shutter release: part une

each day gives..greater gift of time

i have called key to my release away from your hands
and by God... i do declare that i feel free
i am ...emptied of image of my face next to yours
this aimless chase
has ended in what it would only
ever have brought...
death to whatever truth is in my soul
death to brave expression of limitless sensation
death to the call of seemless possibility
life of wonder is in my power to safekeep
and i have locked it away in a place
your darkness can never reach

each day you grow even more unnecessary.

Funsho

it is in these quiet pockets of sweetness/when you...draw me inside circle under your chin that i...remember why i keep you close...you.../lover of my soul...you... peace keeper.../you garnish my...darkest thoughts with...slivers of your.../sweet affection...you/bring to resurrection.../image of how your brown ribbed palm covers...nape of my neck...and them some.../whiskers caress my ear as whispers fill the air...and you/tell me how you adore me.../and through haze of morbid wondering.../through phase of sharp rebirth...you remind me again...to remember to love.../as hard as you love me.../to breathe life to my own breast....to...marshal senses that bring me to place of my senseless passion.../call my pleasure to attention.../to remember you....and how your love is better than life.

...i remember you.

when i grow up

and i speak with... resolute profoundness that belies my years.../what is this sound that has made me glad.../
i am inside waterfall hidden cavern../thundering pillar of power thrusts me into womb carved by the finger of God.../hound dogs are dead.../pursued only by my desire to hear laughter at my funeral.../fireworks at my passing.../charitable memories of me.../the child i touched...the daughter i delivered.../the laughter i wrought.../oh to be bringer of love to a hut full of hurt and bad knowledge.../i want to murder the marauders of childhood virtue.../mad longing for saving grace for the world...drives me on.../like the waves from this here cave..../strong.../i embrace my desire to be great.

let's

new footsteps
new dawn clouds
new fingerprints
tight drawstrings
mountain side car rides
new taste...new race..that ripe new love..on new face
bold dance...consistent partner...my honest soldier...your true heart
come august/new town...
locked in your mind...red wine...dark cafe
never so far from last darkness as i am now
just ahead
welcome.

herald

i am
spirit roused to song
confession seat
i have heard the hurt of saints
i am
beginnings of masterpiece in black and white
deep secret contours...burst of blue light
i am
obatala's head peice
carved out for greatness...ageless
i am
olodumare's vessel of life
one endless orgasm...one and only wife
i am
foolish in love...quick to forgive
master of my heart...captain of my fleet
i am
servant of the Life Giver
soldier for the sinner
born of a Prince...now daughter of the King

come and see these things that make me strong
am i not true child of my father.

...and scene.

silent song in my head...verses from
Sola
Bach
images from Goya
my chemical romance now dead fire and shards of ice
murdered memory of black monster
my hard heart invites a felony
taunting you to steal this decade's resolution
wide open holes in my brain let in refrain of
this new sound
found myself again just in time
innoculated against foolish lust
now (sardonic laugh)
make me love you if you dare.

stranger

tell of the fire in the plain/spread with roar/plaintive strains cut us to our earth/once thief now cold mercenary for Allah.../child has brought shame to...the name of who he calls... Almighty...Peace Bringer/this harbringer of decay ...he../feeds maggots already fat on pestilence of our own hands.../this son of our land.../he has taken his stand and../thought up ways for the world to get caught up.../in rage that will consume his own brothers.../grandmother in hiding shudders.../black lace sari symbol of funeral song written in sand outside clay hut.../ah!! again...you have made mama cry.