You Are Like...

You are like love,
Life,
A dew from heaven
The sweetest of all divine blessings
Undeserved, unmerited, unjustified
More than the blood that courses through my veins,
the air that inflates my lungs.
Without you, I would be akin to the animal, kith of the common corpse
Your love is my life
Unearned, undefined,
Simply given, never taken
Always necessary

Do I Ever Cross Your Mind

Do I ever cross your mind
Inside, do i make you cringe or smile
I’ll be the first to admit that, well, there is a hole in the pit, of my stomach
And it burns every time I see an image of that which is you
Or hear those letter which, when strung together, spell out your name
You do cross my mind
As I lie awake in cold rooms, searching for warmth
Drawing endless maps on an unforgiving ceiling
Like lines in sand pointing to what could have been
Hell, I feel trapped, as if in a well, gasping for dear life
Blinded to the path that is before me
Afraid to step forward because of what I leave behind
For to advance would mean the cutting of ties
The forgetting of yesterdays
And the reshaping of tomorrows with different hands,
Different dreams
So do I ever cross your mind as you ponder your fate
And wait for what’s next in line
As what was once ‘we’ drifts off into obscurity

I Feel I Am

I feel I am

Just like a bird with wings clipped, wandering
Aimlessly, like an animated corpse
Staring into the ocean while sun rays sear flesh
And I ponder about tomorrow

Grasping for meaning as thoughts percolate
And feet sink into hopeless sand

Yet, I feel I am
Made to fly, so lift me up
Above the directionless masses
Above chained doors and barred windows
Free to feel as I am

Fresh Starts and Second Chances

I am the wretched, the scorn of my own humanity
Down trodden and down cast
Yet still I rise, undeservedly lifted by unseen hands
Saved from snares I am blinded to,
Pitfalls I have dug by my own senselessness
Yet, senseless I be, I remain chosen
Branded by a mark of gold upon my breast
Touched by the hand of God
Salvage from a future of futility and rebirthed with clean hands
Placed into a life of fresh starts and second chances
Though imprudent in my youth I clutch at this opportunity
Luck overshadow by unwarranted blessing,
The opportunity to re-live life unscathed; unfettered and freed from the ties that bind
These arms to broken promises and sorrowful short-comings
Freed able to grab hold to fresh starts and second chances

The Sinner

I am now sinner where I once was saint
Hands painted red with crimson blood
Feet disheveled with muck and mire
I know the feeling to dig my own grave
To climb into the crypt and lay with the dead
Drunk full of lust, vice, and love
Life’s weary poison, the opiate of the masses
In search of a glimpse of that which is fleeting
Without respect for its power to eat away the soul
And where once whole, create holes too big fill
I am the sinner, with wings of a raven, akin to the damned
Eyes cast to the heavens, searching for salvation
Pleading to be bereaved of all life’s follies
But these wings never take flight when chained to the ground by sins of the past
Nor is sainthood every achieved
It remains, to a toxic heart, a distant elixir
Never smelled, never tasted, never healed

T.I.A

The things of dreams are carried on the wings of green eagles
Soaring above breathless clouds through wisps of wind
It is here that man was fashioned from mud and clay
The foundations of a people birthed from the earth
Raised with feet firmly planted in the ground
In the rock and in the sand, like strong towers
Beacons of hope amidst black oceans and gold coasts
Accustomed to tribulation, warfare and turbulence
Akin to sorrow, famine and disease
But one with a royal priesthood, a near god-head
Heir to countless and immeasurable riches and fortunes
Pleasures released through the release of ignorance and greed
And the need for exaltation of one’s self over a brother
This is the key to the treasure beneath the sand
This is the necessary motion that shift oceans of change
For those born to these lands are neither men nor slaves
But heroes and warriors destined to be praised, emulated and revered
That is the god-given destiny for this tribe of fifty-four, this brotherhood of colors
That we may leaders of peoples, in bondage to none
Purveyors of the divine essence of liberty, justice, and prosperity
Uhuru.

Achilles

This is my secret, my undying wish
The desire to bleed out pain until it is no more
No less that a figment of my imagination,
A ghost of the distant past
For pain is a constant reminder of my mortality
An incessant siren singing of my weakness
A cry so damned that all wayfaring ships of hopes and dreams,
Crash and sink to the debts of the sea
A life like this was not fashioned for this man
Yet still, I have become no stranger to anguish
So in search of pleasure I cut this mortal coil
And pour out every semblance of frailty from these blue veins
If hope spring forth, then blessed I become
If not, then fight on I shall until the curse of Achilles is potent over me no longer