Author: poetryfest

I cried myself to sleep last night, because this world has grown so cold, and the youth my never live to be old. For the future of this country, and because wealth is based on money!

I cried myself to sleep last night, for all the Mike Browns, Eric Garners, Trayvon Martin’s, and Sean Bells. For the ones who have been murdered, but the no snitch rule says you bet not tell.

I cried myself to sleep last night for we want equality, but we’re dying off real soon. I asked God why so many of our young men have to die in their youth.

I cried myself to sleep last night for all the senseless crime and murders. Leaning on my own shoulder, wondering what we can do? I cried so bad hoping that you would hear my cry and start cry too.

I cried myself to sleep last night for bestiality, rapes and homosexuality, thinking really this has become our new morality.

I cried myself to sleep last night wanting to take a powerful stand, hoping you won’t be the next black man, starring at a gun and pleading please don’t shoot.

I cried myself to sleep last night because the KKK is growing stronger, and with that being true, pretty soon love will be out numbered.

I cried myself to sleep last night for humanity’s sake, asking God to get rid of all this hate, because so many innocent lives are being taking at a rapid rate.

I cried myself to sleep last because I have two boys, hoping and praying that they would be able to survive and make it in this dying world.

I cried myself to sleep last night because of wealth’s new meaning, in the middle of my cry, I was hoping I was just day dreaming about what I was seeing.

I cried myself to sleep last night because education is becoming obsolete, and for all the people dying on these evil streets.

I cried myself to sleep last night for all the kids without a father, thinking to myself how these dads are such cowards.

I cried myself to sleep last night for the girls who have to twerk, it’s sad because they think their life is such a joke.

I cried myself to sleep last night because they can’t understand their value and being on world star has become “America’s” new idol.

I cried myself to sleep last night thinking of a master plan and saying to myself my people just don’t understand.

I cried myself to sleep last night thinking of all the wings that won’t soar and how come so many people don’t believe in themselves any more.

I cried myself to sleep last night because we all could really just get along, all while listening to and singing them old Negro songs.

I cried myself to sleep last night wondering why we can’t get this right, Police brutality, education and these stupid street fights.

I cried myself to sleep last night saying a movement won’t come, until it’s their son, who die by the hands of a murderer who was hired to protect them.

I cried myself to sleep last night wanting change, the reason I cried is because I know things will remain the same!

I cried myself to sleep last night with a heavy heart, trying to figure out what will it take for us to start, getting along and loving one another…because truth be told we are all really just brothers.

I cried myself to sleep last night thinking of the prisons and trying to understand the man’s vision. Check this out please understand and hear me clearly, their building more jails, yet closing schools, this should really tell yawl what they think of our youth.

I cried myself to sleep last night saying if we all got on the same page, it would help to get rid of all this rage.

I cried myself to sleep last night because human life has lost its value, any time you can shoot a man down and your only defense is standing your ground. Even when you were told to mind your own business but you took the law in your own hand, and figured you would just end it. A life so young and a promising future. But we rallied and marched. Yet where did that get us. Only more lives were taking after that and it crazy because were sleeping and can’t see the dominion affect.

I cried myself to sleep last night how could we not get it. All the pain, some people think it’s just a game, and the rap music makes no darn sense it’s driving me insane. It glorifies drugs, guns, sleeping with tons of women and materialistic things. Yet you never hear them rapping, I went to college got a degree. But I’m the one you want to silence because no one wants to hear me, the truth, and how we can save today’s youth!

I cried myself to sleep last night for the guilty men walking free, asking God how could this be. How can murder be justified, saying they have created a new genocide, thinking we can’t let this ride, it’s time to get rid of this pride.

I cried myself to sleep last night thinking of how our true leaders were selfless and cried out Lord you have to help us because of the war that’s going on. Give us all wisdom, to know if we would just come together and stand strong, then and only then we can right this wrong.

I cried myself to sleep last night but I’m only one person I can’t do it alone. I need help a lot of help, for it to be all over, the crimes, rapes, stupid fights, and the senseless murders.

I cried myself to sleep last night and when I woke up it was all the same, the only thing I could do was call on Jesus Christ’s name. Asking him to help you see that what is going on affects your own community.

I cried myself to sleep last night hoping that you would get it soon and want to help. Because we all are in the same gang, and need each other to survive. Like Nino Brown we have to ask ourselves are we really our brother’s keeper?

But this is not a movie this is real life you see, even on the back of a dollar it says” in God we trust”. He has the answers that you and I need and we must seek his guidance because we definitely need his help.

