Cry's The Limit

Eventually all the calls will cease and desist,
causing you to seize and resist
thoughts that you too have ceased to exist..
You'll feel dismissed.
Left questioning why,
text now go without reply
from people who said they'd be there.
Soon you'll have to teach yourself to breath with no air.
Stare
at a starless sky wondering where's the sun,
no pun,
it wasn't until dawned on me that I saw the light..
2020 sharpened sight
The rain's gone and I can finally see clearer now,
fog's settled I can vitally see clearly how
people will offer to stand with you in your grief,
but only when it's brief.
And over time your belief will trump their relief
cause you'll be left in midair,
with nothing more than a wing and a prayer.
So learn to fly,
get good at goodbye.
Confess
this is your call to quiesce.
Master peace,
openly release.
Cry out torrential rain,
fill buckets up with your hidden pain.
Solange,
the only way to get around this crane--
is through.
It's you vs you.
Because yes
in this test,
eventually all the calls and text will fade,
relationship retrograde.
Just be thankful for the few that stayed
and forgive those who strayed.
Focus your vision on your Father in heaven,
He must love you so very much,
because at the peak of your valley,
He removed physical touch.
Shut down the whole world
to show you it's not about being comforted by any of them,
blessed you with quarantime so you could pull on
your God given strengths from within.

What Are You Willing To Do

You,
using your tongue on me
like you're trying to create the earth's 8th wonder.
I'll be the Red Sea and with your lips to my lips,
asunder.
Lightning,
lightning usually follows the thunder.
So Marvel me Thor,
put your face in it
like you're carving yourself into Mount Rushmore.
Use that pretty mouth of yours
for what it was meant,
on bended knee
repent.
This body is a temple
so praise the god in me.
No blasphemy,
just bask in me--
these are healing waters.
Call me John cause I baptize,
tip the ship until we capsize
but baby
don't be afraid to drown.
Just slowly inhale and exhale in it like you need to woosah stress,
then bless your meal and eat like you've been malnourished.
I do wonders for health,
I'm the taste of good fortune and wealth.
That's right
I am the cure,
organic and pure.
nature's protection.
I have nothing to mask
but if you ask,
yes,
yes you can wrap my legs around your face
to prevent the Corona.
But eventually
you will need to build that boat, Jonah--
there's a flood up ahead.
and like I said,
don't dread,
just
sink deep
til you sip zinc
from my pink meat.
Yeah baby you like it raw.
You're a carnivore,
and this is what you go carnal for,
this is what you beg karma for,
do onto others as you want done unto you,
right?


So come with it Ike,
you and I
we don't gotta fight
I want the whole cake and the batter.
love's got nothing to do with this--
it's a fucking matter.
You got me hammered to nail
but I like to screw mine,
I want you supine
so I can spit shine
anointing oils all over the head.
Slide you to the edge of the bed
and bless you.
Be the new pope you confess to,
look me in the eyes
and watch as I restore hope.
Or we can play Muppets
and you be the Kermit in the back of Ms. Piggy's throat.
Slow wind til I choke,
deep stroke til I croak,
if I die, I die.
I've already signed over my DNR-- do not resist.
There will be no throwing of any towels,
I want to be on top of your moans
and under your growls.
Penetrate
until you perforate
my inner cheek.
Do it just right
work up my appetite,
you got me craving a nutty snack.
Slow kisses to the sack
as I grip them from the back.
You taste like,
like the kind of revolution they don't want to televise.
Like the antidote,
the antidote they try hard to neutralize.
You savor the flavor of social change.
Nigga,
this must be that,
that Dick Gregory
or abolished slavery.
Baby,
I'll suck the activist out of you,
leave lasting marks
be your Rosa Parks
I want at the front of your bust.
Plus,
I didn't hear a bell.
Ring tonsils
til we quell.
It's time to make freedom come.
So soldier
on your feet at full attention,
blast off that built up tension
right here
about
face.
Violate all 6 ft of this space
to kiss it,
kiss it better.
I'm tired of this
quarantine dreamin'
I'm ready to feed you cream pies,
while taking shots of your semen.

