Pulse

Storm

There is a storm that rages inside the conscious mind. Hurricanes that can't be tamed. Tornadoes spinning out of control. Tsunamis like Mountains seemingly reaching for the skies, and Dark Clouds unrendered, casting somber moods. Thank God for the Ink in my Pen.

Black Love Is Revolutionary!!!

Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind

A Quiet Summer Rain

She regrets now
the time spent sulking

As if her tears 
could wash away the pain 
of his infidelities

But her heart 
was heavy laden
and burden with shame

She cried

For she couldn't understand 
for the life of her
his wanton gratuitousness 
for leisure parlor affairs

Wasn't she good enough
loyal
faithful
accommodating?

The sacrifices she made 
to be with this man
who now causes her 
so much heartache and pain

She was numb with disbelief
she no longer had control of her tears
they fell freely

Like a quiet summer rain

Pennies on the Pound

Memories packed away in suitcases stored
in dark closets collecting dust

Love refused as old clothes unfit for use
tattered and scattered about her heart
like tumbleweeds on a prairie 
desiccated under the sun

Will she ever love again? 
She doubts it 

For the pain of heartbreak 
has taken its toll 
and left her shameless

Now she finds solace 
in the empty faces 
of the myriad men and women 
who fancies her punani 
for pennies on the pound
 
An endless parade of debauchery and 
degradation in which she
if only for a moment
pretends to be loved
 
It is in this state of 
exhilarated emotions
that she feels totally alive
totally free to be herself 
to breathe
to love
and be loved 

If only for tha...

A Violent Space (revised)

Looking out my window

Pained
Upon a violent space

Observing sullen souls
Abstracted against the madness
Society's masterpiece composed in blood

A daunting delineation of
The craziness associated
With physical existence
Insistent upon their destruction

Violent faces consumed in violent places
Unforgiving of yesterday

Misconceived pawns in a game
Of imminent annihilation
And I
My life
A mere speck within
The infinity of time
An atom amongst atoms
Blowing in the wind

ABRUPTLY BASED UPON A VIOLENT SPACE!

An unknown entity
Ejaculated by society
Emulating
The inner mechanics of that which I came

Driven by insanity
Stimulated by a turbulence unseen

I, a product of my society
Prostituted by puppeteers
Manipulating my Actions into
Capitalistic gains

Blo...

Pulse

#korryn

I am not a beast

I am not the monster You make me out to be

Condemned ostracized and Castrated -

a leper of My community

Just to kill me with impunity

Slaughter me and

Call it democracy

To silence me

It's a ***ing fallacy

Perverting normalcy

Crazy all the bodies

There is not enough dirt To cover your hypocrisy

Everything you touch Ends in atrocities

Your lies and deceit

Cunning and chicanery

Eclipse insanity

Evokes a calamity which Inflicts humanity

A sham on society

Your democracy

I've had enough

Sickened and alone

Barricaded in my home

Today my voice

Shall finally be heard

I speak with the blunt force

Trauma Of my Enemies Words

We are not animals to be hunted. Nor, are we crazy!  We're tired frustrated ...

Black Butterfly

My God

Coffee

she came as a breath of fresh air

as beautiful as morning glory

embraced by dew bathing

epiphanic under the yawning sun

gentle as a breeze

her softness my hallucinogen

I melt in her arms continuously

I am in awe of

her beauty

breathtaking

delicate

feminine

black

beautiful melanin

I fell into her spell

with alacrity

coffee black no

sugar no cream

my Queen

envied and persecuted

her essence

the epitome of strength

like coffee black no

sugar no cream

my Queen

Fallen Stars

What are fallen stars?
Are they, faded dreams,
Disappointments, streaking across the night sky?

Resoundingly repeating and reminding us of our failures. Or, are they, the gaiety of children,
Running amuck amongst the planets, causing mischief and mayhem.

Could it be that they are missives just for me, of a love Waiting, patiently?

A love I have yet to find, divine,
Tangible, a love all mine.

Could fallen stars be; tears of a broken heart broken Once too many, or love sabotaged?

For you see
I have yet to find my true love...
But in searching, I have drowned, in many a Mirage.