When love is boundless,
It’s ever flowing.
Filling up a heart devoid.
Shining its light through the window to the soul.
A savior for a shattered heart.
A saving grace for a love story untold.
Love’s joy.
It’s like a little bit of heaven in your hands.
To feel its warmth and glory
Is like nothing else.
When darkness burries the sun,
And the world is heavy upon soft shoulders,
Heavy is the load that is carried,
And despair is the emotion that is felt.
One can become blinded by the unknown,
And stricken down by fear.
Possibilities remain at a distance,
As if these are merely thoughts in the wind.
Unclarity has sunken in.
Then along comes the sun.
Love.
Love loves me.
Love believes in me.
Love’s light adorns me.
I hear Love’s voice, and I can see once again.
Love never let’s me suffer,
And Love never let’s me fail.
In my hour of sorrow, it’s Love’s faith, Love’s love, that prevails.
Faith is restored,
And one is guided by your light.
Onward to a righteous path,
I will know no wrong,
Because the Love you share is right.
Don’t know Time’s timeline.
Don’t know where Time hides.
And Mercy is nowhere.
Out of sight, out of mind.
Death’s touch is not selective.
Hearts break and bleed.
Without restoration.
What’s the point,
When Heartache becomes the norm.
Never imagined I’d see yesterday through tomorrow’s eyes.
Hope now blinded once again by the truth,
Of an uncertainty in life that is all too real.
Living in a world full of broken hearts, promises, and paths.
Where is my sunshine and rainbow?
Where is my shovel to dig myself out of this hell of despair and fear?
Where is the train to Anyplace other than here?
What do you do when your heart dries out?
When there’s no blood left to shed?
When the beauty of bodies float away like dust?
When all you can feel is despair?
So many days and nights have my heart cried out,
To hollow ears who hear me not.
Hollow ears don’t hear my screams in the night.
Hollow ears know not my soul’s twists and turns.
And blind eyes don’t see my bloodshed,
When murderous hands perform the devil’s deeds.
So, what do you do when your heart cries out?
When there’s no one who seems to care?
When Enough Is Enough: While attempting to exist and navigate through an unjust system that is unclear as to what justice is, what the fuck are we supposed to do upon being hunted, but revolt?
My Feelings: When will you see me? See us? I can’t stop crying. No matter how righteous I live. No matter how educated I am. No matter how eloquent I speak. No matter how well dressed I am. I can go on and on about how well this, and how well that. Respectability means nothing, and I very well know it. Respectability will never save me from a bullet, and I know it. Nor will it ever shield me from the cruelty of white supremacy. No matter how much of a good human being I am, I’ll always be seen to some folk as an animal. A savage. A gang member. Uneducated. Sub human. A thing to be murdered, and tossed away like garbage, as if my life is worthless. When folk see the color of my skin, they don’t see me. They don’t see us. They see only what they’ve been taught to see and know. It’s America as I’ve grown to understand it. Sad. And I’ll spend the rest of my life fighting against a system that insists on fighting against me.
My heart weeps of sorrow,
In the darkest hour of the night.
Tears are shed inside,
Deep within my soul.
Yet, my tears can be seen and felt.
The weight of an unjust world
Has taken its toll.
It rests upon my shoulders,
And the load is much too heavy.
I’m tired,
As my weakened heart barely beats.
My heartache is too much to stand.
America has been killing me consistently.
A slow death it has been.
No knife to the heart.
No bullet to the dome.
Injustice will be my demise.
Won’t even have time to bid thee farewell.
Another black body blows in the dust.
It’s a sad song about us.
It’s about me.
It’s about you.
It’s what happens when black changes it’s hue.
It’s what happens when beautiful black turns to blue.
A vivid image I see
when I close my eyes.
A wild imagination
that allows desires to live freely.
I see us in a strong embrace,
as we let time suspend until forever.
The warmth of your body
electrifies my soul.
A simple touch
ignites feelings unknown to the mind.
Voice as smooth as silk,
it carries me beyond the clouds,
and makes me believe I’ve reached the gates of Heaven.
Eyes as beautiful as the sun,
they draw me closer to you.
And then I awake.
I still feel this surreal reality from deep within,
and the memories engrained will forever linger on.
My Quiet Fire In A Busy City 