all of a sudden passion suddenly

Game Ends

Tell me why all this pain
For what will mankind have as gain
When kings rule board
None else remain?

There's wind, they say
and sand -
driven with such force
it strips the tanks of paint.

They say they eat it,
it's in each bed.
It grates the eye
and stings the skin.

It's God's weapon
But it could be theirs
also.

Skeetons they say
will never go away
wanting to come out and play
palying with my dismay

Shoving them back in
on a whim
rembering the sin
that hides within

4 my lil' kedz

Plates should be square
so limas can go to their corner
while refs fork up tenderized meat.

And cups need slides
so extract of cow
slips straight down,
not dribbling over,
never in a moo puddle.

Make spoons full and deep
so they hold oceans of raisins
leaping through cheerios.

And please soften forks
for sisters who poke.

worms under white
robins arrive
April's fools

nix on kidses

they go in places
take off socks
never tell
always tell
smile
and mean it
till they learn

just have your leg hugged
it learns your name
down spiral
down spiral
the basement stairs
leaving socks on step 7
bare foot on 100 year cement

gotta pick this critter up,
carry to gramma
yuck, all those kisses
like the saint big dog
in slobber back house chained

Sometimes
It hardly seems
worth the effort

Cut it
and the grass grows
again

Make it
and your bed's a mess
next morning.

Hold me
I'll slip away
before you
know it.

Thoughts too early for changing

Morning
rolls under me

and I tuck the rain back
to sweet denial

cold has no place here

it is too full of

cotton wishes
for red red embraces
and
dreams half cornflower
of whispered ribbons
yearning their way
out of hope

wrap me in this morning

only do it
before awareness

has taken emeralds
out of the silver of my need

Soft caresses sticky messes knock me senseless from my defenses
Into the abyss brought by bliss it constantly persists until I don’t exist

Take that look
I've seen it before.
You're transparent,
holding obvious secrets.

I see through your cover.
No camouflage, no dance,
No irritating two step.
Just truths, please.

Thank you.

no
no dance on my dime
but that kiss was very,
you know'
very that way

know when to say
when to say
what words should go here

slow flow fingers
prevents the rain in my brain
from flooding the page
with absurd fonts

chaos
equally muted
manifests itself in polite
formatted text

inside
never
out

Reality check
Throw away your life
Give in to the sorrows
Take heed of the night

For it comes for all
Eventually...
Looking forward to
Finally be free

Brooding skies spill
frozen rain that tears soft petals.
Disorganized winds
bend trees and folk alike,
Scattering leaves and plans.
Short weather tantrum ~
a rainbow smiles
apologetically.

I felt the need to bump this thread,
To put life back in something dead.

I miss the passion, raw and free,
Allowing us to simply "be".

So blurt away my worthy friends.
And use this as a means to ends.

Tell us how your Summer's been.
Places toured and sights you've seen.

Think of it as postcards for
sticking on the freezer door.

My name has changed but I'm the same
My poetry is still quite lame.

But - through it all - I have to say,
This thread should live another day.

TY

tiny parasol

it’s latex hot
and I could use a drink
swizzled up by
barbie wired in pink

wired to it
lost in time

married to it
not a dime

taken from it
passion fired

loved by it
sour mired

hated by it
godless dribble

beaten by it
why quibble

lost to it
never found

playing with it
round n round

my heart to it
I dare not take

I wanted to write something so fine it that would
break the psychological binds
that hold the mind,
as we dine at the table of deceit
we write our own defeat


the pages of history turn but no one reads

The truth is written on the wall but none take heed

We feed war with hate
rape the minds of our children
filling them with contempt.
while we congratulate our countrymen and brothers
for slaying others

go to a rally for peace
just make sure you take your piece
in case violence erupts
and someone tries to make our beliefs seem corrupt

Shoot them all dead
and ride your moral high horse



I’m worried about you
but I can’t help you out cuz there’s already to much on my plate

I’ll show where to go though
I know I’ve never been down this road
but I must know the way
There’s no peace in my home
but follow me anyway


In god we trust
we must
it say’s so on our money
but it’s funny
that there’s no prayer in schools
an institution of intelligent fools

I say as long as there’s tests there’ll be some prayer in schools.
I pledge allegiance to break the rules

throw my dime
write my rhyme
and when I speak I take my time.

You see I wanted to write something so deep
the world would drown in it.