I cried myself to sleep last night hoping you would join the movement, if not our youth, our communities, innocent lives will just keep being ruined.

I cried. I cried for our future. We won’t have one pretty soon. I cried hoping that the entire world would hear me, and see, that it’s time to stop crying; start doing; start loving; and start caring; We must come together, and do what’s needed to be done! Then and only then, will love outnumber. We can all yell the victory is ours, we won…Let me ask you a question is can you please help me to stop crying?

My acacia tree the grand umbrella sun heat and shade the mix of you……..I the beast using the loins flesh a small morsel for clearing my pallet.

I the pale Rider have made the dark continent my own in soul to spirit. I ask for nothing but life itself to see what should not be seen, from heaven to dust. To many I death personified by sight, to others an other worldly spirit…shunned and venerated which is me.

Desert Sands and the lonely place never the permanent home for the nomadic. The constant March two steps forward one back we call the pulling.

The singing sand it’s haunting I hum alone……..always alone the loneliest of sad songs. The lullaby of the heart I call it, for me, then me, and just me.

It’s the way of it for the dark continents diversity, it like the pulling of the sheets in the mind changing always on the horizon. From north to south and all in between eyes wide to the magic the myth of her.

The soil deep red offers little for the following fool, as without a justification for sweet nectared coffee flowers and honey, the weak Parish withered, in skin wraped bones contorted the empty vessels strewed around me like so many leaves.

It’s to the wondering eyed soul my spirit world, a destiny on the Serengeti doing the whispering to eachother in silence and scene.

Feeling the infrasound of the elephants talking from end to end the deep rumblings, I cry humble tears I the speck amongst the mighty.

Tall grass and you my wind blown Dusky hued Maiden in Morning mist and willdabeast dance. The Horizons filled and fields vultures on the meal of yet another’s flesh. There There is a beauty to the beasts…..predator……pray…….then scavenger’s.

To Kilimanjaro the phallic center of my Africa, your Africa, ours, as I do share not the shellfish one, to our end into the cloud forests and the wild things surrounding us.

The cool place where we fire the heart sweat, and the sweet thigh.The next meal, you my sweet as it’s In the tasting in small portion’s That will last forever plus one…..my sweet dessert. No way to be closer than to consume you complete till there is no more wanting……..which is never.

Upper canopy the new unbrella of sheltering lifes green gift.The air cool in the moment…….as the fires needed we listen to the peacock talk our soothing, forest sounds the accompaniment the Orchestra the world travelers delight.

The enemy of my enemy I say not, but flesh of my flesh more fitting, as once consumed we two… will be one…. and no more…… I shall ride the black beast to continents end, as I the owner Africa my Africa, no enemy of my enemy flesh of my flesh no longer.

I love and treasure my body? hell no.
Not in this lifetime.
Is food my jam or not my jam?
Food is a fat girl’s jam.
Skinny girls,
Crack or wine? A pack of smokes.
Instead of telling me what to do, or what to eat,
Just duct tape my lips already.

Uber eats. A fat girl’s bacon
Food on demand is just to easy.
Robbed.
Of health and money.
Just stop. Stop it. Duct tape my lips.

Weight watchers in elementary school.
A lifetime of yo-yos. A stupid toy and
A stupid diet. Diet is to starve is to eat more
is to become fatter.

Pizza house worker, lose weight
Eat lots of pizza and chicken fingers.
Fattest calves, don’t wear a skirt.
Don’t want to be fat
Be invisible but be visible
Slap a smile, crack a joke and be the
Best damn actress. Rock the stage
She’s earned the time to shine, so
Remove the duct tape just one night.

More trauma. I’m a pro. Stuff it down.
Add icecream on top. All flavors.
It’s bad to discriminate. Equal opportunity
Flavors and bad news boys.
Bad boys are good reminders
Of self-hate and voicelessness.

Voiceless? Not me. Not me now.
I’m a loud and proud feminist. Or am
I? Maybe I just put on a show.
I can’t say my lines.
Is duct tape working? Nah.
Just don’t care. Who cares?

I want to be skinny.
Enough to run around the house?
Hell no, I might twist my ankle.
Exercise is dangerous.
Save the fat girl.
Duct tape her lips

Strokes of dark suit, brisk air show,
Whose banal awakenings fire up the sky—
Holy Grail bowed by Jupiter’s anti-gravity,
Atonements seek the township of unity.
You arrive at odds in unison, falling here
For better redemption; becoming beguilingly,
You wear your magician’s hat, or caution
By it like wingless angels in disguise.

