I have struggled, father,since the conclusion of your account,and most times, when my eyes openedupon dreadful way stations, skin stretchedtight over a belly rounded by new life,hope seemed like forgotten lore,a tale vaguely remembered from early yea
I've often been told that my eyes speak volumes,and all the thoughts and emotions that wander,at times aimlessly, through the dimly lit corridorsof my spirit self,are written plainly withinfor those with the ability to translate themfrom whatever anc
an a capella of sinful verse as intro,then the song of ages begins to play,a serenade to this conference of familiar strangers,and, o, how my veins thrill to the sound of those gospel truthshummed along elicited receptors to consecrated need,sweet, s
the midnight hour has passedand across miles of earth, who is mother,and ocean, who is her kindred,your well modulated voiceasks quietly of me,"what is it that you long for?"face burning brightly, a star gone nova,I want to say, "I long to make of my
Third & Auction (an intersection in memphis)you can glimpse the little girl sheonce was notlong agoin the pristine purse of her lips,the heartfelt flutter of hereye/lashes,The way she swings her folded umbrellaas she walks through the rain.The crow's
Is it wrong to think of myself as a god to beIs it wrong not to believe in what only they seeMy Blackness is the keyTrue light emanates from meIt’s warm and cozy like sheNow who is she that’s got it like thatSo Pretty, ass so fatYeah it’s like thatJa
Gone mad and she’s wildLove to watch, loves to prowlYou think he doesn’t know but I doThere’s a goddess walking amongst youGot god eyes so I can seeIn woman that divine ShaktiThe awe of your temple is bigger than heI am nothing without your energyWal
Anyway, I asked myself.I said,"Self,...where do old hip-hoppers go?"With strands of grey hair mingled within my mustache,I dashed to the stage on open-mic night.I caught a flashback of my days as a yug'gun'.I grabbed the mic and I flowed.When I was t
You my high,baby,you my high.I fiend for you like a crackhead fiends for scotty beams;You are the reason I focus on enhancing my C.R.E.A.M.,for cash rules fools like me;You are the pit-stop en route to my destiny,wherever it may be.I can only bluepri
With bloodbeating at my templesand horizonsbeckoning for discoveryland, magicalstrangetaboowaitedfor my penMiles and Coltrane'snightingalesawoke to trill of moonbeamsand desireZora,Langston andOctavia whispered:"We waiting onon you,you better createw
Routine mummies.Mums the word;Don't disrupt them,the conformed herd.Them, of normal Earth.Walk like they walk.Talk like they talk.Mums the word.Speak not alien to them.Them,of normal EarthSpectator to player,you become,they see you;You dare to differ
Young, freshin tank tops, shortsopen-toed sandalsWe enterlaminated black lightcartoon postersWAR kicking an ill beaton eight trackBlow shotgunsuntil our eyesare mauveheavy liddedHang until minute detailsbecome conundrumssuitable for heavy rappingBut
Let my breathwash your broad facepool in your sepia collarboneanoint your breadAs you tastecatch the crumbled piecesmixed with tearshold them tightin your calloused palmsvows and roadsare etched in waterI float‘neath southern moonsin your embracemurm
I like to write alot about biomythography, gnosticism, the Black Goddess and the underworld. www.uthra.comGENDER INFECTED POEMSWhether it is a good or a bad poemdoes it matter?Someone will make it a male poem?Someone will make it a female poem?Percep
Summerwe walk the concreteMe, Sukie and Laconyawith dusty feetmidriff topscutoff shortsPast knee high grasspurple and fuchsia wildflowersJune bugsLiberate blackberries from the vine-- “Don’t worry ‘bout no snakes.”Join a gathering of elderseighteen t
When the moon shines over autumnthere is noone to share your joyWhere is that profundity that once he broughtWhere is that immeasurable light that once he carried with no effortand you whom he lovedNow he is burdened with social statusand a mask he s
Lovers Like ships that meet in the night Their bodies and souls merge For this brief chance union Each life is fulfilled If only this moment in time Each knowing That the other is the answer That satisfies The other’s needs, fantasies, desires Each k
Love meforget about luridlurid will come when its time....that's enoughHold meahhh....don't shake me too hardat least not untilwe share the same rhythmslightening will come when its time...that's enoughLook at menot too piercingthat gazeit liesI'll b
RealMy man is everything a woman could dream.Dedicated, hard working, strong.I bear my soul to him.With him I have no reason to fear anything.My rock, strength, fortress.He is my protector.The love in his eyes exsists only for me.Sensual, penetrating