The lie that betrays most men

A FOOLS TREASURE

A glimpse at I muse,
The melancholic string deeply caving into I voice,
Chatter and more chatter, language void to defuse
To embrace precious pearls wrapped around empty noise
Let the strong become vessels of weak use
So the restless weak egg can gain poise
Can perhaps earn but clue
That life’s cheapest bargain
Is often the man that waits for a chance
The man worthwhile
Is one who is driven not by treasure possessed
But rather one that learns to find a treasure in every one

ZOMBIE MINDED

I desire not to be normal,
Act and talk like thee,
Think and live like thee
I am comfortable in i skin
In i awkward ways i smile
I smile for i am but alive
I can inhale in the fog of insanity
In the ridicule of i savage dream

I desire the desire deserted
Like voices whose lips are glued to pale knowledge
Dressed in the idiocy of formality
Like the collar of a priest
A blind folded vocation
Whose ethic grasp lingers in purgatory

Like the immaculate conception
I will not be subject to reason
To a moral fashioned by law
Engineered by men
Whose existence hangs
On a thread of flawed brain cells

I desire not to follow
In the steps of white institution
For they are too white to be dark
Or gray
I glory in the ape years
Of wild fruit and liberation
Of breasts dancing in coconut oil
Of talks groomed with fire
Of folk stories filled with sweat
Of deer hunt and blood

I desire to bath in the
Blood and tears of my ancestors
In the pitched voices of my sisters
For then i know i am free
Free in the backwardness
Of i origin
Enslaved in the forwardness
Of unfolding centuries

I am free for i mind is not owned
I say as i please amidst voices
Amidst intellectual zombies
I am free for North is West
I find sunshine at midnight
And death is life.

WE MIGHT SHUT OUR EYES

We might but shut our eyes
When the dark light of life dies
When the weak and strong forge ties
And empty beggars bellies sigh

We might but shut our eyes
When we fish hatred from the shallow
When we learn to dance with our shadows
And with our tongues slice bone from marrow

We might but shut eyes
When races and faces of places bear no color
When language or dialect have common chatter
And with our hearts peek at the soul skin in wonder

We might but shut our eyes
When we sink politics in tears of blood waters
When fat faces of corruption share laughter with beggars
And the constitution is forged by adult toddlers

We might but shut our eyes
When sex trade hidden in bride price ends
When taxes for sex is unmasked from a rings’ end
And use not coin to purchase love or keep it to its end

BONES

Maybe we shall smile in graves
When all is done
When coin and black gold melts
When trying hard ends
When sweat and tears become laughter

Maybe we shall smile in graves
When vice is wrapped in virtuous robes
And classes cease giving birth to one cause
We might smile when our eyes are plucked out
When our pockets get filled with sense common
When the purchase of happiness ends

We might smile
When all flesh rots
When precious pearls return to dust
When we cease to care about how we look
When we reject white noise
When we strip naked
When we dig deep,
For in the end
All that is left are bones

CLOT

Pieces of thought
Like words glued to paper
With ink bleeding shapes
Like sour grapes on tongues

I pause
Staring at dots of tears in skies
My ancestors laugh with caution
Pardon my plea to reconstruct thought
I am part of the problem
For dreams were hatched in ostrich eggs

CLAY

The home to my ape glory
Sharing tongues with toneless faces
I resign to thoughts growing obese
Queen of Kings scooping every drop of sanity

Let's perhaps trade places
As I lavish at the bottom of your grasp
I am but reduced to a puppet of thy mind
Like a clown the plastic smile melts
On the inside

You glory in titles soon to fade from memory
You scream of the cross
Yet all I find is clay
Clay and more clay
The sun sets from the stars
I then sigh knowing
The 31st proverb fashioned my desire

DEAD SLAVE

You can hold I hand
Just like you did yesterday
Let's pretend your intention
Is wearing a clowns mask
Then perhaps all dignity
Will rise from ashes beneath seas

So now I should conform
To the void
lingering in thy ignorance
Did you not bring flowers
To the remains of I mind?
Oh Royal one, master
Shall I trade ink and scrolls
For thy puerile trait?
May be then thy eyes
Shall but blink in fopish awe

You fathom the glory of chains!
Oh wise one?
I say a prayer for thee
That if ebony smiles one moon
Thy eggs will taste not thine plight