Except not really

It would be deep as the ocean
then they’d find themselves being birthed
out of the amniotic fluid that flows
from my brain to my womb to my pen

It would be so prolific they’d want to crawl back in just to be born again
so they could go tell it on the mountain
from the Atlantic to the Nile
There could be no denial.


But then I had to realize
that as long as I can visualize I’ll prosper
without vision the people perish.

And so my vision is what I cherish
See I know now that every thing I write
is alright
because my words like I
are only perfect in the sight of the most high
who knew me before I grew into
who I would be


My words are hot
and soon they’ll be all over the streets like
a bootleg remix tape
50 cents is no more than a half dollar when I holler
and Emeniem and them are candy coated chocolate
They melt in my hand as the pen takes the signal from my neurological land

I’m chocked with the truth
Oh you want proof
You think I’m a liar?

when I write it’s hot enough
to spark the mind of just one who hears it
and it’s truth creates a stink
in this perfect rosy world that we have been
taught that in we exist.

Anger Interlopes
Conversations Die
Each Push
Comes To shove
Intentional Lies
Tell Me Is This love

dizzy

escape
from
stuff

escape
with
things

things --
remnants of yesterday's want
seeds for stuff

ambiguous destinations
blur
stuff and such and things

cheese out of can
water on top
to drain

cracker busted
glue together
for afternoon

visiters
with snacks
hardtack staple

wind hair in face
her eyes masked
her treat sardines

[no shrinking violet]

starbuck thread
brings to mind
a dark and bitter cup
of steaming sulawesi
across the table
the whitest ivory
ever conjured from
the dust of africa
smiled at me.

Venting

I don't have kids
but poetry is my baby
So when I lactate
it’s to attack hate
but

All I get is irate
responses

Get this
I'm a lesbian
so all of a sudden

"I hate men"

Come again?

I got a father and a brother
and my past is checkered
with one or two lovers

When my womb is my brain
and my heart is my pen
I'll re write every rhyme
in time
just so it can be reincarnated and
born again

Birthed from my essence
without sin
prolific and magnificent

No offence meant
I'm heaven sent and earthbound
and she's the only one
who don't turn my upside down

No phallic false hood
Love always,

Miss Understood

another senseless rant







I’d rant
an incant
and demand
attention

and I guess I should mention
my penchant for doing things wrong

Tradition seems trite
yet I stand and fight like
the woman before me
Tradition deceives me
loves me then leaves me
with

aborted doctrines

chanted mantras of
rock-a-bye-baby

Where’s my prince charming
who’s gonna save me?

This is alarming

as appalling
as calling religion some show on television

They told me man would save me
They told me a bunch of lies
they told me a man would save me
but he’s only been demise

It’s way to many woman who can say that they’re mothers
but can’t say that they’re wives

A ring on my finger a yoke
on my neck

Submit to your husband and try to forget


Nina Simone will sing you sleep
With The house of the rising Sun
As you pray to god that
it can all be undone
From ashes to ashes and dust to dust
From mother to lover
to daughter to slut

It’s the words from your mouth
that make her worthless
and since she’s worth less
there’s no protest when a man can’t see
who she is
She may be your princess
but she's just his ho

just like you called me however many years ago
when she was conceived
I told you she was yours but you didn’t believe

Lying bitch
Slut
Hoe


That’s what you called me
Maybe she’ll some day a man
just as good as her daddy

I made a mistake in the last post so

here it is again





I’d rant
an incant
and demand
attention

and I guess I should mention
my penchant for doing things wrong

Tradition seems trite
yet I stand and fight like
the woman before me
Tradition deceives me
loves me then leaves me
with

aborted doctrines

chanted mantras of
rock-a-bye-baby

Where’s my prince charming
who’s gonna save me?

This is alarming

as appalling
as calling religion some show on television

They told me man would save me
They told me a bunch of lies
they told me a man would save me
but he’s only been demise

It’s way to many woman who can say that they’re mothers
but can’t say that they’re wives

A ring on my finger a yoke
on my neck

Submit to your husband and try to forget


Nina Simone will sing you sleep
With The house of the rising Sun
As you pray to god that
it can all be undone
From ashes to ashes and dust to dust
From mother to lover
to daughter to slut

It’s the words from your mouth
that make her worthless
and since she’s worth less
there’s no protest when a man can’t see
who she is
She may be your princess
but she just his ho

just like you called me however many years ago
when she was conceived
I told you she was yours but you didn’t believe

Lying bitch
Slut
Hoe


That’s what you called me
Maybe some dayshe'll find a man
just as good as her daddy