Mystyc Poems: Urban Disaster Of Words!

Cracked glass shade and a dusty lamp

But it still shines

For the headache that stresses my brow

The matress on a old wooden floor

And  how people stare at me like I’m nude on cold streets

Let it shine,let it shine,let it shine

Times I wanted to open that door and walk away leaving them behind

Wanting to pick up that kitchen knife and send you to hell

The shit you say

Shine

For times I feel so ashamed and not wanted by no one

Instigators as neighbors and friends

Going from a hut to a house and back again

Let it shine,let it shine,let it shine

For  ignorence from my people

AIDS killing those who deny and are branded 666 and 999

My brothas and mommas in a cage

If anyone should be love-hungry today and wroth

Shine

For being fifth in line

And  larger than life’s wife

Everyday cravings I can’t defy

Let it shine,let it shine,let it shine

Everywhere I go

When I fall down and the lite goes out I’ll get back up with skinned knees and shine

Jesus gave it to me

Can’t help but cry

Twisted wings and extravegence bearing crows and cat-flings

Shine,shine

This lil lite of mine!

 

THEY MUST TURN FROM YOU ONE BY ONE

THE CALLING OF BLUE SKY AND CLOUDS KISS DEW

WALK AWAY YOU WITHOUT THAT MARK OF BEAST UNDONE

WASHED FACE IN TEARS HIDDEN IN YEARS TWO TIMES FIVE OF TEN

HE WISHPERED YOUR NAME AT THAT MORN

SO EVE BLEED FREELY YOUR REIGN

A PRESSENCE WEILDS DEEPTH THEE WITHIN

YOUR LIFE BREATHES SELF LOVE OF THE SPARROW

DON’T BE AFFENDED BY THE PAIN OF LOSING THE FLESH

THE AFTER IS CALLING YET YOU ASHAME YOUR KIN

WOUNDED REFLECTION OF ONCE GOLDEN BY NAMES BESEEKEN

THEY MUST BE WROUGHT OF WRATH

DON’T BE WEARY OF FLYING PAST BEFORE AND AFTER

CHILD OF NINE PAST ELEVEN HOUR

THE WINGS BE HEAVY AS MIGHT OF SHAME FROM THEM

SLEEP IN THE BELLY OF CONFUSION OF SON OF MAN

OPEN ARE YOU TO ENDLESS FLIGHT.

As I sit here on a seat you know too well I think about yesterday…

The coldness of the day and how it’s like my persona looking at me in a mirror

Of toilette paper hanging down like vines made of white woolen dew

Of my breathe coming faster than you

Sky blueish-grey perfection

And the uneatten berries dangling from thin trees

That be like I

The sweet blowing in a chilled desolutional bless

Of my dry skin looking like a desert place in Saharah kissed by Summers’s lips

I ponder

Hear my voice being  smoothed over satin hues of brown

Hers and his of sistergirl and boo boy

But I sigh and look at the white plaster in my sanction of poverty and jilted moods

I rise like Maya in humbled sciptures to the door

Look at me in the mirror

Just a reflection of someone I ain’t ready to face

Close my eyes and open my wings

To love and freedom

Digital things

Today was yesterday

Food for thought and thought acquired.

There’s a sayin bout the one

He’ll love you and shit like that

Right my friend right

Not me why?

See I found somethin that can’t be understood

Strange relationships

A Coke and a smile then a wave awhile

And some so desire me in there beds more than heads

Find that oddly bemusin

Maybe I’ve found him,but he ain’t belovin the red bone in me

He misbehaven and not readin me thru this here poetry nah

Like things I can’t stand cause my nerves like a gun

Bore me boom ya dead

Didn’t mean to cause cold tears on a Summer’s night

Sawry

He gots a jones deep in ivory bones,but mine be broken

Just an angel with twisted wings covered in stretch marks

Boils and itchy things

Creep…creep inside me slowly

I like…it

Not to be sexual but you ain’t here now to ease my cravin

Love me like a sister,but I love you like a sun god Rah to be

The one?

Huh just a lonely number  on my speed dail to hell.