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How twisted it is when the stage is lit
And the singer
Bellows
Or more apt – when the dancer dances
That we spectate
With such pomposity
As if the bellows-
As if the dance
Is danced for
Us

The spotlight does not
Request the dance
But bestows it

The dancer knows it
To be simple
Silly
Why perform
For an unadorned face
In a dark seat
When it’s the spotlight that is watching

Atack of Tears

Copy and paste
The pain to your face
Arrange your frame
Display your distaste

Your eyes formulate
The tear paths I map
The rain trails I trace
I can’t

Combat your attacks
I shake, topple, break
Shatter like a vase

Hear the cackle of emotion
As it laughs in my face

Gettin Rained On

Yuh hear them raindrops?
Poppin static
Puts us lowly, exposed ones in a wild bustle
See them yuppies?
Unfolded ‘brellas like shields
Heads held high
N dry
While we attempt a futile dance
Out maneuverin the sky’s darts
And it aint flat-footin’
Call it the jitter walk
Ever tried? Course.
Yuh just jitter walk and gawk
At them idyllic, skippy-smilin’ yuppies
Heedless to our foolish performances
Got no peril beneath them ‘brellas
Got no heart
For us soaked, poor folk in bedlam
The inauspicious bunch

Poems from the Past #4 --- Could Have Helped Her from April 2004

She insists they're tears of joy
But is her happiness so far away?
As she walks on through her thoughts
They all seem to meditate
On this
All that was real is fake
She missed
All that was there to take
But she insists

With all our sins and lies and faults
Once again we rise
And fall

Now as she hides her dying patterns
But still tries to show us
With her mind so distant
But close to everything that matters
Will she find what's missing?
Is the timing always right?

And she says,
I can feel the worlds collide
If the world is unreal, then so am I
If the world is unreal...
And I'm unreal...
And everything I know is changing...
How can i know what I feel?

With all our sins and lies and faults
Once again we rise
And fall

Poems from the Past #3 --- Psalm 91 from 7/10/03

Can I know
By just seeing
If I sleep
In your shadow
While thousands
Keep falling
At my right hand
Will i know

Pestilence
Still growing
While arrows
Are flying
The darkness
That stalks me
The serpent
Cannot see

I have been
Covered by feathers
Guarded by
The angels
Delivered
And honored
And lifted
From the stones

Oh how great
Is the One
Who will fight
To protect me
And remains
My fortress
And holds me
In His wing

It is this love
That will bind us
And drive us
To fight for
As many
That may dwell
In His shelter
Of most high

Poems from the Past #2 --- Father's Call

From what I was told
This is what Your wrote
In the letter to my soul
Of how You'll never let me go

I know what it says
It never left my head
It was here from the start

You signed it, "I will be back"
Wrapped it in the past
Mailed it to my heart

My son,
Leave whenever you wish
It is always your choice
Whatever you choose
And when you look back
to see what you've missed
You'll hear my voice
Calling for you

- I will be back

P.S.
You will try all else, you will love all else, and still not find the adventure you're seeking. Run to me.

I have made you
I designed you
I placed My desire inside you
Run to me

Poems From the Past #1---The Same Changing Name

As time travels on
Do stories remain,
Or grow with each second
Redefining their names?

You might have been right
Over ten thousand times,
But do questions and answers
Eternally bind?

Answer me now
And tomorow the same,
Your reply will rely
On the upcoming day.

God told me a story
When I asked Him His name,
And that's why you've read
What I wrote you today.

All The Time

Half the time
I don't see what you're seeing.
I sit here and dream.
I dream about dreaming.
I once had red eyes,
Strained from my seeking.
But now they're egg white,
While my pupils are hiding.

Half the time
You don't know what I'm thinking.
I say pages of words
To myself without speaking.
I would let them free,
But they'd drown in my breathing.
Who will be there
When my thoughts start leaking?

He Almost Got Donked Out

Drinkin' milk n driving
Thinkin' bout i donno
Molecular cohesion
No
Adhesion
Or
....
Some kind of hesion

I saw this dude on the crosswalk
Just donkin along
I didn't hit him
But it was close

And the first thought in my head was
Hmmm....that wouldn't have been good for the economy

Old To Me

Old to me
Means old

But old,
to me,

Can mean ancient:
Kings of war
Crowns and stone castles

Rugged:
A tree withstanding an axe

Raw:
Cracked winter skin

No.
Old to me
Means old.
Old like that man over there on that bench
Staring at
Nothing. With his belt buckle at his belly button.
Man! old people are so old.

How It Will Happen

Before I saw it
I stood
In the street
Waiting to leave

The road’s black hole
Held me
Stopping me still enough
To escape the street’s sound

It showed its world to me
Like a movie:

How the sidewalks moved
People like a conveyer belt
And the buildings grew like ghosts
Flaunting their power
And how the chewing gum
Lived life like a parasite
On souls
Of people's shoes

Until the cold woke me
It stole me
Pressed the stop button on the movie
Numbing my poor skin

Then I saw it
Kneeling at my feet
I grabbed the penny

I looked my new friend in the face
And told the honest man
What he thought was a lie

"Lets go Abraham
To the woods
Were gonna build a log cabin
And drink some tea."

I stole the penny from that city
And left that place on top