A Gentleman’s Agreement

Shook hands, no shake down,

Contracted through eye contact,

Destinies conceived, collided,

Paperwork burned, scattered earth,

Only honour left us binded.

Poe Tree

I am early eccentric, electric Edgar,

All land, landed on feet Poe, missing l’or,

All I have left to do now is hustle,

Muscle a pearl out of this mussel,

Try untying my hands to stretch these words,

Through woods unbroken, wild trees.

Adaption

Different faces,

Found four,

Different places.

Cashmere Game

I roll through plush, 3-ply,

One hundred deep flush and clean,

My majestic gluteus maximus, stays fly.

WWWHWW

Who’s sober,

Who’s wasted,

On trains,

At home,

When melancholic,

When manic,

With consistency,

With purpose,

For soul,

For sanity,

Everyday,

Write.

Stimulant

Stimulated sense,

Coffee, cocaine, choice cigars,

Sip, snort, smoke, survive,

Mindful machinations move,

Actions across an atlas.

Suffocated

She span my reel, produced my reality,

Had me glued to my seat, enraptured,

Seemed like a silver screen fantasy,

Contact highs from looks and words, heart captured,

Stronger than any drug known to man,

My love for her sprouted legs and ran,

No lustful sprint, but a deep connection marathon,

A case that would have given pause to Don Juan,

Insatiable desire chocked me out, power of the python,

Years lost to women’s whims, hoisted up comedic bait,

Hourglass dripping dames date by date,

My voracious fate I cannot abdicate,

Only left to abbreviate this time that accelerates,

Actions I now hate, used to venerate,

A disease to cut out, from body separates,

An infection once accommodated I vaccinate.

Bread

Bread broken,

over tables.

Words spoken;

Our Fables.

Salt crumbled Earth;

a culture birthed.

Nine Months

The counselor asked the couple how long,

How long they had known their child before he had passed,

Into the other world.

A year differentiated their answers,

Bitter taste of confusion set in the air,

The man that was once a father,

Said he only knew his son for a little over sixteen summers,

While the mother replied in the positive,

Overcompensating for his misunderstanding,

For how could her significant other,

Have known what it was meant to feel,

The other nine months.

A nine layered universe spun thread,

Through a nine tiered temple pinhead,

Spinning the wheel,

Creating a nine-month womb.

A seed he may have planted, no doubt,

Times spent accounting to pumps about,

Morning intercourse set the course,

For the son to rise, chase the moon, and the horse.

Oh! Great Mother tended to the ground,

In which the seed he planted, she found,

Nourished and slept with, gave rest,

Listened to and whispered wisdom too,

Foundation set stone by stone,

Gifting her son the opportunity to make his bones.

Years went by and although he grew and grew,

This adolescent couldn’t escape fatherly sins,

So a mixed destiny was the hand he drew,

To make up for debt loaned out to kin,

Traditional rituals he passed,

Seducing some,

Killing others,

Making the most out of the hunt,

Using all, wasting none, nothing to shun.

But time revolves in a circle, doesn’t follow a line,

Everything catches up, down to the number, prime,

The prophecy set in the moment the umbilical cord separated,

Would be the day, slain, he would lay, cremated.

So the mother weeps, fertilizing the next round,

Where more seed may abound,

A mother’s cry for a son lost,

Is the noise life makes, the sound.

A nine-month cycle repeats once more,

The whole of mankind encapsulated in this musical score.

Stain

Oil, wine, blood, paints,

closed, empty, full circled plaints;

Martyrs, time stamped stains.

Fried

Fiends found Friday,

copped, and flipped.

The projects got shook,

flopped, and burnt up.

A fricassee bucket mix,

faded, foul, & forgotten;

They fried away sick.

Daydream Interrupted

Record spinning, needle drops,

Groove indented, French connection,

Supplying soul with surreal shots,

Drugged mind, lyrical injection,

Drifted away to distant lands,

Vinyl scratches, I return to the dance.

University

Motivated students, lifelong learners, coalesced together,

A guild, encompassing ‘universitas’ – the whole ether,

Embarking upon an adventure of the body and mind,

Engaged in conversations that will change lives forever,

Destined meetings sparked at the right place and time,

Listen to the whispers of the alums, passed by, forgotten,

Left to their own devices in graduation photos,

Societies, fraternities, sororities, clubs, student politics,

They plead for you, carpe diem, still heights to heighten,

Personal dreams accomplished would be the greatest mementos,

For future generations, encouraging them to chase theirs, authentic,

So provide voice in the forum, raze resistance, don’t hesitate,

Ask her out, these are the days to prove your character, your fate.

Licensed

Twen tea two, em, gee…

Zus, take the wheel,

For I’m only a man,

Six one, one sixty,

Based in,

Tea, oh,

Oh, en,

Cee, eh,

Eh?

Dive

Loving in depth,

Skipping width,

Skinny-dipping;

Off the deep end.

Heartbeat

I feel history pumping through my arteries and veins,

Heart acting on origins from ancestors spread out in graves,

A population’s psychology predetermined by previous actions,

By kin, conquerors, subsequent reactions to occupations,

Nature dictating one’s form of dress, habits and culture,

Survival dependent on adaption, lest we fall to the vultures,

Strategy & perseverance, hand in hand, king and queen,

Neighbors understood, where they’ve been, what they’ve seen,

Struggles vary but for the most part we want the same,

Health, wealth, happiness, acceptance without the shame,

Different philosophies bringing us to the same end,

Erosions to shadows and dust, souls to another world sent,

Hope left in the fact that our heartbeats act as a relay race,

From the womb, to a son, to a granddaughter, case after case,

History continues, generations aren’t split from each other,

They act in a relentless wave, softening stone, silk smother.

Wealthy

I ain’t in love,

love is in me.

Never ever

went out,

without it spent.

For even with it,

or oddly without –

unconditional wealth,

upheld my conditional

health.

Something from Nothing

Who said something can’t be created from nothing?

The person who hasn’t felt addiction playing with their strings,

The feeling of want, a bottomless pit that keeps flowing,

The only absence that is able to generate power,

Spinning in a wheel, running ‘till your final hour,

No need to look further to future invention,

Human nature has always supplied perpetual motion,

Dipped in desire and ready to serve.

The Pen or The Sword

The pen or the sword,

A choice of weapon I have to make,

Caught between a rock and a hard place,

For mine and my family’s sake,

In which case will I be able to save face,

To alleviate this mind drip, mundane break,

Paint the walls red, rip out the injection cord

The pen or the sword,

Disciplined, powerful, the right formation of ink,

Words organizing themselves like soldiers,

A graphite connection makes thoughts into parchment sink,

Five fingers of death, armchair admiral, office officers,

Lives signed away, souls smoldered out in an eye blink,

Write wishes, wash walls without working war

The pen or the sword,

Carve your destiny with continuous swings,

Family trees cut down branch from trunk,

A focused chop chop, murder sings,

Rearranging dynasties makes you power drunk,

Be cautious of what these tools may bring,

For your moves may be more than you can afford

The pen or the sword,

Live by the sword, die by the sword,

Live by the pen, die by the pen,

Faced the consequences that both have brought,

I defy mathematics; form two into one, both I have caught

One

You work a lot, don’t you?

Mhmm.

Working makes you lonely?

A lone one, but not lonely… you?

I truly get lonely, start feelin’ blue…