Her smile might have hidden a fractured state, but the joy was feral.
Love by the gallon poured down her perfect touch.
Fresh flowers, a hint of caramel-- lingering in the air she leaves.
I call her name, caught up in how sweet it sounds, it quickly turns to semantic satiation where nothing has meaning anymore.
Her kiss is flavorful.
Read MoreI have folded my sorrows into the mantle of summer night,
Assigning each brief storm its alloted space in time,
Quietly pursuing catastrophic histories buried in my eyes.
And yes, the world is not some unplayed Cosmic Game,
by Joi Tramuel
I never seen him in the battlefield.
But I know he was afraid because he had on his uniform.
Melanin equals unicorn.
To their rose bushes I am but a thorn.
So I took my own branches and created a crown.
Read MoreBy Joi Tramuel
#BlackLivesMatter
Even under Proposition 215
Legalize it! That’s the chatter.
Every state patiently waiting their turn.
First a little oil then progress to medical conditions and terms.
You people can’t wait to open a dispensary! ...
Read MoreWhen white people go to Mars, I’m gonna be dancing in the street!
When white people go to Mars, we will finally be free!
When white people go to Mars, another pale face I will not see!
When white people go to Mars, don’t let them come back for free!
The cocoon had been somewhat comfortable, but it was confining. Worst of all, I could see outside of it.
I had only consumed the mental and spiritual nectar, that my parents wanted me to eat. I hungered for a broader menu intellectually, and for a more diverse range of acceptable companions, besides the ones who were stuck in cocoons like myself.
Read MoreYour legacy will make no mention of a killer
Your neck will not hang from a vine in history’s mist
The stars align to the frequency of your breathing pattern
Black boy find the will to persist.
Read More
Youth? What youth?
We have forced our children to grow up too soon
We expose them to adult experiences and wonder where things go wrong
You might not think it’s that serious but it’s more serious than you think
Read More“Stars have aligned as
the planets collide. I’ve lost
my mind to worse things.”
Amiri Baraka (1934-2014)
Rest.
"A poet, thinker, writer, activist, teacher/student, lover, friend, sister, hip hop artist."
Read More
“accept who you really are, your esteem shouldn’t be a mystiquerepeating the same tired letdowns to whom you care not reach
returning it in a spirit of mutual honesty not an option but a must”
“call me a liar for generously spreading the basis of trust”
The CG Chronicles – @MelzieC
Read more: Call Me A Liar
Capture
A poem by Chrissy Davis ... You Say Potatoe, I Say Potato
You see a whore
I see a woman
Someone's daughter, lost and broken
Not knowing how to find her way home
~ In The Face of Indigo
Have you dug the spill
Of Sugar Hill?
Cast your gims
On this sepia thrill:
Brown sugar lassie,
Caramel treat,
Honey-gold baby
Sweet enough to eat.
Peach-skinned girlie,
Coffee and cream,
Chocolate darling
Out of a dream.
Walnut tinted
Or cocoa brown,
Pomegranate-lipped
Pride of the town.
Rich cream-colored
To plum-tinted black,
Feminine sweetness
In Harlem’s no lack.
Glow of the quince
To blush of the rose.
Persimmon bronze
To cinnamon toes.
Blackberry cordial,
Virginia Dare wine—
All those sweet colors
Flavor Harlem of mine!
Walnut or cocoa,
Let me repeat:
Caramel, brown sugar,
A chocolate treat.
Molasses taffy,
Coffee and cream,
Licorice, clove, cinnamon
To a honey-brown dream.
Ginger, wine-gold,
Persimmon, blackberry,
All through the spectrum
Harlem girls vary—
So if you want to know beauty’s
Rainbow-sweet thrill,
Stroll down luscious,
Delicious,
fine
Sugar Hill.
~
Langston Hughes
Raven's Brew by
Christina P. Davis
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
My copy arrived this morning. I skimmed through the contents to get a feel for the book. The titles are creative and grabbed my attention, the actual poem(s) held it. I began reading on the ride to work (Mass Transit - Never read & drive),while at lunch, break and on the ride home. I was unable to stop reading, I read each once, twice and thrice. First to gain an understanding of the writers intentions, second to gain understanding of my own interpretation and lastly to relate that understanding to my personal experiences. I love poetry and appreciate the way writers effectively communicate by colliding words through thought onto paper. This is a book review, so Raven's Brew inspires creative thought through a series serendipitous occurrences ...
"Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby."
~Langston Hughes
“Dirty water pooled beside the faded blooms of summer. I wet my toes. I knew better but I wet my feet. I knew better but I wet my legs. I knelt and wet my thighs. Dirty water warmed my skin against the cooling wind. I touched my cheeks. I knew better but I touched my lips. I knew better but I touched my eyelids. I touched my ears. Dirty water dried to muddy stains among the silk and cotton. I sat and prayed for rain.”
-September
I believe the author and I are on some Virgo-Libra Cusp type tip, because we always seem to be in tune with our thoughts.
“I know that you believe you understand what you think I said, but I'm not sure you realize that what you heard is not what I meant.”
I know what inspired this writing and we discussed that off line, but I was compelled to post it because it shared a common theme with a few of my latest post; self-nurturing, truth and honesty.
When its difficult for us to feel harmonious & peaceful, it’s usually a battle in our head. A battle between two negative brothers or sisters … aggression and passivity {My money is on them being sisters} These two generally play bad cop, good cop. Aggression comes in the form of a reprimand, imputing blame or guilt and harassment. We allow her unwarranted & irrational thinking because her sister passivity is a smooth talker and plays the role of good cop, she brings self-doubt, separation from self and the belief that we will not completely evolve.
Most of us figure it out, realizing it's really bad acting and we discover our true self, which is the realization of our goodness and our value. That self awareness is what allows us to live in harmony & to be at peace with our decisions and all of life.
Live Well,
Mr. "God, if I can’t have what I want, let me want what I have" TramueL