Collectively, like unhinged gods, flattered,
Continuous and contiguous you live; status quo
You are the visage of the walls for an autocracy
Uprooted; at work constant with uniformity,
Not easy not hard, like memes without stories,
Peoplehood
Without footprints for the sake of humanity?

The mattress is fit.
It feels inviting:
A hug,
Kiss,
Unzip of a ruse.

Silent,
Stiff,
Lonesome,
Deaf and mute,
It is a bed for dreams.
–her stuff is melancholy.

Here they are
On the bed she once bought :
He holds papers,
Then takes a sleeping aid.
The man vanishes
Into the last frontier,
At five centimeters
from drowning into the carpet.

She sees life
Move around the dark
bedroom drapes.
Where is the guy
Who vowed to love her?

It is past and gone.
The bed she bought years before

Oh, a king-size bed never to move.
Never to feel a hug.
Never to breathe love.
He keeps distant:
Work and sleep.
Rerun stock game
He is the only one to play.

She is now free
Of any green spectacles.

The idol
Selfishness builds
Becomes a rude statue of salt.
Sent naïf tears
To her old merry-go-round movies,
Beyond the sullen drapes,
Around their bed, it was so cold.

She discards masquerade.
Tricked no more, she sets apart
Love from brine.

Now, she detects his contours.
Who wants his embrace?

She carries newborn ideas
For a life of song and care.
She rejects a secondhand turn.

Ready to shell out,
She blooms
And, Woman,
She shines again.

70 today
Happened so fast
Can’t get past
The wrinkles and lines
A few Signs
Of success,
Failures far more
Mistakes and regrets
And yet
A family I love
Friends I adore
Alone but not lonely
If only…
If only no regrets
that pull like quicksand
But I must stand
And believe I’m not done
What God has begun
I will continue to live
And give
Rather than take
(Which I do so well)
But let me excel
For the time I have left
To do my best as a man
As a brother
As an uncle and as a friend
Until the end
Today, tomorrow, or years from now
However much time God will allow
As my last breath I do release
Finally and irrevocably
Eternal peace.

There was a man who had a wife
He thought she would be with him the rest of his life
They had been together so many years
Through good times and bad, through laughter and tears
It wasn’t always easy but as the years passed
They created a life together they thought would last
When one day an intruder made its presence appear
You’re not wanted…get out of here!
But it refused to leave and continued to spread
The man and wife were now filled with dread
There was hope for treatment but she wouldn’t be cured
Their bond was tested yet their faith endured
But things happened so quickly and so fast
The man soon realized this cannot last
As her condition worsened he grew sad
Taking solace in the memories of the life they once had
With each passing week she could do less and less
He tried holding it together but was a bit of a mess
And a decision was made while she lay in bed
Not to continue to treat her but comfort her instead
He thought of all that had happened before
As she closed her eyes which would open no more
And it came to be before too long
This angel named Angela was called home and gone

The depression follows me. But I try to be faster.
It keeps coming after me, trying to grab me with its claw suddenly.
Still, I try to be faster than it.
I’m starting seven more musical projects, another coping mechanism.

I keep a diary, I write some poems.
My thoughts are flying in a thousand directions.
I would say that now I am at my creative peak
But it’s just pain, it’s nothing like native.

The depression follows me. I’m still faster than it
I run down the street, towards the unknown, looking for the way
Looking for that quiet life before it appeared
I keep lying to myself that it’s just a passing phase.

The depression follows me. It doesn’t give a damn, it’s really a nuisance,
It approaches me, it lies to me that it comes with peaceful thoughts
Then it hits fully without any management
It leaves me stripped of my personality, without coherent thoughts.

The depression got me. It’s not just a passing phase
It is a condition, confirmed, cataloged as incurable
Maximum you can do, a dormant state,
But whence this without a coherent mind.

The depression follows me. Wow, it really is a reliable friend
From your life, it said that it’s not leaving, it is living a noble life
It only takes a few months and you get used to it
You guessed its intentions on the spot.

I managed to put it in a dormant state
I think now I have a different mind, may be coherent.
Apparently there are two of us now living in me
My personality, and IT, whenever returns for real.

What good am I

What am I good at

What porpoise do I have

Other people seem way more

Important and talented than me

Am I dull and worthless

I feel like a no body

Just a waste of space

What good am I