AFRICAN VIRGIN

Zimbabwe
Oh Zimbabwe I loyal face
For several moons
Have I heard your wails

Zimbabwe
Are you not the only
Virgin left in Africa?
Your sisters shame our land

Zimbabwe
Beautiful Virgin of Africa
I pray for you but daily
While I drum over sun set
That you lay not with faces pale

Zimbabwe
Zimbabwe my only daughter
I scream out to you
Spread not your legs

Zimbabwe
Grow not weak during ovulation
For the eggs you bear
Are for a purpose much greater

PUPPET

I undressed thee
Only to find a puppet
Lavishing in scared wit
Brainwashed in coin

I sunk in faceless knowledge
Reborn to swim in a fops gut
Dancing merry in smiles plastic
A kin in stupidity, the apes chatter

Perhaps a pardon for Hitler the idiot
For Judas kisses live for generations
Kill them before they lay eggs,
She, the centurion affirms with a smile

A blink twice the weight of salts shade
In bloody chains compacted with mindless hugs
The ape reduced to the cramps of dog bones
In pretence we but shake hands
While the other hand chokes I reason to death

I rub eyes with you each passing moon
I laugh at thy brutal pregnant power
For it is all you will ever be
A puppet in a circus suit

EKIYONI NDILIMBO

I can hear that voice
Over winds blowing
In Nyamirambo

I feel the stillness of warmth
Raiding every nerve
Like the wet glory
Fashioned over I heart

Thy whisper gave I spirit breath
I live again through a million deaths
In thy eyes I find destiny

LETS AGREE

Let's agree to laugh
For the bastard
Bred in salt and blood
Sheltered in chains
For his strength ripples

Let's agree to clap
For women
Crowned with burden
Whose backbone
Feeds the land
And are suppressed

Let's agree to frown
At politicians
For they are but
Lead eaters
Like ticks suckling blood

Let's agree to kill
Corruption
Kill it before it lays more eggs
And kill the ghost of its ghost
And kill it's next of kin
And also kill the other kin next
And any of it's living sperms

Let's agree to sigh
For the blind folk
Enslaved in perception
For the silent opinions
Hanging on ceilings each night
For today we crawl
But tomorrow we walk

PRIMITIVE SEED

Primitive seed
Art thou pure in nature
I behold thy gates
Bestowed upon I fate
With a blossom of scented
Bliss
Brushing against walls new
Who is thy architect?
Where from did thy spring
Originate

Pure seed
You grow in deserts
Where the Nile flows not
Thy name sounds in oceans
Indian
Pearls precious not by
Comparison
Pure seed
Art thou mustard in trait

Thy roots dig deep
Deeper than the sand of seas
Like Egypt you rise
Forged in pyramids of scrolls

We applaud the stranger
Yet the native in disguise
Speaketh but word

Pure seed
I primitive impulse
You keep alive
Reborn through
The altar that shades blood

VESSEL

I live
Where wild berry and petals grey
Grow

By i side
The moons shadow mimics I
Gesture

I skin
Living on borrowed scars from
Last night sweet tear drops

I voice
Silently loud carried by swallows
Above hills rocky and thorny noise

I mind blushes
A pair of ripened breasts
Staring at I ego

I slow breath
I conscience tickled, second guessing
I way through life's broken bridge

Dead,
The feet treading upon naked dreams
Where I whispers hatch

I thoughts ache
It's a million colours on I pallet
For in the end I find I life in a
Vessel broken

SKY TEARS

When I ship sinks
Beneath sea sand
And I treasures fade
Tell I who applauds

When I salts
Form a river
On I child gaze
Tell I who laughs

When I crown
Is worn by
A pair of breasts
Tell I who smiles

When I die
Cry not
Look on and see
The faces
Next to I tomb



See their joy
Through
Their tears
See the lie
Lying
Beneath
Their talk

When I arise
Look not
For i
For I live
Through Ink
Through
I note pads
For only
The skies
Share
I insanity

SILENT TEMPLE

Listen to the violent silence
In the toneless violin aching off
Her blind mind

Listen again
To the brutal anguish
Coated in sweet smiles
Glittering in loud pain

Look at the unseen thought
Cutting through weary emotion
Squeezing every last breath of hope

See again
And find pregnant mockery
By the temple of thy heart she sits
Plotting the death of thy ghost

SWEET SLAVE

Child bred from chains
I share tears falling from thy soul
I rubbed minds
With words whose voice is but plastic
Traded faces for places
Whose legs tread upon I egg like dreams

Child bred from chains
I still smell blood
Stained on the chains caging thy thought
I still see chains of color
Chains walking through half-baked smiles
Of strangers pale
Whose fingers touch our daughter’s nipples?

