STATE OF HIBERNATION (3.28.10)

I close my eyes

and run to a place only my heart can lead me

you knock on the doors of my mind and enter

meekly..

deeply...

into undiscovered lands of my soul and lyrically claim it as your own

you have done what others have only dreamed of doing

caress my soul's body

as it whispers " hold on and never let go"

shape and mold it

Boldly...

Run your fingers across my thighs of intellectual compromise

an i will succomb as u reach and breach my cerebral core

your words prance up and down my spine

fondling spots hidden to the human eyes

my intuition drips as you wrap your mind around my hips of knowledge

you consistently tap the ass of lessons i obtained from the classrooms of college

my body shiver shakes and tremble with each line

drawing me closer as my poetic passion over flows



you look into my eyes and enter even deeper

as we lay upon blank lines we write and spill our ink

inscribing a lifetime of understandings within our minds

I speak telepathically as you have left me speechless



you kiss me and I taste your tongue spiked with determination

it sedates me as i drift into a state of hibernation



But soon enough I'll awake and challenge you to put me into a coma without hesitation

WORD RAGE (3.6.10)

Is it a crime that I hold my tongue for no one? That I’d rather spill my intellects verbally releasing my thoughts in a fashionable way that is academically?


I expose my knowledges giving my acknowledgements to those who have fed me cerebrally……

as my brain leaks overwhelmingly I collect each drop and drink of it salaciously and it quenches my emaciated soul that is parched from the restricted lessons of the world that has yet to be told and taught- So I can gladly add it to my arsenal of thought and finally step out of this seclusion of thought that is based upon the asylum of my mind that I always seem to break out of each and every time-

And each and every time I always seem to unwind release and deliver the truth only to undergo a series of psychiatric reviews that has compelled me to restraint…. and I become the number one complaint for refusing compliancy and everything else that requires me to abandon the authentic me

Is it wrong that I refuse to get along? That I’d rather take the road they refuse and endure the labors of remaining true?

I take this path knowing in the end I will be the one who last and conquer the minds of a vast amount and give an account for each and every one-

And each and everyone will no longer succumb to the ways of which they knew but once again become wholesome and understand the truth that they are…..

Because you see my word rages are outrageous as they give birth to my souls abrupt persuasions….I am encouraged to stop, but telling me to stop is like telling me to go because I will never stop until I reach the top and let every body know

But the higher I climb- the top seems to be out of reach like the glass ceiling effect is taunting me -

And so I will take this sledgehammer of equal opportunity and smash the wretched ceiling into minuscule pieces and lead the way to a world in which everyone can manifest from the words they say and speak so as long as they derive it from their heart and tap into their soul and set forth a stream of emotions plated in gold and written in self ink on pages of individuality…….

UNTITLED (1.17.10)

I stepped outside and pulled my jacket closer to me... it had to be every bit of 20 degrees

the night was golden frosted in cold... and yet I continued to stand alone...
I looked into the sky, which seemed to be just as lonely as I
I looked up in search of my last strand of hope... but tonight... the stars did not shimmer... they did not gleam... they stood still in silence as the wind bitterly chipped away at my skin



I wanted to talk to the moon... but I had no clue where to begin... Do I start with the beginning, or do I simply just skip to the end? I was hesitant for a while... frantically searching through my thoughts that were projected by the indifferences of my heart.... I could sense the moon growing impatient as my thoughts continued to bounce about in my mind... It wasn’t long before the moon decided to depart and retreat behind the clouds... and with each second that passed the night became loud creating a state of mayhem within me...



I grew agitated with the wind as it continued to bitterly and fiercely chip away at my skin... I hung my head low... gazing around at the ground beneath my feet... I thought to myself.. Is this really me? Is this really who I am? This person… this being who is slowly sinking into destruction as my world crumbles before me…….Everything that I have known… everything that I have worked for… is rapidly becoming no more… and I…I… I am breaking… I am falling… I…. am….. Failing



I could hear the grass inching upward towards me….. Grabbing at my feet…. I have grown tired of twisting and bending for others pleasures…. Jumping through hoops as if I were a circus freak….. The main attraction, center ring….. Running around in circles for the crowd while attached to a leash…… the grass grew taller as I just stood there planted to the ground, waiting to be submerged with soil of being through.. I prayed that the groundskeeper would not come and fertilize me, but instead let me wither in the winter as if I were a bad seed . Rotting like the forgotten trees of winter’s miseries