Waterfalls and Hourglasses
In isolation,
time feels at rest,
like frozen waterfalls
and static hourglasses.
Under the veil of monotony,
we’ve become the oppressors
of our Freedom’s curfew;
in self-made prisons
slave to routines
and regimen.
In effort to remain
allegiant to world views,
we sacrifice our virtues
to build idols on touchscreens;
amour-propre erodes in sediment
In fact,
time is insufficient,
to pardon our passion
is like the raging of waterfalls
and the breaking of hourglasses. |
Festive Windows
My hands lay firm on feverish glass.
I can taste my elation as it scatters along the aperture
impairing the mutual sight of windows
and the suitable lights of kinfolk.
Holiday is here,
another year revered.
Hearts cheer with festive cadence
cloaked in benevolent fragrance,
a timeless memento of festive crescendo.
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Drifting Through Light Prisms
I
defy living.
My
mind is drifting
through light prisms,
and sinister skies
that limit my eyes
to night vision.
I see blighted souls
with righteous symptoms,
Fighting for their life
in a bias system.
They’re frightened by death,
victims of flesh;
however,
dying isn’t as bad as not living .
Cherish the time that you have left;
make the best of what god has given
Life.
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Winter Embers
Embers fall upon my frigid skin.
My frigid skin; cold as Winter.
This feeling is
unfamiliar.
I’ve been numb for so long.
A nocturnal knight
searching my whole life
for modest light,
Let it break the twilight sky
in the early morn.
Standing still on Earth’s axis,
right my passage;
the world is wrong.
I can do what I want.
The future, I own.
Embers fall upon my frigid skin.
My frigid skin; cold as Winter.
This feeling is
unfamiliar.
I’ve been numb for too long.
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Drinking Emotions    
Empty bottles,
no chasers follow,
the room is spinning.
Feeling hollow,
it’s hard to swallow,
we're all sinning.
No bravado
in modest tomorrows
with blurred vision.
Silence.
Get out.
Cut the lights off,
I need a minute.
As I battle with myself,
shadows can’t even witness.
Empty bottles,
no chasers follow,
the room is spinning.
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Young, Black
Young black kid, head down, remain silent.
Friends lie cold in the street.
Hearts in constant riot.
The mind told the heart,
"Brother, don’t be defiant!
You ain’t nothing but a cub,
better learn from the king lions! "
In a world full of radical minds,
killers and sinners divine.
Courageous be the peace sign.
Deuce.
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Slave Be the Consumer
Slave be the consumers.
Producers chain us in jewelry.
Money over life,
the reason they ready to shoot at me.
They tell me what I should be,
never what could I be.
Battling with my heart,
lost the only part that was good in me.
This isn't life.
This isn't right.
This is foolery.
Me against the masses,
born to fight the fight for the people;
it's nothing new to me.
I could care less about your complexion
if we’re preaching the same message.
We stay separate
only because we let it.
Victims of ourselves,
every culture is indebted
when love is a fetish
bought on credit.
Damn.
Slave be the consumers,
producers chain us in jewelry.
Money over life,
the reason they ... |
Poetic Silhouettes
No conversations,
just contemplating
my disconnect.
My uncommon conscious constantly
leaves my flesh,
Searching the meta-physical, and
trusting my visual less.
Faith is found between syllables,
blessed with every breath.
Eyes to the sky with no fear of death,
just taking steps,
Contradicted, no contest.
Opposition, I accept.
Searching for divinity in similes
framed with poetic silhouettes,
stimulating aesthetic introspect.
Linear thoughts lay to rest.
I disconnect,
then project.
Cause
and
effect.
No conversations,
just contemplating
my uncommon conscious
leaving my flesh.
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Hearts Over Minds
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