Child bred from chains
Have you not seen the curse?
Wrapped in jewels and gifts
Offered to the bastard whose
Heritage clings
On a thread of stupidity

Child bred from sun
Are you still not a slave?
Are you not a beggar?
Dressed in modern day suits
Soaked in the soot of bloody civilization

Child bred from Chains
I cry for thee
For the eggs hatched in this moon,
For in the end
We will laugh
We will laugh at their might
For they might be able
To kill our flesh
But not our will
Not our spirit
We will rise like dust
Wait for the rain.

SEED OF GOD

Before you judge i
See that I share taste
With I creator

Before you get aroused
By pale knowledge
See that he is limitless
See that I bear his seed.

Before you laugh at I flaws
Before you choke I trait
See that he loves i
See his love suffocating i

Before you see I color
See the color of I soul
See that clay returns to dust
And I spirit returns to the maker

Before you deem I sinner
See that he redeems i
See what he sees
Not what thy eyes see

Before your lips move
Before thy words hang around I neck
See that he chose i
See that it’s his depth
That I drown in

Before you try to kill i
See that I am already dead
For the flesh
Has no home for i

JUNGLE FEVER

We danced merry
With our toes polished
By the rivers of grace
Words exchanged in moon light
The night whose face we touched

We sung by fires wild
Our voices echoed by owls
With sweat and dust
Our hands we thrust
In airs of sweet taste
Where we bathed till the break of day

We cried and tried
Tears upon our cheeks dried
The moment smiles bore plagues
Blood diluted in the sympathy of false tongue
Oh how we bled
To witness the chapters of our youth
Torn in the struggles of empty speech

Through death we laughed
With chains around our necks and ankles
Choked by the cold
As we watched more of our kind
Dumped in seas

We now laugh
For we are still chained
We still get dressed in foreign policy
Our minds baked in institutions white
We are but an offspring
Whose conscience bears diaper rash

We can now have the last laugh
As we watch our sons slaughtered like cows
In wars whose origin were not our own

We can now have the last laugh
As we watch our daughters sex traded
In pursuit of a higher life

We can assume the position
Of fallen slaves whose foot prints
We tread upon
Perhaps our children will laugh better

We can pretend for long
But not with these chains
Around our minds and tongues

For in the end
All return to dust
But the glory of our might
Lingers in old folk songs
To be sung moons after we have passed on.

LAUGHING SCARS

Taste the salts
Forged in the moons
Of I child gaze
Washed in memories
Naked
With eyes
Bearing fangs

Touch the scars
Buried in the years
Of growing smiles
Like the bad dream
Who chuckles
Right before
Thy skull is crashed
Beneath tender hands

See the pain
Laughing in rhythm
Of times crippled
Matched with half-baked joy
The promise of tombs
To be treadled upon
While the children
Watch on
With hope that death
Will bring forth
Sweet life Wrapped
In dreams empty
Of castles
Bred by plagued tongues

Watch them
See what they but do next
See the man beneath the title
Listen to their sweet coated talk
Look and see the motive
Fashioned to appear virtuous
See that in end
A puppet is all you will be
A slave sighing
With an identity
False in nature
Watch carefully
For the time next
You will be treading
Upon dead children
The illusion of freedom
Will be the myth
Shared with a conscience dead

21ST CENTURY WOMAN

My dreams she followed
So I thought
Her spell she cast
Dressed in roses
To weaken my reason

The crown upon my head
She eyed;
The scepter of my blessing
She held

The applaud of my heroic nature
A disguise of her true fate
Named King;
A title whose seed is washed by charm

Power i claimed to possess
Repossessed by a silent dress
Her crafty beauty a serpent by design
Has her fangs dipped in masculine wit



I now see her for her true nature
She desires more than coin
More than jewels precious
Or pearls uncommon
More than title or power
More than diamond affection
More than gold plated attention
She wants to be the man

Alas!
We then laugh sparingly
For she is but man to will Man

IDIOT RACE

The blind race
Continues chattered by
Conservatively dressed mindsets

Ethnic baggage thrice the size
Of Skyscrapers, shaping thoughts
The need to belong
To identify with a fops wit

Let’s reclaim stupidity
As we bisect tribe
Let’s carry clans into theater rooms
Let’s undress truth
Perhaps might we find?
The off springs of totems

Let’s worship our dialect
For the spirit has no language
Let’s see underneath



Beneath location
Beneath structure
What shall we find then?

