cigarettes replace a meal.

and it's all summed up with a ki$$.
one last moment of bliss, but the silence is
deafening my ears mistook them for drums.
i'll keep it at a distance here it comes.


or maybe as you look the other way i'll devise
a plan that makes you stay. i know places we can go--
we'll have the most fun and everyone will know. come
 unfold as i assist with your soul... tell you if
you're living or just holding on so no need for
alarm. this is my lonely lovers charm.

bass drum

giving up, and letting the time go. i love her, however he said it so please surrender your lovely words. speech trapped in your mind and acting out the verbs. they told me love has potential to be a noun and a verb... granted, they did eat a lb. of shrooms, and wasn't sure if anyone heard.


words. 


words have been easily twisted, i love her again wishing telepathy still existed. giving you pieces of me through ink and technology have me going ballistic. i hope you find that letter i left in your old house. sitting here without a spouse, living in doubt with secrets about broken hearts and poisoned darts i used from a distance on my fellah. and i couldn't help acting as your rain and umbrella. beating hearts bright as candela, it feels so good next to silent cries. i dream of times when you were mine...tonight.

hair so defiant

she's got bigger tofu to fry, with no one but herself in mind. selfless? no, she is a different kind. in due time her phone stops ringing, so while alone it's okay to start singing. a voice so sublime. gravity is love, while mediocrity sits above and bubbles in her bowels then she is devoid of ...time. you've got a minute to climb. but stop pulling down on her! she's shuffling, and eye'm honestly trying to concur. my back aches GET THE FUCK OFF. eye know you're soft, and *cough*cough* BITCH YOU LOST. we've been at this point far too long. just let out the exhaust, and change the fucking song. you don't belong; this occurred to you first then me. nubians hair defies gravity.

esolc os

YLLUFEPOH, YOU'VE CHANGED YOUR DIET AND EMBRACED YOUR ...YOU. PLEASE SUSTAIN YOUR FLESHY SUIT, AND LEAVE IT ON QUEUE. TRUST ME... OR NOT BUT I UNDERSTAND YOU'RE THROUGH. I WILL ACCEPT YOUR PATH AND WHATEVER YOU CHOOSE.

This is not for the weak heart. Shits happening because we have been apart. It is about time we grow and let our minds reap what we've known but misplaced. We're such a disgrace, the way we fell from grace, and back again. I commend you, we are lovers then friends. Crystal gems, eye still love you, since it all depends. Indeed, we had a rocky climax but that all ends.

you thought it was retreat

:P

it's not important two turtle doves... your memory was so potent, you forgot what it was. your psyche tells you, this is war. shit, i'm glad we hardly talk anymore. running around in circles trying to explore, but there's trash everywhere and i'm growing bored slightly tired. would these lines of coke help? now i'm wired. please take a seat. long overdue to compete, baby i understand you need to release just take a seat.

do you mean it? are my thoughts really incomplete like someone deleted. speaking is such a chore. no need to be vain, but am i still someone you adore? it's never the same. you'll never find me. though, some of me remain.

makes me sing

be young and stand out, she's usually last with her ass out. are you ready to blast? just caste me out. too happy, and waaaayyyy to healthy to be anywhere around here. especially around here. i'm leaving soon, bet that makes you scared. constantly reminded of fear, she pulls out a suit case then doesn't put any gear won't need it where i'm going, she's confident...she's dumb, damn i wish i can come. short, dumb, kinda sweet kinda bitter zero temper. but don't tempt her! Go with him if that's what you want. But remember he will flaunt...the assets you access only because it's nature.

i'm his favorite colour. sometimes i bruise easily, with a hit of basil i become his lover. in disguise i meet him, then take off the covers. otherwise it hurts. you know... the usual dinners and bottles of wine and then we head to bars while he opens tabs he can barely find... or afford. buys out the bar then says he's bored. these drinks weren't only for me you know.... I don't. still searching for some where to cope. no more bars, sit and let your memories soak. our brains emulate sponges, without the soap. we yearn to escape, as i sip my peppermint tea. yearning to reach the absolutely... but remember there is only one you and one me. it's not as hard as you thought, to reach the beauty but as i read and read i begin to see..

your world

stop with the herbal overdose. eye swear my verbal's swam the coast, its so extensive. . . does the most. eye could've made it, was so close to this light being eye created but NOT TO BOAST the safety of the planets' got you in a comatose. it's so... sweet to me. it's whatever you want it to be. since, it's up to me eye guess we'll see. just like a snow storm in the warmest season of the earth.

this blanket of snow is on me.

