Starving | Poem

Starving | Poem

TOLERANCE|INTOLERANCE Black soul Black faceBlack race Black mindBlack ideologyNo trace Cries from heaven so loud they can Deafen the pain of the politically oppressed Black eyesBlack handsBlack shapes Figures that contort and writheBodies that have been erased Non-consensual eliminationOf kids, woman, and man And the very same of those who the world fears to understand Who […]

Thus Spoke the Shape-Shifter | Poem

I. [Meaning]Thus spoke the man whose wilted words have shaped an age of truthThus spoke the man whose oldest thoughts have shifted my point of viewThus spoke the man who’s found a way to shatter what I think of you  Thus spoke the man whose deft, old hands have whittled me down to boneThus spoke the […]

Toil [In Segments] | Poem

Segment 1:What I find, in my heart, to be the rawest of experiences is that of toiling. The post-toil respite is a gift that tempers the heart of humanity and allows us to see what is real and let all that is petty to fall by the wayside. Though the vast infinite of all that is […]

On the Turning Away | Poem

I.There’s something in the mellow that clouds my better judgement There’s something in the mellow that slows my inner workings  The cogs just aren’t oiled enough I think I’m working well enough But time comes down to performance And I can’t perform II.OhThinking about all the artists I wish I could be like…I think of […]

The Silent Cartographer | Poem

Don’t you know that you were there, holding the camera that took the picture, that captured the moment, that halted time?Don’t you know that is was you who captured the artist?It was you who stopped the earth’s movement.It was you who stilled the pond.You slowed the sway the of the sweeping leaves on the silent […]