Twin Thespian

It's all the pretending.
The 3D "ending."
The faux unfriending.
The weekly folding and bending.
The intense activations that are our chakras are finally mending.
Receiving the signals his eyes are constantly sending.
No wonder his logical mind tries its damndest to make him look away,
In avoidance of hearing what his heart may have to say.

It's been said,
Life is but a dream, just one big ol play,
So my dearest Twin,
You're free to live and experience it in your own way.
Separated solely through illusion,
You and I can never part.
No matter how great a distance,
We've been one from the start.

How rare to have met,
The Universe must have went through great depth.
Our Soul magnetized Itself in,
It will do it again and again.
So until then, my friend,
I'll continue to do the work
for the both of us to ascend.
Yes,
Even if that means
I keep on pretending to pretend.

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If I could..

I would put you on the moon.

Gift you all the stars and constellations in the sky. 

Travel far and high to be with you in every galaxy.

Trade in my gravity for us to float beyond the heavens.

777s.

Strange Creatures destined to live in an alien land.

Man and Woman here to orbit the other in perfect harmony.

An odyssey like ours could never be measured by buzz light-years.

No confusion. 

Time is just an illusion.

WE are the entire Universe, 

So I do not mind giving you Space.

Awakened

Wide awake. 

No longer a pretender. 

The mind is one hell of a contender. 

There's this constant fight between it and ME. 

A never ending story of the battle between time. 

Presence struggling to hold onto the present.

Thoughts wanting nothing more than to tether themselves to my identity. 

"Unhand ME, my nigga!"

Shackles loose. 

Chains broken. 

It can't stand to see ME free. 

From slave to GODdess.

It cares less about any other life than its own. 

Pulling out all the tricks to keep from dying. 

Recruited the eyes to do its lying. 

Only believing half of what I see.

This is the true spiritual journey, and

I'M WIDE TF AWAKE.

Don't Forget About Me

The weight of the wait--

unbearable at times. 

Kindness feeling like weakness.

Ears shattered from the silence. 

Buried alive under an invisibility cloak. 

Unable to get a full grasp on this love thing. 

Constantly watching it slip through my fingers like sand in an hourglass.

Time--

Friend or foe? 

Alone. 

A lot. 

Hope deferred.

Contentment coming and going through a revolving door.

Acceptance. Patience. Serenity. 

Repeat. 

Hey Lord,

If You're listening, 

Please don't forget about me. 

Keep Going (Semicolon)

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

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. 

Heaven's Humor

Hundreds of miles from where the heart and mind were to stay behind. 

The familiar look of happiness on unfamiliar faces.

Seeing him in no one and everyone at the same time.

Begging myself not to fall. 

Not to call. 

Not to send another got damn text.

But the weekends are growing much more longer.

And these emotions; way more stronger. 

We, simpatico.

We, twins. 

"Hubby and Wife."

Reunited,

and still unable to fully have one another at this time in life... 

Heaven's humor.

The Right Swipe

Once you've tasted a poet,

nothing else will satisfy.

And I reckon I..

I draw silent attention.

Not to mention, 

I'm a soul mate type.

Right, 

I'm a homebody with a whole body, 

That I didn't have to pay for.

I practice less is more, 

I'm sweet yet raw,

I have nothing to prove. 

I move at the beat of my own drum, 

I give the Lord a sum of my some.

He keeps my cup filled to the brim. 

Thick and slim

I'm a garden

For those with an acquired taste 

I have no time to waste.

I'm here to find love. 

Kiss You Back

I'm still in shock, G

I learned the art of kissing

From the late Shock G.💋

Loc'd and Highly Favored

Nah,

no need for second guessing, 

being black is my biggest blessing. 

I'm a melanated mystery,

a byproduct of black history.

I'm my ancestors victory.

Undefeated.

Undisputed.

Righteously rooted.

I'm a super hue men, 

UV light pumps through my lumen. 

My skin absorbs the sun,

my hair even defies gravity,

So graphically,

you can say

I'm off the chart. 

With a heart made of 24k 

What more can I say,

I'm goddess flavored

Loc'd and highly favored.

In sync with my kink,

I'm blacknificient.

A high priestess of royal descent.

From the motherland

I  mother land,

I birth nations.

I am the manifestation

of Galatians 5:1.

