Friday, February 27, 2009

Scarlet Letter

She was the queen and he her scarlet letter
He, once free, she would rightly fetter
With bonds so strong the past would be forced
To let breath the future
Blemishes and stains disappear like water down the drain
Pleasure and pain, the two in one, forever remains
Like dew after the purest rain
It’s insane the magic, as the wolf is seduced by the sheep
A touch so contagious it turns water to fire
He no longer runs, she’s become his desire
Higher, like on the wings of a phoenix soaring towards the sun
Together they burn and watch melt, that letter
Sown in sinew through tendon and flesh
The mark of what once was, embraced and forgotten
Replaced by something new, in silver and gold
It grows as they rest, under the full moon of unity
As night turns into day and day no longer exists

Sunday, February 15, 2009

Young, Black and Broke

We not on par cuz we young black and broke
Life’s got us in a choke, a hold so devastating we
Can’t keep up with the status quo
‘cuz for sho we weren’t born with no silver spoon
No tune of happiness or good fortune
Just the steady drudge of the struggle
Day in and day out
The constant enhancement of mechanisms with which we cope
Hoping, forever hoping, but never achieving
Dreaming of the day we can climb out of this pit
So vast that not even education can bridge it
Playing the ying versus the yang
Balancing the need to be good against the need to be crooked
Because when the checks stop coming in coke, dope, and blow
Whatever you wish to call it – puts food on the table
Makes up finally able to raise our heads above this water call life
So we rob, we sin, we kill
In hopes that our actions will solidify our tomorrows
Sometimes, when the weight of the world is on your shoulders
And when the chips have been stack equitably against you favor
You do what you must
Because it isn’t a gift, it’s a God given right
To live, to breath, to eat

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Sometimes you win, most times you loose

A PESSIMIST'S VALENTINE

She hates him
Because he always leaves her lonely
She gave him her heart, when in fact he was just a homie
A friend
Nothing more, nothing less
But sometimes you can’t see through the haze to picture what you get
When that line is crossed and feelings just ain’t that mutual

So cheers to chances and to good faith
And to passions fatal flaws – for love was born blind
And in blind haste we make waste of our emotions, and bonds, they fritter away to calamity

There is in death, love, and like, no turning back
No semblance of normality
Just rarely reciprocated chances
Because even though sometimes you win
Most times you almost always loose