ART AND SHIT

Woman

2008-09-22T08:21:00.001-07:00

bodies composed
with precision
organically symmetrical
give birth to nomadic thought
wandering aimlessly
into patterns of design
completion upon comprehension
of divine aesthetic
woman

Renaissance

2008-09-15T16:39:00.000-07:00

Theoretically
the moon has come
forever
to impregnate
the dead roots
of winter
and give birth
to spring

Truth

2008-09-15T16:33:00.000-07:00

It often comes as surprise
a rubbing of the shoulders
the caress of winter wind
along the spine
slipping of time through sand
which only hardens when water
is applied
don't be surprised
it is a gift
I could never imagine going
to sleep
with yesterday in my pores

Fouth of July

2008-09-15T16:30:00.000-07:00

A fire was lit to the clouds
and each one burned in its own
colour
the people sat and stared
not understanding
the interpretation of emotion before
their eyes
it was a lonely evening
in July
that day
I began to burn
and have yet since then
been extinguished

Thinking

2008-06-10T15:52:00.004-07:00

the grass never grows here
only cement
in these gardens
c'est la vie

Absolute

2008-06-10T15:52:00.003-07:00

she threw a brick at me
and I have been recovering
ever since

Truth

2008-06-10T15:52:00.001-07:00

I would move
but my bones have become stilts
allowing me to rise above
only to let me fall
the wind blows like an old cliche
allowing the sky to lose
its blues
I've walked a long way
to get here
though i've settled
my feet steadily move
avoiding the complacencies of the heart
nothing ever changes
its only the movement of the clouds
that make us feel whole

Always

2008-06-10T15:51:00.002-07:00

waiting on the train
blowing the wind with
her Nina Simone complex
all her troubles
evaporating in the atmosphere
all my heroes blew to the wind
and returned as ashes
she is a cheating wife

Mi Amor

2008-06-10T15:51:00.001-07:00

The wind sings to a starless sky
cradling a thousand moons
in its right arm
in the left are my dreams
sent to illuminate the night
my dreams of you
they shine through your window
on top of your blanket
and you feel the warmth
of my body
beside yours
forever holding your dreams upon
my chest
I have surrendered to your touch
heart to heart
this relationship has become my art
in the galleries of our pupils
a fragile aesthetic

I forgot about this!

2008-06-10T15:43:00.001-07:00

I forgot I even had this blog. Well I'm back on here. This is mostly poetry but some other shit will be on here too. Enjoy!

Open admiration

2007-10-26T18:46:00.000-07:00

beauty comes in all shapes and sizes
but for me,beauty plays the child
and wears disguises;pacing from one corner
to another and imitations only
induce limitations on my mind as to wether
beauty really exists
some say "its deep down inside"
well i'm no surgeon and I have no
idea as to why you have to hide
and in my eyes i'll carry a mirror
of reflection when it is that you're tired
of rejection

truth

2007-10-26T18:45:00.002-07:00

To be black as i've been told
is to be lacking everything
everyone else has
to be honest maybe everyone
else lacks what it is I have

Revival

2007-10-26T18:45:00.001-07:00

If you were a color
i'd paint the deepest oceans to
mirror your beauty
swiftly guided motions paint a picture
of a love supreme
a place where I had always dreamed of being
every moment the sun sets pulse
its your pulse that I desire
to produce my beat on old wooden
floors that embodie this house of insecurity
I reside in
leading the earth in chorus as melodies
are shaped in the wind in the pattern
of your scent because my oxygen is filled with
middle class perfume and asphyxiating beauty
i've breathed you in more than once
hoping that it would keep you around a little longer; internal revival that would make the mute shout

ahh..

consistency

2007-10-26T18:44:00.000-07:00

dreams dance on the tops of clouds
painted against blue autumn skies
trees face the second death awaiting
ressurection;erected from years of production
my stagnant condition seeks inspiration
from all that is around me
Love is the mystery that I have yet
to solve but it engulfs my entire being
like waves on the ocean
I lift my hands to the sky
waiting for my chance; for my leaves
to fall
we all await autumn's kiss
to fall and never be moved;consistency
shoes hang from power lines
avatars for the freedom that awaits
us on the other side;
the other side of the road?
can this be so?
i'll await the coltrane while
miles smiles
I am left dizzy under a birds nest
where I rest my head because my dreams
have taught me to fly;to rise above
but my feet will forever touch the ground
because it's you whose side
that I never want to leave
I am your mona
you are my lisa

Daydreamin

2007-10-26T18:43:00.001-07:00

On a lazy afternoon I
daydreamed lady day singing me
a tune about life and how I did her
wrong but all the rights
I left her with
I envisioned girls with closed minds
and open legs
a foward process in the search for self
my daydream is interrupted by the
gossip the birds sing(I think they're talking
about me)
as drama falls from the trees
I dodge in order to not catch the leaves
I have lost my cool under all this
heat;southern love songs
played through black ghetto streets
sampled,chopped and screwed
it is here the song of life is produced

The beginning

2007-10-26T18:40:00.000-07:00

inebriated melodies creep into
the night streets while black mothers
dance their gifts to sleep;wrapped close
to their hearts for a chance
to hear the reverberating beat
over and over and it is I, who
is inebriated by these thoughts
penned to pad, a fire rekindled
put out by sleep

these dreams come once a year