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!!!
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Ramblings of a Chaotic Mind
Outwards, my heart pours to a deafening silence as cold as death itself. Yet to be manipulated by your titillating advances, tempted of your poison, is a tantalizing treat indeed. And as the wind blows logic to enlighten a sunless son whose light faded away eons ago, a bludgeoning of confusion portrayed as a result of an evil veil of secrecy and I, am going to the other side of the moon. Where martyrdom is welcomed by an emphatic few crooning of unrequited love, like, falling stars from above unabashedly riding fragments of supernovas across a darkened sky. |
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
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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
Our children are dying
Slaughtered upon amerikkkas streets
Their blood soaks the concrete
A mother cries a tearful song of death
Another Afrikan child
Has taken his last breath
Written off as a statistic
For the caucasian another victory
An endless cycle of genocide
But how can we stem the tide
Made in amerikkka
The afrikan youth
On the brink of extinction
Depraved in the red white and blue
Fighting the odds to becoming a man
Set back in life for taking a stand
The Afrikan males life
From beginning to end
From the ghettoes to the state pen
Than back again
Black on black crime
Ignorance is high
Unknowing or unwittingly
Were're killing for their side
"WHITE MAN CAPITALIZING OFF OF US DOING TIME"
Private prisons appearing as maggotts
Devouring our souls
A race trapped in an abyss of time
But revolutionaries
Revolutionize
A vision to recognize
Knowledge will open doors
On a world where
The Afrikan soars high with eagles
Beyond the ... |
My God
Her lips
The beacon that drives me ever
so close. Her eyes what dreams are made of
Her skin melanated
Emanates perfection
Fertile voluptuous
She is the truth absolute
None can compare
Not even close
Her carbon the darkness that
Enlightens my world
Her feminity
God
The source of life
The gateway from which all
Sentient beings emerge
Fierce and unperturbed
She is my backbone
My strength
My God
And I
Her weapon of defense |
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.
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