Self promising

art of Black Love 2

sententia from Najee

flute in garden serenade

admiring composition of the song

especially a certain section where

vocals are inclusions

all perfect touches a brilliant phase

signaling ears to heed pumping brakes

for the trifling pursuit of the clandestine

of a nurturing locus has tunneled too far

outside jurisdiction

aware of delicate division

in recent encounters sprung

from deepening flawless rumble

unmatched pleading in alluring descent

from where the relenting came from

no suppression for fetching want

there will be soon

presenting the dedicated…it is to be

I am… self promising

yellow on this canvas


might want to come visit, garishly peer

come back get a load of this yellow on canvas

it don’t just sit here satisfied amongst shades

may won’t to drink it into the psyche

curb taking chances blinking as it will soon

burst… sun splashing on veneers

smoke screens with nothing to conceal

cause it’s Yella Lemon Cella

yellow mellow twinkling and sprinkling all past Dawn

existing on occasions cavalier

laughing like the phenomenon it eyah’ (is)

don’t bothering adjusting the screen

touch it,,,it solidifies in shiftless grasp

gather hasty eyefuls…it is center pharaonic

Life into story

turned life into story
so I wouldn’t have to carry nightmares
and disadvantage
devastation can’t find comfort in my arms
close to where motivation is seated

between the fortress guarding ardor
veins and passions are caged
enemies that didn’t used to be
mouth’s lacking the fortitude of erroneous
have but a smidgeon of honor and nobility

not realizing what they release to the atmosphere
comes back as a boomerang in threes
intent on coveting lies by the bag… limping to the grave

(they think they walk upright)

holy and glowing about the dome
keeping it in place with hands so it don’t
fall by the way
I turn life into story
that way I have separated myself
and I got no business
because what has the light in common
with gloom


I plan repetitiously in bloom
move on…a side of sunset with my aim

To greatness (and self imposed)

I tell you how great you are
you drop off my radar…I knew you would not stay
upon your failure I scramble for the broom
cause you ain no bodies failure…everybody make mistakes
but your mistakes make you greater for goodness sakes
you an ingrate but I still loves your feathers
come blowin past me like a Spring breeze
well sometimes you stop and say hello
write your signature across my surprise
I’m always thankful you came by but then…
there you take flight again going to spin those epic epiphany
I love so well but can’t you tell
and when you open your mouth to spell
you sound like I think if I heard Moses, he would sound
you sound like Billie Holiday
you sound like Zora Neal Hurston
you sound like Shakespeare
you sound like Edgar Allen Poe
you sound like Ursula
and you sound like Marilyn
yep Monroe and poems nobody realized while she was woke
and I still cherish you…here
but you are a star who knows that
and though you’re a monument to me now
you will drop off and disappear soon
and I’ll stay put … not seek refuge on the moon
just for you-95yp watching you soar

he starts the music

see him

want to speak him

he starts the music

where’s my microphone

leather jacket wrapping

look at the lips

the teeth

the eyes

his wine

fragrant with a million men

hosed and sprayed against the wall

he doesn’t fall

and fails to fold

hard he ripples

fist fastidious it did wave

look at his  arm cut and suave

it grows from his scalp in twines and sage

I want to talk of him

he who can not be squared

appears through smoke drapes undisputed

must speak him

he starts the music

where’s my microphone

Quotation marks

Let me break this down so that it can be forever and consistently broke, (I’ve been waiting for a chance to say that) besides I have always had a Jones for Isaiah Washington. When I do this stuff it is like the clothes that don’t have a chance to cool in my closet with the tags… before hot on my runway, a garment that is dying to hang on me cause I’m gone take it to task and then I think, “Ya’ll better be glad I’m still struggling at the reservation and I don’t have Tyler Perry money, (Actually his money isn’t necessary). How about someone bought me lottery tickets as a gift and I scratched myself some extra change. Sister’s pride and envy wouldn’t be able to take the “galore” I have aimed, cocked and ready to spray from arsenals, (Let’s not be mistaken. I don’t own any authentic weapons and these “arsenals” aren’t real. It is just a metaphor sir…it’s just a metaphor) but man it hurt and stunned, thinking about my men relatives, (Have they had, “the talk”) and while they are 30-ish year old men, I’m going to type out multiple text and send, chase with obeisance to discuss there not be a repetition of 5 in one week cause it seemed that way, please not even a month) so GOD grant me the shoes so that I keep on walking cause when I’m done you will continue being the ONLY, ultimately the one to break it down so that it will be forever and consistently… broke (love that part).

so saddity (arrogance)

so arrogant

as if premier chosen
scraped knuckles bent
white nails
okay maybe beige
fingers arched in the throes
hearts thrashing
liquid beads flinging
up all night
but you

so arrogant

scribe upon shoulders
gradually cranked
by a lever from uppity neurons
get a lil’ more acclaim
we all gone be insane
ill from the point of your nose
lookin down
on the criminally novice
first timer’s baring honesty
it’s your brilliance
got you too smart
it’s your timing
got your mass swollen
it’s the worship of pagans
got you too inflated
it’s the caliber of ink
got you
you without hint
can’t see through visor
gold encrusted lashes

groupie by definition
your own magic

yeah you prodigy
but it isn’t your planet

so arrogant