Text Support

Scene: Seen.

Somewhere in between

Sent and received

They believed

The convo should be short stopped,

Hopped out the inbox

With the volume of silence left on max.

Macs closed on laps

Apps shut on lapse.

Specs full of double checks

I see blue.

ICU

Do not resuscitate

Cause of death:

Their inability to properly communicate.

Hope Deferred

Standing at the crossroads of hope FULL and hope LESS.

Fighting against an invisible opponent that came to destroy the past, present and future.

With its white hand of chaos it grips every loved one tighter.  

Optimistically trying to inhale and exhale.

Giving everything to hold on. 

Quietly screaming! 

Blind sided with open eyes.

Naive to believe everything seen.

Foolish not to.

Exhausted by love.

Drained by fear.

Traumatized by the torment. 

God are you listening?

Can you hear me now?

They want the pain.

They yearn for the missing tears. 

Blood soaked.

Gut wrenched.

Laboring for days only to deliver a stillborn of lies.

Secrets choking, squeezing, suffocating each promise.

Heart sickened by deferment.

Passively waiting.

Wading through unknown familiar territory..

At the crossroads of hope FULL and hope LESS.

Next to You

Next to you.
Crown to sternum.
Tickled by tiny tresses.
Safely assuring safety.
Soft kisses between the brows.
Intention at the tips of fingers.
Gentleness behind every stroke.
Heart beating the sounds of raindrops.
Inhaling and exhaling in sync.
Warm breaths smelling of agape.
Nestling further into every crevice.
Awareness wavering.
Drifting deeper into your gaze.
Lips meeting where unsaid words come to die.
Defying distance.
Kindred souls reconciled.
Past transgressions cast away.
Next to you.

Choice is Yours

Y'all gon get enough of
choosing trophies like they don't rust.
Like they don't collect dust.
Like beauty doesn't flee
and in charm you can trust.
Y'all gon get enough of
choosing widely
when you need to be choosing wisely.
Planting your seeds in dirt.
Creating more hurt people to hurt.
I said
y'all gon get enough of
running from your own reflection,
too afraid to look in the mirror
frightened of drawing nearer
to the ones that help you to see you
a little more clearer.

#keepgoing

In lieu of World Suicide Prevention Day, I dedicate this piece to those that struggle with this battle. You are NOT alone. National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 800.273.8255

#keepgoing

Never thought I'd pen realer rhymes
of iller times.
But now we're all sick.
At some point
we all wear it,
we all bear it,
a diagnosis
and more than half of us
share it.
Feelings of being defeated,
you wanna beat it
but what's there to do,
when you look in the mirror
and your enemy is staring
back at you?
Frustrated in your own being,
agitated without meaning,
all the while seeming
like everything is okay.
Day after day..
Sad cause you're angry,
angry cause you're mad.
I mean
they say we're all a little crazy.
Mentally a little hazy,
unable to see through the fog.
Bogged down by life,
trying to appear right,
like all of our shit is tight
and together.
Slowly unraveling,
traveling to those dark recesses
we try not discuss.
Plus,
if you're being honest
you wanna blow the match between
the #1 heavyweight contender
and the opposing thespian pretender.
Each in their own corner
Up against the ropes,
with hopes
that they both lose.
Refusing that anyone dare throw in towel,
but it's dripping red.
Besides
no one's there,
these are just thoughts
playing out in your head.
No one can see that you're
internally black and blue,
attacked and through.

How many,
how many times
have you fantasized
about sliding a sharp razor
down your pulsing vein?
To watch it drain
into a bloodbath--
no period.
This is not your end,
it's an and
and I'm talking punctuation.
Leave your mark--
Semicolon;
it starts
when you keep going.
When you realize you're the seed
so you keep growing.
Them voices lose volume
when you choose not to hear it,
when you choose not to fear it.
Life ain't all that bad.
We all weather gloomy days,
and search for new ways to be happy..
You know that's an inside job.
So put in the work and watch it work.
You're never alone,
and if you don't believe me,
just pick up the phone.
I promise
someone is always near,
to lend you and even me
a listening ear. -Infinity