meditate

no need to feel caged anymore. i refuse to be trapped and i am fascinated by my core bit but i'm ready to explore, and of course, you still haven't got it. this me you have in that museum of other me's makes me wonder why is he constantly trying to stunt my growth so he's dead now i buried him two hundred feet under. tiny heart beats tell me he still breathes. heh, and at this point i'm rolling up my sleeves giving out change to spare the world to see. you knew it all girl, go here and then there, give them a little you know? just enough to go... dismiss their thoughts of that rough fight they had with their parents earlier. i'll forever be that bitch putting up every barrier bringing you one hit away from, anyway. i smiled all day today and had nothing but a cup of tea and some James. class was boring, so i left early and came except you learn from me fuck face, so i plugged up some EOTO and drowned in that pussies baCe. that minor obsession stays wet for you, it's in search of that slight brush of oral-muscular affection. these petty bull sessions we have make me strongest, i'll call you later and honestly i stopped being honest then you refused my call... try again you're high as hell saying i want it all. STOP WITH THE FUCKING SEMANTICS, I WILL END YOUR NIGHT WITH SILENT SCREAMS AND FOREVER STALK YOUR DREAMS, DESTROYING YOUR TYMPANIC. you didn't even hear me coming constantly checking your phone seeing 20 missed calls from IGNORE stops you from blushing. i try you again but i saw your friend who told me no pressure, he's gone. she sent him on all along it's me i'll forever be the silence putting up every barrier bringing you one hit away from, anyway. i smiled all day today and had nothing but a cup of tea and some James. class was boring, so i left early and came.

NEVER FORGET

by: her

There has never been another large historical event that has it’s decedents be told to ‘get over’ than the ancestors’ of the enslavement of millions of Africans transported across the Atlantic.

There has never been such any formal set of reparations for the 300+ centuries of enslavement of Africans, and needless to say, there obviously never will be one. (As more time passes, its getting easier to ‘explain’ why reparations simply ‘cannot be made’).

I ponder this question often. How exactly can that be done? How can you get over what is your identity in the US? Your heritage? Get over your lineage? Get over your ancestry? Get over your great grandparents legacy? Get over the fact that you cannot trace your family tree than a few generations?

Hey, any tips guys? You have yet to give out any.

I know many of you like to imagine that the transatlantic slave trade took place thousands of years ago. On some B.C. or some shit. I know its comforting if you compare it to the slaves of the Romans, Greeks or the Hebrews in Egypt [okay, I’m just entertaining the idea that the Biblical story of Exodus is real for a moment] because its ancient history. Too bad it isn’t. There were still former slaves around in the 1940s. (That’s during the time of World War II, by the way. I’m certain no one forgets that).

It seems as though anything that involves Black suffering should either be swept under the rug, or that we must ‘move on’ from it. We should never acknowledge it. Anniversaries should never be mentioned. Just move on and pretend it never happened.

Any time one attempts to bring up slavery in any kind of discussion we are immediately silenced or disregarded; our tragedies don’t matter, they are dismissed whether it be because it was too long ago [slavery was abolished 150 years ago, but the violence and discrimination along with Jim Crow did not end until the 1970s] or trivialized (deflecting direct responsibility by pointing out that the Africans were selling the slaves to the Europeans, as if that holds any relevance. If not that, but ‘Arabs had African slaves too!’ or ‘Blacks were not the only slaves. White people were slaves too!’ And if not, then of course than ‘well none of you guys are slaves!’)

There is no end to the excuses made. Every time I feel like I’ve heard it all, I learn a new one. There is absolutely no acceptance of wrongdoings. Its not my fault, leave me alone. Stop trying to make me feel “guilty”.

I’ve even read about some disapproving openings of slave museum because it might spark ‘anger’. Why is the history of African enslavement the only event that has ever been censored? I mean its not like this country wasn’t built upon slavery, the free labor of African Americans or anything. But the abundance of Holocaust (an event that did not even occur in the states) museums are okay.

America is such an immature young country. Nobody whines as much as the United States when it comes to facing their own past crimes. In Germany the Nazi flag and salute are banned. You will get arrested. The Confederate flag? Still flying in some places (by the way guys, in case you forgot, you lost).

The fact that the first public apology for slavery did not occur until the late 1990s says it all. This alone makes statements like ‘I’m tired of apologizing for slavery!’ and ‘I’m tired of being punished!’ from White Americans laughable bullshit. You’ve never had to apologize for anything. Not slavery, not Jim Crow, not Tulsa, not Rosewood (an event that was kept secret and not revealed to the public until the 1980s) ABSOLUTELY NOTHING.

For all the centuries worth of colonizing, raping, murdering, genocide, self hatred and torture they have done/brought upon other people of the earth, what is this constant ‘punishment’ you keep bringing up? Being made fun of as being bland in comedy stand ups?

What were the repercussions…not being able to freely do those racist things anymore? Not being able to ridicule, harass and/or humiliate black people as openly anymore?

I’d say you guys got off pretty fucking easy.

b r o o k l y n y c

tiny frame, big name.

we are light beings, roaming this county of kings. things have become extremely chaotic. can't you tell by the screams? no one smiles, no more looking to the skies. hell exists on earth and you can see it in my eyes. i guess you can say i'm the prototype, of some gargantuan disaster from your mind......

but, i want to smile again. and have the rain touch the base of my crown and then...forgive me.

home is where the love is, is where the love is, is the love is.... and eye feel so empty.

i have shit to do man. so many to screw; then nail and erase all the lies you drew. i can make you sweet, destroy the sour reconstruct and not give any fucks because i gave you power.

I MADE YOU BUCK WILD!!