Category Archives: … poetry

… journey

 

oases and horizons

 

i’ve walked through the Valley of Death

hoping my dreams would meet me halfway

or maybe be only a few steps short

i’d walk the extra mile or so to reach them

but the heat

or the depth of this earth

must have bamboozled my mind

because I thought I saw them

dancing on the horizon

but then again,

there was an oasis some ways back

that ended up being cracked ground

as thirsty as I to be nurtured

with only but a drop of something reinforcing

 

i thought everything was in line

the stars and planets

my efforts and sacrifices

but it was all a mirage

the product of a starving mind

running on the fumes of a tired heart

putrid energy

circulating

fueling a machine that still recalls what it was like to be human

naïve and full of hope

 

times have changed

and the world I knew has since evolved

accentuated by each season’s temper

each butterfly’s effect

something rippled,

who knows exactly when,

and prolonged the race

pushed the horizon a little bit farther

tempting those dreams to stop dancing

because where I stand

is beyond where they imagined we’d ever have to meet

farther than we’d ever agreed upon

 

but I’ll keep walking

from oasis to oasis

until I reach where land meets the sky

my dreams and I will be there to make the introduction

 

 

… i wrote this a while ago but I’m currently reading a book that sort of hit the topic right on its head …

“…our culture is not good about teaching journey, we only show result. That’s why most people don’t ever reach their dreams—they were never taught to build their foundation first.”

– Hill Harper

 

 


… libations

… first post of 2012. Indeed we are a few weeks in but this year started at a sprint for me and has been moving along nonstop.

Aside from the personal and professional ventures I’ve been pursuing, I’ve been working on a few short stories [which, if you’ve noticed, don’t get posted on here]. But I must admit, I’ve missed the poems and have abandoned the page long enough.

So, in honor of the new year, let’s toast. May 2012 be prosperous and, if nothing more, enlightening …


… put in motion

 

… historically, the North has always been perceived as more conscious and accepting of African Americans as a people. Although the ills of racism plagued the nation as a whole, the main issues with inequality were more prominent in the South. For ten-plus years after the end of the Civil War, Reconstruction was in order to establish and ‘protect’ the rights of newly freed slaves and the entire Black population, but there were loopholes—Black Codes and Jim Crow Laws.

The South’s racial caste system was predicated on, amongst other things, preventing interracial relationships; protecting white women from black men.  It was clear that there was to be no fraternization. In 1954, segregation in public schools was ended by the decision in Brown versus Board of Education.  An overall victory for the race, desegregation proved to be a curse for certain individuals.

Emmett Till, a Chicago native, fell victim to the [lack of] advancement of society …

 

The Catalyst

 

14 and foreign,

of the same country

but a stranger to this land’s unspoken laws

back home, different colors mixed

dared to touch

to evolve

but as you ride the current south

the Mississippi washes away time and social progression

even though the people look the same

humanity is otherworldly in the Delta

 

the boy whistles

she cries wolf

just wait Till her husband comes home

You Better Run, Nigger!

 

an eye for an eye

“how much for a glance, Ma’am?”

 

he is left wading in the river’s waters

beaten and shot for good measure

weighed down by a Cotton Gin Fan

of slavery’s past

 

a Northerner

spoiled by desegregation

disillusioned by a subtle taste of equality

he was mailed home, swollen in a box

laid to rest

open-faced for the world to see

a sacrificial lamb, a martyr

the beginning of a grander movement

 

 

 


… embrace it

 

… discovery of self is a lifelong process—ever-evolving and always in motion—but actually exposing your true self is another matter. It takes courage for people to be themselves; a degree of defiance to really be an individual. It’s a scary thing to be human. We have to accept what others would view as imperfections and flaws and own them; believe they are beautiful and worth being shared.

Sometimes we’ll dive into the depths of personal expression head first but in most cases we’ll step to the edge, be intrigued by how the jump may feel, and still need a little push. It takes a special person to want to be different and to be it shamelessly. But at the end of the day, there has to be an ‘Aha/Fuck It’ moment—vulnerability has to win …

 

(En)Courage

 

a medley of tobacco

pussy

and tequila

dance on the stage of her tongue

a rhythmic threesome

leaping from one taste bud to another

frogs on lily pads

 

her breath smells of exploration

freedom

 

for years

she’s dreamt of what it would be like

wondered how she could

miss something she’s never had

need something she’s always lived without

want something she couldn’t define

 

under-aged and over-proofed

they met by chance

uncertainty and liquor introduced them

but the gravity of their loneliness

created the first kiss

 

sparks of released inhibitions flew

it was

the genesis of her true being

 

 

** I could speak at length about the subject of sexuality and its many correlated topics but I won’t. I will, however, acknowledge this – everyone has and is entitled to their own understanding/belief of how it all works, accepting what they will and please.

… the world is still young …