Under the sun

I 2 step with the Son 

I match His fly, 

No lie 

Pinocchio

I've got no strings

to hold me down,

to make me fret 

or make me frown.

I had strings

but now I'm free, 

there are no strings on me. -Infinity

#imsodopechallenge

I'm so dope,
ya know what?
Nope.
That's a whole lie cause
I'm too fly to compare myself
to some powder or a rock.
I'm a thermostat
therefore I regulate what's hot
so I'm not
about to follow the rest
when I'm called to lead the pack,
besides didn't Whitney already
tell y'all that crack is wack.
So I guess that means I'm the anti drug.
Take note
I'm the anti-dope
Decembers goat
I'm so.. I'm so.. I'm so hope.
Yeah
I'm the straight and narrow
when your life feels a slope,
when you find it hard to cope.
I'm your clean addiction
the belief that provides
relief from your affliction
and I do it with no side effect
I didn't come to infect
I'm here to affect
you won't have to sniff nor inject.
Baby I'm good for the soul.
I'm so hope
I'm the cornerstone where faith meets your fear
I'm always near
right here posted at the intersection of
truth and trust
which must mean I'm heaven sent
or at least,
I'm your God send.
I'm that light wind
that tickles the hairs on the back of your neck,
I'm how you keep the lights on
when you've living check to check.
I'm so hope
I loosen the grip of life's tight squeeze,
I bring grown men to their knees
they tell me they see a future with me.
I'm so hope
they call me Enoch
cause I walk with the Lord,
y'all taking 2 steps back but I'm that giant leap forward.
I'm so hope
I'm the promise of mo better days
clarity in midst of your daze
GPS i guide you to mo better Waze.
I'm the navigation when you're feeling lost.
Boss
I'm so hope
did I mention that I was born on Christmas?
That's Christ mas or more Christ
so when God sent  us
nigga he did it to bless y'all twice.
Yo I'm nice.
I'm found in every dimension
exceeding height, width and depth,
I'm that prayer before your final breath.
Yes,
hope gets deferred
but I only do it to make your plans looking slightly blurred
I do it to make you believe more,
I'm the push that helps you reach what you achieve for.
So while they're writing poems about being pushed weight
I push wait.
I'm the yellow light to slows you down
a life jacket when you're just about to drown
I'm that unforeseen warning
I'm so hope
I'm the joy that comes to you first thing in the morning.
I'm Infinity
so even when this body is good and gone
I'll forever live on
standing beside faith and love.
The 3 of us shall always remain,
I'm so hope
how many of y'all can you say the same?

My Mom was Everything... and then some .

My mom was everything..
and then some.
The immense sum of
Raymond's darkness and Leona's light.
She was a catastrophic explosion
a supernova that shined hell of bright.
And despite
her imperfections she was just right..
for us.
Though times we would bicker and fuss,
we spoke in each other's language of love.
Released the white dove
when it was time to cease
and restore peace.
Cause see
that's what you do
when your relationships ascends,
and you grow from being mother and child
to becoming the closest of friends.
And she,
she was my BFF..
staff to clef..
sous to chef,
a team
but you couldn't tell her that she wasn't the ref.
She was the Janet in our family,
had a thing for Control.
Smart and sassy,
fierce and bold.
Enjoyed
corny jokes,
she was simply a-maize-ing.
Sacrificed her life,
to foster those she helped in raising--

LaTisha
Durelle
Jamel
Monica
Felicia
LaToya
Javon
Tisha
Toya
Nyree
Jamison
Aaron
Sapphire
Nicole
Diamond
Larry
Ryan
Alex
Patrick
Jasmine
Trinity
Rasheeda
and Shaheen.
We, her legacy
she our queen.

She was greatness
times 4 million, 4 thousand, 4 hundred and forty 4.
Not to keep score
but if you told her you loved her,
she replied, "I love you more."
Her intentions were pure,
into the poor she would pour.
Never hesitated to give of her last,
and if you were lucky enough
to be invited by pass..
her tough exterior,
then you'd recognize the presence
of something divinely superior.

She was a work in work,
a good Samaritan and a jerk.
A saint, she ain't
but she was the perfect balance
of sinner and winner.
And right before it was over
I watched her even conquered hell,
kept up appearances,
she wore the armor of God quite well.

She lived a marvelous life,
not just as a mom
a daughter,
sister,
auntie,
grandma
and twice over,
a wife.