What shall we find?
If we peel our skins
What shall we find?
Underneath our hearts
Underneath our culture
Underneath norms and values
Underneath this false identity
We created

What shall we find underneath
These Kingdoms and Kings?

Have we not lost the purpose?
Have we not forgotten the cause?
Where is the man naked?
If our worth is derived from
Ignorance
From a perception forged in crippled times
Are we not all slaves?

VICTOR

Pieces of yesterday’s memories
Floating through I thoughts
I hear voices walking naked
The shock of emptiness
That the dream ended but half

I still see the face that fate robbed
The weight of salts shading faces
Did we not share places with the Psalmist?
Did the song have to end so soon?
How can clay claim what is virtuous?

I still remember thy zygote voice
The practice every 2pm behind church
The concerts when breaking the silence
The way your fingers stringed the guitar
Your wild hair and childish smile
Your wild imagination

So now I must believe you are dead
But no I refuse
You are not dead
You are now immortal


And somehow I sense you

SORE EMOTION

A glass of comfort
To the slave
Who walked
Two thousand
Eight hundred
Eighty moons
Salty

A sigh
To the King
Whose lips
Rubbed Jezebels'
Breasts
For beheading thee
Was not the
Worst part

A loud laugh
At the female
Who tries but hard
To copy cat
Masculine trait
For you but
Lay eggs


A smile
At Hitler
Some women
Are worse
They will kill the Jew
Burn their own children
To ashes
And wear a smile
While killing thy ghost

A flag white
To all men
In the war
Against
C roaching holes
Beware
For they but talk

A pause
For moons yet to come
Salty and sweet
Soft and hard
Life's face
Is clear now
The time next
I will remember

BREATHING ALTARS

Come with i
To the place whose
Nakedness meets the eye blind
Share the sacrifice
Build in the blood
Of screaming truth
See the smoke of
Latter paths forge
Ties in salts of misty words

I heard her voice
Like molten rock
Softened by ego charm
The times that danced
With tomorrows dream

Upon dry wood
The promise lay
In silence modest
That if dawns face
But appears

The ashes
Might laugh
While the thought bewildered
Will second guess
The broad growth
Of tongues
Unchained

SHY SEPTEMBER

September’s song line
Sounding like raindrops
On a Sunday eve
Whose sunset is wrinkled

September
Like two thousand
Eight hundred
Eighty moons ago
Shares half the face
The other half
The unsaid thought

September
The ice berg
Clothing I impulse naked
The thought of thee
Like the bloody salts
Poking the bastards blurry voice

September
I prayed for thee last night
That thy offspring shares not
In the crippled spirit
Oozing off thy
Shadow of abomination

September
You soon fade from memory
The time next
When our faces rub
You will be a stranger
An extension
Of I ape instinct
A cracked opinion
Hanging on a pigs fate

September
I ink spills in waste
Yet the breeding scrolls
Of I insanity
Share nothing in common
With thy pale mind

Decembers promise
Smiles with deception

So I will wait
I will wait for January
For then I shall find I muse
I shall find Poetry
I faceless Mistress

DRY THOUGHTS

Gliding in
The luxury
Of tongues thick
A shelter
Against sanity


Tickle i gut
Find i furry giggle
Pleasure of pain
Swims through i veins
Bursting deaf nerves


I skin crawls
By mystical thoughts
The burning effect
Of last nights
Skimpily dressed dream
Laying silently
In drying ink

CROWNED SLAVE

Dear Child King
Laugh but sparingly
Remember Child King;
Remember the moons
When by chains we lived
Polished apes they claimed


Dear Child King
Remember you chose not
The tone of thy skin
Smell the indoctrination
Of smiles plastic kissing thee


Remember
Remember the salts of thy sisters
Raped by masters inferior to black taste


Dear Child King
Remember that the fruit
Falls not far from the tree
Tread but carefully
Lest the earth you tread upon
Is snatched by the clown
Whose seed plagues sight


