Listen — the street hums like a hymn, neon prayers in the gutters,
and the city keeps the beat of our heartbeats,
steel-toed rhythms stamping out the silence.
We learned to speak in sirens and dollar bills,
to baptize our dreams in corner store ligh...

Let me kiss you the right way,

all over, soft and slow.

Losing my breath in between

savoring each quote.

Brow, neck, shoulder, “lower”—

your petite breasts,

“lower”—

Feel the way the rest of

you trembles as the mood begins

t...

My city hums like a throat clearing — morning coffee, tires, the backyard radio.
Streets remember your name before you do,
and concrete keeps the stories of the ones who thought they could fly
and the ones who learned the shape of falling.

I learne...

I move like the city breathes —
short gasps between streetlights,
long sighs when trains pass in the night.
We know the cadence here:
sirens, laughter, the old man whistling at dawn,
the baby crying through the thin walls,
hope rattling like change in...

I wake before the city shakes,
put my hand on the hood of dawn like it owes me something.
The block is breathing slow—sirens stitch the seams,
corner stores pulse with fluorescent prayer.
Mama taught me how to count blessings between red lig...

They say the city teach you
how to breathe in the ash.
It teaches you how to pray
with your back against a brick wall
and your pockets full of yesterday’s promises.

Morning smells like coffee joints
and the greasy hymn of the corner grill.
The subway ...

Hear the block breathe —tires sing, neon hums,kids trade futures like marbles. Some days the sky looks low, but we learn to bounce it back with our knees. I walk with my pockets empty and my chest full of loud plans. Neighbors wave like old flags,...

I just can’t unwrap my head
From the thoughts of you,
For the way they massage my mind
Is deeply condoned.

They just sit and hold my crown,
While constantly accomplishing my throne.
You rule the quiet spaces
Where my doubts used to heavy-...

Some people like handcuffs, they will hold on to an idea even if it puts them in bondage. They will sit and smile and all the while putting fire under a defeated soul. How can someone be in and out of control. Its buttery to watch, slipping into d...

Dear Wifey-based on the novel Shadows of Obsession by Kemy and Creative Universe Partner Aszar follows the unraveling of a love that was never meant to survive.

What begins as desire spirals into betrayal, regret, and a dangerous fixation that re...

He stole my prized possession
With no regard of my feelings or hesitation
He knew that was my leverage for obsession
Return it please give it back
How it was stolen is enough to send the mind totally out of whack

Now I have no defense of at...

My feet are tired and I need a bed to rest in
Let evening captivate my spirit and quiet my bones
A place in time to allow the caresses of the moonlight resonate my moans
The radiance of gentleness soothes my skin
Where night forgives the day I...

peeking from behind closed doors
speaking in metaphors laced with symbolism
she's seen the designs and the best laid plans of mice and men
always remembering when the lines were straight
or led to inescapable walls
she calls
and I listen to ...

Hey Boy!

Don't you hear me boy!

You don't hear so good boy!

Come here boy!

Sang boy sang

Boys since southern belles wore bustles

Mimicking hottentot high black hind parts

Breed boys into human machines

Sowing seeds

Culti...

I head the Earth quake as my words shake and I have been left deposited in fragments of lingering thoughts. I thought my influence would have been deeper that his, I was small fish with with a big wish and all the while sputtering through my gills...

They became deep in theirpoetic

space, as they defied sound permitting

moansthrough the vast obscure.

For they were lost in each other’s

mystique, yet still open minded

to where their spirits were.

And even while sated, they still

yea...

(back from vacation with old lyrics from the "attic..")

physical attraction is what started it all
a sudden glance from across the floor
smooth conversation and a drink or two
exchanging phone numbers at the door
wanna trust him but well yo...

The physical fades to a quiet

background when the map of your

thoughts begins to unwind.

Though your beauty lies bare in this

softening light, it is always the

structure and grace of your mind.

The curve of a shoulder, the warmth of ...

I am changing the past and there is only one way to do that, its to change exactly what I am doing in this present moment. If you are changed by the past, if it somehow trips you up, you need to start skipping. Do you see how that works?

You ar...

Why are you against me,

Cos, I speak what is right?

Your walking around all Negative,

As if evil is your delight,

Your deceivings are your downfall,

bringing us down is your foresight,

Just exposing all the naysayers,

Turning darkness int...