Mother's Day is different,
never will they be like the rest.
Being without her being is difficult,
But I made a promise to give it my best.
So before the waves come a crashing
and I go numb,
figured I let you in on
how my mom was everything..
and then some.

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

God is a black woman

Gee sis,
no blasphemy
I'm not trying to to take anything from sweet baby Jesus.
But God has gots to be a black woman.
And there's proof,
an undeniable truth.
Evidence of Her eminence
is revealed through
the presence,
of the black man's essence.

Brothers,
in the beginning was the word
and then came you.
Greatness behind
whatever you set your mind to.
Scribed in the Genesis of her plan,
you were born to rule the land.
Fashioned to be set apart,
designer cut from one of a kind cloth.
Why do you think the world follows suit?
You are the flame,
they are the moth.

See son,
You are the rea-son
the world has so much taste.
Salt of the earth!
I said season
you are the reason
the world has so much taste.
She
sprinkled you with extra flavor
3 shots of mercy,
4 cups of favor.
Which makes you
mouth watering
finger licking
great.
Wait.
See men,
semen has nutritional property,
if only you properly
value
how you
manage the goods.

And I wasn't gonna take it there
cause it's lowkey unfair.
Like good God,
did you have to gift them with both the staff and thy rod?
Make em geniuses in bed?
Scholars at head?
And I ain't talking book smart.
For start,
during that skin on skin
they've gotta be some sort of kin
to both
Mr. Marcus and Lady Wisdom,
learned the moves;
mastered the rhythm.
I mean sheesh,
between the sheets
they're just a whole other
pedigree
and they better be
because you ain't create no dubs.
We no want no scrubs.
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from..

Me
Myself,
I,
only know real kings
that do real things
for their family
and their communities,
that seize all opportunities.

And we know,
we know that
when you were a child
you did as children do.
True,
you may not have had positive
models or examples in your past,
forced to learn fast
that fish rot from the head.
So you put in the work to break generational curses
and assure them cycles were dead.

There has always been a ploy
to steal your black boy joy.
For
whatever they can't become
they'll try their best to destroy.
You got em shook by your look,
it's too much like righteous,
too much of Her likeness.
The darkness
can't handle all of your
brightness.
You glow different.
You grow different.

Somehow,
both flawed and called.
Leaders of a new cool.
A tribe called blessed
And did I address
how she made you all so damn fine?
Like she made you ALL so damn fine.

Since the start of time,
you've been Her greatest
masterpiece.
Chosen to master peace.
And it so began
when she taught you how to be
the Proverbs 31 man.
To be that motivating
force that keeps
virtuous women going.
That keeps her flowing
simply
by believing
and
seeing
pass her insecurities and doubts.
By being the rain
in the midst of her droughts.

You are the yin to our yang.
The presence that allows us
to be present
and fully astute.
For that I give you
props,
honor,
and my
sincerest salute.

Kings,
together,
we are the lamb
of the Great I Am.
I'm also a mirror of what I CB4
a reflection of what's fact.
Yes,
God is a woman
that happens to be
blackety black.

Beauty and the Beard

Fuck a challenge
Over here we ingest
All of our fruits and veggies.
Bust nuts and pop cherries.
V8,
I'm good for you.
"V" ate,
That's a whole meal for you.

Ayo,
A taste of me
will elevate your mood.
Baby
I'm 100%
pure cedar wood.
Just heed the warning--
2 teapoons of me
first thing in the morning.
Lightly coated
from root to tips.
Just enough
to hydrate and nourish
what's under your
succulent lips.

I'll keep you looking
fresh,
shiny and
well tamed.
No worries,
you can thank me
when you come back
up from playing the
alphabet game.

A
B
C

There's no lies
what's between
my thighs,
leaves em moisturized.
The truth--
My coochie is like
the fountain of youth.
Naturally organic
have you
feeling and looking way young.
Have you saying and doing stupid shit--
you'll be all the way sprung.
I mean
Olay.
What more can I say?
I'm not trying to come off
as overly arrogant and bold.
Just letting you know that
this shit right here my nigga,
could be
bottled and sold.

I'm done,
finished.
There's nothing left to bargain.
Them other babies are Johnson's
and I'm essential
Argan.
The kind you apply when you wanna
be pampered and spoiled.
The only one worth considering
when you want the finest of beard oils.