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Systemic Risk

Who told you it would be like you said/(sarcastic chuckle) …how dare you speak thoughts hidden in your head../and…expect life to …respect your wishes…/…what the fuck did you think you were doing…/when you…/spread your limbs…/and asked the sun to… embrace your feelings…/now…burnt and broken…you…come to your source/…pray to a new force…/to…somehow …make it right…/listen…as…bright voice…exposes your surly soul…/calling to you to…/cast aside.. your black orientation../take on that…risky disposition…/that will…push you to…faith/to…power that you dare not…cannot see/because like…Moses you….would have to turn aside before you can…see the great sight that would…show you the love available…if you would only…let shit just fucking be…./that will…give you those…rights undeniable..if you would only…believe…and just…/fuck all that…”he promised me that special moon beam but tore through my dream’s seam…and she fucked him…like he wasn’t my husband…like we weren’t once a team…and my son killed that girl like…she wasn’t only eighteen…and my future is so fucking bitter…cos I lost my job and …my wife thinks I’m a quitter…/who told you that…you…couldn’t let that beast free…reach for something better…/taste…a new kinda nectar…/sing in harmony all by yourself to… a whole new score…/shit…live your life to the rhythm of a fucking iambic pentameter…/experience all new shit you never got to see before…/find and ride within His blissful ambiance…/let your Maker change your vision to a whole new version of…living…./in a different way…in the same world…./shit just fucking think…/and come up with a whole new version of you.

Amar-“To dance”

Moving past terrible thoughts/shuck and jive to a whole new vibe/pirouette to fine sounding duet/slip and slide to funky sound/funky love/deep sunken resolve/I indulge in new legal drug/sweeter than ganja/sensual like the samba/I relish thought of moving in time with you/through drumbeat/cymbal crash/stomping feet/unabashed/island wind through your mind/face pressed against the tip of my ass/ as you pass your palm over my belly/home to one of us/with hands above my head I set my feet free/I soul dance.

Obama 1/20/2009

I.
Switch in time/shift of tide/rock resting on sandy ocean floor/begins to move in time to a new sound…/water churns back…/fast!.../to unveil land forgotten…/bones besotted…/with the passion of long time past…/they clamor against each other for freedom from bonds cast in iron and rock…/eyes downcast then in death…/now lids fringed with kinky lash /…pulled up by praise reverberating for the warrior bringing new victory home…/land now free from shadow of a dome/ with…slick molten floors…/red slashed walls…/lash thronged backs…/crash!!/prison doors clang to stone floors…/feet dash/black and blue hands clap…/in synch with smooth thunder after swollen storm…/ancestors’ heartbeats bid them hence…/shout with one soul…/arise brothers…change has come…change has come…change….has….come!

II.
I sit naked and watch dark eyes…/chase away dark cloud…/on that dawn after the darkness/strength behind his brown stretched flesh/banishing visions of blade against throat/gunmoke scorching eyes…/fire scorching flesh…/of young dark man dangling on dank willow tree/I sit naked…./…flesh bumpy from the burn of strange imagination…/brought forth to all like me despite machinations…/by god killers to destroy the spirit of a land../hungry for a hero…/I sit naked…/soul yearning for the feel of a man unafraid to be brother…/expected to be father…/forever son…/I sit naked…/reliving my birth../at this birthing of a new time…/I give myself a new name.

…living spaces…

shutter release/i capture picture of those pieces in my mind’s spaces that make it home/feng shui coaxed to the hilt/i feel at peace with the loveseat/deep red rose cushion deep/deep mahogany armoire…reservoir for colorful pieces that speak of/the places i have been/cairo…calcutta…/i maximize the space within the scene/de-clutter…./ornate lamp illuminates my eye pools...within which…/kindred…traveler waded…/shaded oasis/we bask in the sanctuary of this sweet company/fertile refuge within sand stormy desert of an otherwise dried up existence/he wallows with me/…later we rest on palm shaded lake front/leaves swaying above….you know…how those palm fronds next to that antique corner cabinet/bow to sweet breeze of our smooth conversation…/flowing freely from tongue to ear to mind to heart…/we speak ourselves to sleep…/curled up within each other…/love scent…/sweet spasms…/we dream in color…/deep earthy reds…hot browns…royal bluettes…permutations of sea green…/we decorate each other’s dreams…./so when we awake…/it is to a living space fit for framing in that perfect place in the room…reserved solely for this perfect picture.

cycology

round and round…/my mind spins in the dreadful circle/ that is tortured thought/and I cannot find my way out of its whirling wonderings/aimless meanderings into/”how could u have done this”/”how could I have allowed that”/”negro who the fuck was that?!!!”/and I go to the psycologist to predict/where this cycology would conclude/and all she can tell me is/wait for the healing/pray for a time of unfeeling/for it will come/again for you/remember?/but I am yet unconvinced../even tho I remember the feeling of not too long ago freedom of heart/all I can see now/is my now state of cycological chaos/and I pray God for release/that time in the night when /sleep mocks me/and I am traumatized by the twittering sound of the children awake in my head/at play with the dreams that should calm them into quietude/yet I send another supplication/to the God of my father/approve my application/for the peace you boasted only You could give/and throwing the Book at Him/He cannot but see my misery/and pity His wayward child …that is me/and again He delivers me…/from the cycology of my own making/I know that tomorrow it will be better.

love’s accounts

taking stock of how things have settled on the scales/I wonder if I ever wagered to win/warning rang loud and true /at the onset of this /mad infatuation/with you/yet I limped forward/blows from all sides/warning of my impending death/in that final ringing round/still I found/ reasons to stick around/…and now chronicling my passage through tunnels/each step telling of the dearth of that once wildly burning feeling…/I see now that that was all it was…/fleeting feeling/missing the depth that makes the seas/the everlasting force they were made to be/from the foundation of our world/our foundation weak at its inception/has transformed what seemed then to be../a grand edifice /salute to our conjoined hearts/into a crumbled heap/forever mocking/our now obvious stupidity/my personal culpability/I send an apology to my heart/oh my heart! How I have wounded thee….yet again.