Once

Once I thought I saw the sky tumble over
Fathom after fathom
It tore me open
Then I removed my shades
Bright/Florescent
And I knew then that the sky
Had simply died

"Black"

Tasting of this bitter and pain
Only a little but still,still
Sorrow of ignorance and misunderstanding
Why can't they see me?
Any other pin cushion point
I can take it; laugh off
Except for this
This thing I cannot control
"Black" is what they see
But hold up the pigments
The graphs of flesh laid by God
And they would see that color
Fades if one only looks
If one actually sees
It's something tangled and messy and
Rotten "black" to the core
This problem of corrupt collected cultures
Something I can't make poetic or
Find the painful irony in
Something the laughter over
Thin sorrow can't fill
I am the alien among sojourners
By wicked minds making me unclean
My own mind suffocating and constricting me 
Making me dirt "black"
My anger like the rolling pitch
Dark tides at midnight's toll
I am a hurricane of civil unrest
Stripped of my humanity by
Soft- minded words
Misdirected, fired at will
Without any real thought
I am the unwanted of the unwanted
Because they call me "black"
Though that is not my name or place
Please just fucking look at me for once
Society, self, social scene
Fucking look, look, look, look
See me won't you for once
Without the tint of sin; corrupt

Chandelier

It was burdened with light
Clear, lucid light
The kind that sweeps up inside you and takes hold
Gripping and breaking your heart strings to submit
It was golden with witty light
Like a smile from a Starlet
Who is beaten by her husband's hands
Bruised midnight blue in the predawn night
It floats, shifts, sways
Maddeningly strong
I watch mesmerized by wicked
Stilted, delicate boldness 
Like an ugly tea cup, chipped
As you bring it to you cracked lips
Seeping from the edges with lies
But the light, the light keeps me there
I would rather be anywhere or even nowhere but here, here
I am, I am
Lying beneath the faceless, facades
Layers of liquid light
Pulling me; pushing me away
I watch my life slip
But I cannot be bothered to notice this
As I am to fascinated and caffeinated with the light, the light
Dragging me away from life
One beautiful life I have to live
I would watch paint chip instead of this
But this, this is the light of my life
Not my life, but its light
Brilliant, bright
Deceptively so  
But one day I will go out cold
Like your cracked lips
And the lies will be, will be still
Haunting me, taunting me into my warm liquid grave
There I will stay until the end, end of days
Snapped out, as it fades

Untitled

I ran with the breath of the wind away
From you and your pretenses
If only life would slow; would settle and calm
If life would yellow and brown and mold and curdle
Move, move, move
Trapped by sadistic fate
Like milk long forgotten
Curdle like your vain lies and vanities
Spilling like the pages and pages in my head
Flaking at the seams, the binding worn and tired
Returned to dust like powdered insect legs
Useless and morose
But return me not to dust
To dust
Magnifying my humanity
Humanly
Quelling the fear of the insanity of sin
Breaking my bones to restore in me hope
The afterbirth of the fallen state
Prelude, dialogue, "end" on a single page
Restored to life, but do I live?
Beautiful, beautiful life where are you?
Hiding under my bedroom pillow?
Dripping like livid fire
Red and bleeding from my eyes, my hands
Shaking a'fire with anger and fear
Solid and hopeful but buried in ashes made and stayed
Thick layer of pretend
The things they take out of story books to make children believe it will be alright
When you used to understand and I you
But maybe it is all a sick dream
A pretense of my own my folly and your pride
Your sick head and my sick mind
Are the synonymous vengeance we seek without a holy purpose
We seek but never venture further then our mattress halls
And cushioned wall among beggar's heads

Food Court; The American Dream

The lady with the Chanel purse
and the overripe belly
filling quickly with Mickey D's
Counterfeit, counterfeit like her purse
Most likely, most likely
Big Kids Meal? I doubt that my dear
Though you are big you are no kid
But suppose you are? Suppose I give you that?
Then the world would make the most sense
The Food Court world
of choices and choices
Ways to blow your money and your time
To spread the filth of the American Dream
Sitting snugly in your bellies
Overblown with our constitutions lies
Do you even know these words Chanel?
Subliminal messaging shoved down
Like there's a secret telegraph in the
Clanging of grease fryers, ranting pixeled TVs in HD
and questions of "only for a dollar more?"
Plastic and serene ignorance
The bliss of our lives here; Controlled by our choices
Only for a dollar more you whore!

To the Putting Out of Innocence

Drink up, drink up
To the putting out of innocence
Smolder like the eyes of
the blind whore

Rose that withers but ne'er dies
Stagnant and reeking
Reeling in the open breeze
Concave like
the breast of that whore
Ripping with past hands
of flesh coiling round
the life that once breathed inside; putting out that innocence

But no more, no more
Only sorrow and pricked wind
And chaff between
the cheap legs of that Wonder
That wander o' nights alone
searching vainly for her innocence

The Spirit Breathes

Watched as the umbrella
Blue and stripped white
Bent and dismissed
Disarmed of it's routine home
Scrapes gravel and black greased pavement
Towed over and back again
Abused by authority

Lawns spout out their normative song
A rhythmic spray like cricket legs
But notes fly further
Pivoting seed and spray

Leaves scuttle
Like mindless drones
A mad ballet orchestrated
Instantaneous and unawares

Trees bow in a submissive dance
Dipping low to a backbreaking depth
And yet and yet sustain the beat
The rhythm like a spastic sea
All spindled and spun
Our bodies breath
Sharp and startled

The Spirit breathes
and we see the storm
The beast just outside our fragile
windowpane, glass
Placid swaying shift my guts to glorify
To honor the living God who 
claims the beast
The treat of terror
Clothed in reverence
The skies move and I remember
I am small
Fed to the beast if not for grace
Grace, grace resounds
Sweeping across the terror of the night
Night green beast of forestry

Lamenting leaves
Foliage chaffed and thrown by the hands of God