Child King
I say to thee Child King
Watch; See the lies lying beneath coin
See deception wearing a mask
See tombs laughing with Children praying
See the puppet you have become
See that a Crown has its end
And thy voice roars in the wild

INK

The sun under I feet
Last night’s sight caught in a basket of ashes
A pair of smiles crashed in sweet sour taste of tongues
Reflected images of tearful voices in the mirror of I soul

I conscience takes a pause
As I undress words worn in wild moons
Tongues melt that which is wrapped in venom

Look closely;
The loud silent shadow speaks
I word choking death, the tense past growing extinct

I cracked the dream, searching for insanity I sanctuary
I find pieces of dirty linen patched together
With the salts of I egg year

I smell the ignorance of this living world
I am but dead as I breathe in scrolls
Ink a reflection of I persona
Reborn am I while leaves marks of
Bleeding truth

SILENCE AT HEART

Silence at heart
The loud noises of clumsy speech
Pitched to the bottom of I screaming voice
Talking silence, treading lightly
Upon fat thoughts with sight cracked
The times merry gasped for a breath of conscience

Silence at heart
Times reversed, the hour lonely dropped
Who bore the smiling tear?
Of ages skinned, of bones dancing tango
Of nipples weary, whose milk feeds the flesh?

Silence at heart
She speaks of a yesterday, she hardly remembers
Dreams of today, with a collapsed thirst for tomorrow
We sigh in silence
For the Wives we will never have

WAKE UP SLEEPING CHILD

Wake up sleeping child
Life has a way of dancing with us
Like when our ancestors were made slaves
Like how our children are brainwashed
Made to believe that we live by a fair system
Are we any different from our fore fathers?

Wake up sleeping child
Life has a way of dancing with us
Divide and rule
How possibly could we fall into the same trap?
How can we not see beyond the clowns face?
When it is clear that beyond the smile lies the butcher
How can we afford to laugh?
When our backs have been made seats for their feet
Should we sell our souls too? In the name of fame
Should coin define our fate? In the name of a better life

Wake up sleeping child
Life has a way of dancing with us
Arise Child! See them preach bleaching God
See them call our very own “African American”
Is that not racist enough?
They shake hands with the Ape
And rub their hands in disgust
So go ahead and laugh
An Ape is all they see
Remember I told you this sleeping child
Remember that you are but a puppet in the making
Remember sleeping child
Remember those faces
Remember that the old trick still works

Wake up sleeping child
Life has a way of dancing with us
Follow not the ways of your sisters
They are easily excited by the pleasures of this world
They shame our land

Wake sleeping Child
Life has a way of dancing with us
Wake up and fight
How can you sleep while your brothers are killed?
How can you fold your hands when you will be next?

Do you not hear the spear in your voice?
Do you not see the strength in your thick black skin?
Do you not see your peacock beauty?
Remember you are but a warrior
And no one can that away from you

THELEMA VEXED

The journey of
Fifteen steps
Moving toward
The twelfth moon
Of elf glory

I beheld
Snow flakes
Melting under
The heat
Of I intuitive
Breathing grasp

Chilled thoughts
Roasting above
Hot coal
Of last nights’
Deep heated
Fractured talk
Limping through
An empty
Emotional
Orchard


A horizon
Of misty impulses
Gliding before I sight
The blurry voice
Making its way
Through a
Thicket of
Foul tongues

Beyond
The eyes
Imperial
I but find
A Scarlet
Of frozen passion

She dances
With hips
Basking in
Ocean green
Linen
With lips
Softly sizzling
Sweetly coated
With smiling death

Like the splendorous
Serpent
In ecstasy
Warmly she bends
To offer
A gentle Kiss
Of thy last breath

Her bosom
Rests upon
A dragon
Whose breasts
Are six and fifty
Her scepter
The priest of princes

Eighty four hundred
Eighteen
She whispers
The cleansing
Of numbers
Baptized in
The ordeal
Of the eleventh
Star

The Lion
Of Judah
Watches
But calmly

She sets
Her feet
On white petals

The flame
Born of the
Twelfth tribe
Of the stained
Lamb
Arises

Council she seeks
From Belial
But the one
Whose eyes
Rubbed with death
Smiled on
The plan vexed
The promise
Of ancient scrolls
Wins for
Moons of infinity