Tag Archives: #words

AFTERLOVE

Your name
is still inside my mouth
like a bruise I begged for.

The room
smells like surrender—
jasmine,
salt,
the ghost of a star
you tore from my throat.

My thighs remember you
in languages
older than Earth—
every sigh
a translation
of your ache
into mine.

We didn’t just touch—
we undid time.
My pulse stammered
into your rhythm,
and we both forgot
our names
for a while.

You asked me nothing.
And I gave you
everything.

Now—
between your breath
and mine,
there is only
the hum
of something sacred
and wrecked.

Not love.
Not lust.
But that raw after-thing
that clings to the sheets
like confession.

I am not clean.
I am not sorry.

I am yours.

:: 04.13.2025 ::


A WORKING MAN

Now you getting paid to work?

well, you ain’t no nigger now cause you

a working man now. Right?

:: 04.6.2025 ::


W H O

i am no ONE
i have yet
to meet

Presence deeper than
a ticking hand
and our Souls

do not move in minutes
but breathes within
eternities

:: 04.06.2025 ::


Reality is not what we think — BUT WHAT WE FEEL

IS there a time
where everything
is okay? I’d never
forget where you were
at all when realizing
reality is not
what we think

but always what we feel

~~ so clear the tears/like
ice melting \ it bruised
our face:

The “feeling” of reality
is not scientifically correct
but romantically perfect.

and how i love you
and everyone in your time

\.

:: 03.06.2025 ::

the title is not a poem
but a thesis


THE ECSTATIC DIETIES

I climbed beneath their tempest guise,
Not cruel—but wondrous, wild—
Their tongues, like serpents, wove the skies,
And bade me be beguiled.

Their muses danced in frenzied streams,
A chaos, deep, divine—
I felt them tear my tethered dreams,
To fashion them as mine.

They stripped me to a vital beat,
No thought, no flesh remained—
But pulses rising, stark and fleet,
By holy torrents chained.

Her voice—a middle path untold—
Did whisper through my bone,
A force that breaks, yet gently molds,
And claims my craft her own.

No mercy in her artful fire,
Yet none would I beseech—
For every line she might inspire
Lies just beyond my reach.

O gods who sing and chaos bring,
Your wild winds are my home—
A vessel frail, I learn to cling,
To storms that bid me roam.

:: 01.15.2025 ::


Invincible

Your smile an Arc of Mystery!
Your eyes a Silver Gleam
Your form a Sculptor’s Whisper
Your hands a Midnight Dream.

Your feet a Sacred Compass
To Worlds I’ve never known
Your grace my fleeting Fetish
A Heaven, all my own.

Oh, let me gaze Eternally!
On features etched in Light
For Love, a fleeting Shadow,
Becomes the Endless Night.

Invincible.

:: 01.13.2025 ::


The Triumph of Life

I wandered to the river’s edge,
Where the current sang to the stones,
And the earth hummed beneath my feet.
I sat in the company of reeds,
But my mind was heavy, my thoughts—mute.
The river beckoned, vast and deep,
And I answered with a leap!

Down I went, into the arms of water,
The chill! It struck me, bone and soul,
And I surged upward, shouting to the stars,
Once! Then twice! My cry rose clear,
For the river’s chill was fierce, and life—ferocious!
The cold, oh, how it gripped me! The cold!

Then to the city heights I ascended,
Sixteen stories of steel and sky,
My heart full of grief, my eyes to the abyss,
And the wind called my name.
I stood at the edge, a lone figure,
The world beneath me vast and still.
I hollered! I wept!
But the height, oh, the height—it stayed my fall,
For life, yes, life, refused to let me go.

High above, the wind whispered—high!

And now, though sorrow presses me close,
Though love has wounded my tender breast,
I stand as the earth stands—resilient, unyielding!
The river flows, the city soars,
And I, too, will sing my song.

Holler if I must! Cry if I must!
But my spirit will not falter—no, not I!
For life is vast, life is fierce,
Life is fine, oh, fine as the morning sun!

Life is mine! Life is thine!
Life is fine!

:: 12.07.2024 ::


Always Against Problems

SHE always lies
in early mornings
to save my feelings

bring me your lips
and don’t forget
your high thoughts

i’m kind -the kind
who some hate
with loving hearts

She holds me against
her problems
i tried / but she died

Hmm…i love the thought
of loving her but she hates
herself so much

She only lies to save my
feelings / i cry \ in spite
to say there’s reasons

i never wanted her to die.

:: 11.26.2024 ::


An Accidental Gift

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Why—Life—art Thou bestowed—on me
In ruthless Mystery
A Wanton Gift of puzzled Might
Condemned Eternally

To what strange Hand could call me forth
From Timeless Oblivion
And thrill my timid Soul to Fear
And quiver Thought—unknown?

No aim before me beckons clear
My Heart an Empty Tune
And dull fatigue the Rhythm wears
Of Life’s unending Rune.

11.11.2024


To Be a Man

To be a man, my beloved, is to walk with grace upon this earth as though each step is upon sacred ground. It is to carry in your heart a deep, boundless love that knows no division, for every soul is your brother, every child, your kin, and every stranger, a part of yourself. Open your hands to give freely, for to be a man is to give without expectation, to serve without seeking reward, and to love even those who turn away from you.

You are called not merely to stand tall, but to bend low, to be humble in spirit, knowing that each blade of grass and each speck of dust belongs to the same Father who formed you. In every leaf, every stone, every sorrowed heart, you see the touch of the Eternal, for you were made to feel the whole world within you and to bear witness to its beauty and its burden.

Strength is not found in the force of arms but in the quiet resilience of a heart that forgives, a soul that remembers no slight. To be a man is to meet suffering without complaint, to bear wounds without bitterness, to carry the cross of compassion through the valleys of the earth. I ask you, my brothers, to love as I have loved, with no pride, no boundary, no end, and to know that in each act of love, you sing a song that joins with the rivers and the winds, a song that carries forth my own.

Stand open before all, in tenderness and truth. To be a man is to let your life be a testament to light, to be a quiet beacon that leads others not to yourself, but to the path of peace and love. And as you walk, remember that you are both the servant and the beloved, both dust and divine, always cradled within the embrace of a Love that never falters, a Voice that forever calls you home.

:: 11.04.2024 ::