Author: poetryfest

Of soul stirring words,
Of the creation of hallowed grounds;
In the mind.
Of expanded intellects,
And sparkling gleams of the Black forms eyes.
On toward higher planes of intellectual existence.
Of a refined mental and emotional disposition.
Of, or pertaining to, the manifest destiny of the Black beings preeminence.
Laboring though the harsh birth of a “New Negro”.
The contemporary representation of that which came before.
Broken out of the chains that kept it close to society’s hegemonic floor.
True to its divine form.
No longer lost in the labyrinth of a lesser mind.
Burdened brows raised to see the message;
That God gave Noah in the rainbow sing,
No more water,
The fire next time.
Fearless Bucks
Releasing spears they are supposed to chuck.
Raised up on the hope that floats
Forcing society to lower its motes.
Maternal captives,
Captive maternal.
Captivating hearts and minds.
Igniting the light of the intellectual infernal.

Her ebullience
silently erodes
my acrid emotions.
The scent of her roses
fill me to sway from my notions.

An epistle of love
will never be enough,
for my love to show
and how buried I am
like the plant in snow.

She was with another man
whom I call a friend.
Little can I control my dopamine
with her in between,
in the triangle with a dead end.

She is the queen of my dreams.
Her easy prattle and
our laughter frozen in time,
pop in and out of mind,
yet, I dare say I’m letting her go.

Paint my skin
green.
Color of the battlefield,
where he fell
asleep.

Paint me green, like the pink
of his seventeen.

Dye me
green—dollar green.
Algal bloom of
greedy souls.

I’m sick and begging
you to colour my pain
the colour of spring.
His emerald eyes,
once full of hope.

Don’t eat the food at Uncle Hades’ house

Don’t eat the fruits at Uncle Hades’ house,
Persephone never heard anything else

Persephone was always told what to do,
… never what she wanted to do …

so when Demeter asked why,
Why did you eat the pomegranate in Uncle Hades’ house?

Persephone answered with the truth–
I wanted to get away from you, mom.
because you never let me do anything,
you constantly give me stability and water but–
i’ve lost my spark–my will to live–

i’m sorry but–

my flowers don’t bloom, mom.

I wanna go home
As the dusk rises
With the sun bending down
And thus, staying there
Until it begins to rise again.

In your car
With the windows down
Does light shine dim
And bright shading the
galaxy, the sky.

Racing down the street
Goes the gas smell and
the steam of engine
rolling and curling, identified
by the neighborhood stoop
kids.

We gather,
We gather.

Our baggage is familiar
The song doesn’t free us
It simply rotates in our
Head.
& on & on
with recognition in our
Eye.

We stare ahead at our
Futures down the road
Away from the homes
Our guts have ever known.

It is dusk quieting us down.
We’re silent now.
No singing
Just dreaming staring
At the center.
The core
Like the hot inside of
The Earth.

We burn
Like a towering inferno
Settling into the far
Distance.

Genre : Futures, Youth, Romance, Fear, Moving Forwar

There are many different children around the world,
some little boys and some little girls,
Different languages and culture,
But all have their peacocks and all have their vultures,
Finding beauty can be hard, before a lullaby makes a wish upon a star.
Earth you came and earth is the heart, remember all dreams are worth it with bits of work that
can be hard, your homework, chores, and other disciplines can get tough, and even parents
should be listening. Don’t cry little butterflies if they don’t, never worry about others who
won’t, with this lullaby you shall not only find rest, but this lullaby will help you through
many tests.
Although it’s different languages learning is important, learn these things ahead and you may
avoid the impulsive, reactions and words that you may say, may this medicine for a rainy day:
Yemojah, Yemojah, mizu’des, mizu’des
Eske nou tande mwen, Eske nou tande mwen,
Te amo, Te amo! (x2s)
English:
Yemojah, Yemojah, it’s water, it’s water
Can you hear me, can you hear me
I love you, I love you!

Despite how different we all are
We are drawn to each other
Like little drops of water finding other little drops of water
Like moths drawn to light
We repulse each other
Slowly like the Moon and Earth
Like magnets

It’s in the human nature to ruin beautiful things
You can see this in things like nature
You can make a mistake and say it’s human nature to make mistakes
No one percent or born with instructions
But how many mistakes are too much for people?

I look in the mirror
when I miss you
I put on your hat
and my daughter
tells me “You look like Papa”
because I do

these pieces of you
that are you and are not you
because they are me
I carry you with me
everywhere I go
and now I understand

that I always have

Ice froze over top of the sand. It swirled
in white waves hard like tile under my feet.
With each step, liquid trapped
by the surface shot out in all directions.
I looked up and stepped over a line of snow
running across the beach. The drift
was crystalline so my foot would crunch
through without resistance if I lowered it.
Water lapped at the shore, tickling
small stones dyed dark gray. Wind whipped
at my face and snuck under my collar.
“Hello Mom,” I said. “It’s been too long.”
The waves whispered back at me
in bubbles of white froth running
up the shore. They spilled over my shoes,
soaking through the hole in the
left heel I always forgot.

Losing your guardian makes the exterior of your heart harder,
When I set a goal, the goalpost continued to move farther,
Away you’re too far I wonder if you hear my new dreams,
You know I’m stubborn and I’ve fallen through the seams,
My head is still held high because I know you believed in me,
You sacrificed a great deal for Jamaal and I to succeed,
We owe you the world three times overI’m going to tell,
Everyone about the mark you made for every book I sell,
Each word will utter the strength I built within,
Your legacy will be a direct reflection of my discipline.