… on fire

… feeling a bit fiery. It is good to be uninhibited at times and just let everything be. Allow the emotions, the desires, the should not’s of your everyday thoughts to win for once and just lose yourself; give in to passion and see what happens, feel it …

 

Burning Room

 

Flames lick thighs

They ignite something intangible

Something I didn’t know could be felt before

Let alone be held on to

Heat rises and

I close my eyes to feel your smile

It touches my heart

And slowly melts my bones

I get weak-kneed first

Then nothing else matters

Because I’m fluid now

Flesh, lingering on your fingertips

I’ve been stained by a mere touch

And I swear

We’re dancing in a burning room

 

 

 

 


… love nurtured

… nature versus nurture—innately born or (in)advertently made to be the person that you are; the basis of most issues riddling discussion boards world-wide.  The scientists are scrambling to prove that despite the complexity, the inner workings of the world are quite simple and the activists are well aware of their amendment rights, manipulating words and emotions to prove a point.

The list of arguments that kick start from this preliminary concern of born or influenced goes on and on but there are more still that are simply black and white. Either you’re born being and knowing or you have to learn how.

Love is on the nurture side of the spectrum. How to love and be loved must be learned, practiced, perfected. Love, in all of its sensations, is reciprocal and the ability to do so is oftentimes contingent on the love we receive and witness.  It may not be mirrored exactly, but there will be a direct correlation.

I’ve been the girl in this piece more than a few times in my life and in a world of different capacities. I haven’t necessarily lived this story but, often enough, I’ve been stripped of love and afforded love, in different degrees than I felt was deserved, to know that the effect is all in the same …

 

Party Girl

 

Her mother left

just around the time when the boys started knocking

when her hips began to spread

and her lips begged to be kissed

 

She would dance with boys at parties

trying to stay in rhythm

as their boyhoods pressed against her

feeling something like security

 

She never noticed the walls they leveraged their backs on

 

She would get lost in the moment

The bass shook any fears she ever had

and the heat

the heat made it seem

like everyone was having a good time

Those basements were the only places in the world that mattered

And the music brought them all together

made their problems

melt into the floor they danced on

filling the cracks

with confusion and anger

 

They danced

waiting for a fight to break out or the DJ’s last call

whichever came first

No matter the cause of the party’s end

she would wrangle her conquest for the night

and she’d fuck until it felt like love

because at the end of the day

that’s all she was ever really looking for

the only thing that was ever really missing

 

 

 

 


… coming of age

The deepest definition of youth is life as yet untouched by tragedy.

Alfred North Whitehead (1861 – 1947)

 

… every generation was once another’s youth—blank slates with hearts & minds soft as clay, unknowingly vying for a chance to shape a bit of themselves before the world molds them into reflections of its greatest vices.

 

But, the cycle of influence is strong and inevitable …

 

Wilted Roses

 

grown folk have affairs

with younger boys

and girls

because they refuse to grow up

and face the thorn of Misery

leaving the heart of the broken youth

racing

faster than they have ever imagined

because they thought they experienced something

greater and beyond their years

but in fact

they are wounded deep

from fucking with Future

when Present has just begun

and recent Past still smells like Similac

they are left with quickly beating hearts

simply bleeding out

spilling pure life on the floor their feet once had a firm grasp of

before the tragic

This Should Have Never Happened [But Fuck, It Did]

became the title to their teenaged memoirs

and the book covers

are filled with hearts

some broken

some whole

some shattered

typical of coming of age pieces

naively sharing tales of

coming despite age

and making it all seem so beautiful

but there’s nothing pretty about the sequel

and the story before it all

must have taken a sharp left turn

like the life of a rose

basking in all of its natural glory

until everything it has ever known

is displaced

by one human touch

and it slowly approaches

the inevitable end of its childhood innocence

on a one-way road

bound for Wilted

 

 


… to all of the lovers

… as much of the world did on June 25th of 2009, everyone in my office gathered in the conference room, shocked and in silence, to watch coverage as news broke that the King of Pop had been taken to the hospital and later pronounced dead; we followed suit on July 9th as his memorial service aired.

Amongst many things, Michael Jackson was an artist, entertainer, innovator, and humanitarian. His influence on music, dance, fashion and mankind as a whole is indeed indelible. Far and wide, he has impacted the lives of individuals, particularly the youth, since the 1960s and will continue to touch the world for as long as it endures [allude to “2012”]. His musical and philanthropic contributions helped paint a picture of the world he so avidly wished for and the class of humanity he wholeheartedly believed in.

In a 2007 interview for Ebony Magazine, Jackson stated:

“I always wanted to do music that influences and inspires each generation. Let’s face it, who wants mortality?”

“Music has been my outlet, my gift to all of the lovers in this world. Through it — my music, I know I will live forever.”

Well … as I’m sure many of us did in the wake of his death, and still do on random days of our lives, I had MJ songs on heavy rotation. His catalog, plainly said, is extensive; impressive. Intrigued by the amount of music he produced in his lifetime and trying to channel his themes and overall message, I got a little creative and came up with “my gift to all of the lovers” …

HIStory

 

This Is It Baby

I gotta Say Say Say

You Rock My World

Just a Little Bit of You

Makes me Happy and Smile

I Wanna Be Where You Are

Do you Remember the Time

You were a mere

Stranger in Moscow

I couldn’t help but wonder

Who Is It?

Dirty Diana?

Billie Jean?

It didn’t matter

You were Bad

Almost 2 Bad

Off The Wall, Dangerous

And I had to Get It

My gaze Unbreakable

On this Pretty Young Thing

 

Watching you Shake Your Body

I thought

I Got to Be There

I walked over to you

What seemed like Twenty-Five Miles

Butterflies stirring

Human Nature, what a Thriller

I approached you With a Child’s Heart

And said

Whatzupwitu?

I Wanna Be Startin’ Something

You should let me Rock with You

You countered with

Leave Me Alone

Beat It

And just like that

She’s Out of My Life

You were Gone Too Soon

Something told me

Don’t Stop til’ You Get Enough

Made me ask

What More Can I Give?

And to pretend

It’s A Brand New Day

 

This Time Around

I came to you like a Smooth Criminal

Together, the Music and Me

Convinced you to give me One More Chance

Convinced you to Give In to Me

After all, “Rockin’ Robin” was your Jam

That song helped us Come Together

But “Will You Be There”

Made our passion overflow

Spill like Blood on the Dance Floor

My heart raced like a Speed Demon

And as I repeated in my mind

The Girl is Mine

I’m gonna make her my Girlfriend

I whispered to you

Tell Me I’m Not Dreamin’

(Too Good to Be True)

 

Is It Scary?

That One Day in Your Life

I became addicted to The Way You Make Me Feel

Now, years later

I’ve realized I Just Can’t Stop Loving You

I look at the Man in the Mirror

And you are there

Another Part of Me

There Ain’t No Sunshine when you’re hurting

So when you feel the need to Cry or Scream

Remember that You Are Not Alone

Forget your troubles

They Don’t Care About Us

And In Our Small Way

Our love can Heal the World

So I will ask you

Simple as Black or White

Marry me, Baby Be Mine?

Let’s Ease on Down the Road

To A Place With No Name

Hold My Hand

We’re Almost There

Let’s make HIStory