Coming Undone As One

Posted in TBC on October 29, 2015 by drevolutionary1

Sitting here
on the edge of tomorrow.
Meandering along
the precipice of now.

Worrying, wondering,
my brow furrowed.
Cause and effect dance
beyond my purview.

I question me.
Why neural circuits
fire and flurry,
but don’t switch off.

Why do certain patterns
inculcate into everyday life?
Self-destruction and…
at the same time progress.

Right now the nadir reigns.
And it feels beyond my choice.
But in my heart of hearts,
the acme can always prevail.

The key is lost in this world.
In my life’s experiences.
Like a needle in a haystack.
But will I recognize?

Will I see that which
frees me of 3 dimensions?
Allows transcendent joy
and makes the work easy?

Though weary I must press.
Push with all my might.
Until bones break and
Myosin filaments wear out.

Till the fibers of my soul
lay shredded and bare–
watered with sweat,
spinkled with blood and tears.

Black boy.

Posted in African-American, blackness, LGBT, Love, Poetry with tags , , , , , on July 4, 2015 by drevolutionary1

Beautiful black boy
You are me and I am you
But I don’t understand
Why you do the things you do

Beautiful black boy
Let’s not play hide-and-seek
Because we’ll never win
Even if you peek

Beautiful black boy
I know you don’t see me
But I hope you see you
Learn to love we

Beautiful black boy
You are worth something
More than the eye sees
More than a one-night fling

Beautiful black boy
You are a now a man
A force to be reckoned
A voice to be heard

Beautiful black man
You don’t have to prove yourself
With body counts and body bags
Furtive glances, bulges and sags

Beautiful black man
Put away the shade
Conserve it for those hot days
Bask in the sunshine

Beautiful black man
You are not judge and jury
Nor executioner
But I know you fury

Beautiful black man
I love you
You’re a provider
You’re a nurturer

Beautiful black man
You can woo me
with intentful stares warm embraces
not the stereotypes on TV

Beautiful and black
Black and beautiful
Loyal, steadfast, dutiful
All these things I’ll stay true to you

Beautiful is black is beautiful is black is beautiful…

The Battle And The War

Posted in Affirmations, Love, Musings, Poetry with tags , , , , on July 4, 2015 by drevolutionary1

There’ll always be some cute boy.
But who will captivate you?
Capture your heart,
transform your soul?

There’ll always be some circumstance.
But which won’t impede you?
Which will make you stronger?
Ignore “impossible?”

There’ll always be some lonely night.
But you’ll get through it.
You’re simply lonely,
Never alone.

There’ll always be a mirror
That doesn’t reflect your beauty
But your sense of self
Remains unshaken. Unshattered.

There’ll always be some argument.
But you’ll know when to give.
Being “right” is simply…
Not as important anymore

There’ll always be fear.
But you’ll be powerful.
“Use [your] strength
In the service of [your] vision.”

There’ll be times you cry uncle.
When you’ve given your all.
But just know you haven’t.
You’ve only just begun.

the man for me

Posted in TBC on October 20, 2014 by drevolutionary1

1

I can see it in his smile

How he talks

The sideways glances

The witty remarks

2

His constant mindfullness

Passion for life

Desire to do better

Be better

3

In the dark of the night

It’s him I want here

To whisper sweet nothings

lend a sympathetic ear

4

I want his heart

To lay down its weapons

Its shield and sword

accept me as it’s humble ward

5

In due time

We will both see

The results of pure love

Washed of fear

6

Stripped of doubts

And unpleasant sundries

unchinked

Like armor invincible

7

Whats remains is faith

That love will win out

Keep us safe

While the stars rotate…

Fortification

Posted in TBC on October 11, 2014 by drevolutionary1

Your words send me adrift
In the vast universe
My eyes are open as if closed
Anticipating the possibilities

My thoughts flow
As easy a stream gentle
Or a river mighty
Imagining fortification

The night sky covers us both
Yet separated we are
By satellites and electricity
Pondering possibility

Our spirits shall soon dance
Entangle on the physical plane
Not just the ethereal
Broaching reality

And instantly my capacity
Has expanded to receive
Your gifts
The ancestors approve

Spread Too Thin

Posted in TBC on October 11, 2014 by drevolutionary1

I’m spread too thin, it seems
All these psychic elements scattered
Hopes broken and battered
Seems like friendships, relationships don’t matter

Only so much can be poured to the masses
Before the pitcher runs empty
And the people left thirsty
Dried up, laid flat on they asses

Like that last bit of butter
So my toast won’t be bitter
But I ain’t got the dough
To shell out for mo’

Frustrated by the limitations
By the dimensions that are pullin’ me
Don’t wanna be just 2-D
But it seems like I just can’t be

I want to love with intensity
Give my time and energy
My soul is the one suffering
My mind toiling in obscurity

When can I reconcile the pieces of me?
Integrate them into one reality?
Who am I supposed to be?
How do I separate fact and reality?

Outcast

Posted in Poetry with tags on October 11, 2014 by drevolutionary1

Outcast
cast out
standing outside my own body
as I watch life go by

As I sigh, lament, and cry
a lifetime of worry and self-conflict
weighing my shoulders down
like a full body cast

Dragging me into the sea of despair
a place no one would care
No passer-by drawn under
No man with compassion set asunder

But the sad thing is
Most are drowning in wax and plaster
as they struggle to mold their shell
fortify their defenses to no avail

For some will always see
their glaringly subtle defects
their bandages of hypocrisy
and their heresy to humanity

Not a soul should have to suffer
this barren anoxic shell
this shiny gift from hell
longing for the flames of heaven

And yet, and still, merciless toils
perfecting the craft, but not the tools
just like the rest of us fools
a struggle no rational thought fails