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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…

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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.

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

30 Poetry Challenge: Day 2 / March 2 / “Poem To The Last Person I Texted”

Posted in 30 Day Poetry Challenge, Poetry with tags , on March 2, 2012 by drevolutionary1

I can’t wait till you can squeeze me for real
Feel your scraggly beard against mine
We’ll be past words and smilies in due time
It can be as innocent as a “bear” hug
Or as sexy as a “bare” hug…

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30 Day Poetry Challenge: Day 1 / Mar 1 / “Acrostic”

Posted in 30 Day Poetry Challenge, Poetry with tags , on March 1, 2012 by drevolutionary1

An intention is where it all begins
Now is my time to seize its potential
Drive uncertainty out at it’s root
Redeem my pledge to love myself
Engender qualities of the man I hope to be

Remember when I said I would?
Oh, that was a time ago…
So what? No time like the present
Although I may have doubts
reflection is my best tool
In a world of dangers and temptations
only those who can will survive…

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Atoms Are Not Things; They’re Tendencies

Posted in Existentialism, Musings, nature, Poetry, Science with tags , , , , , on February 29, 2012 by drevolutionary1

I control my reality
Quantum states on an everyday basis
Contemplating what my thoughts are laced with
The tendencies of atoms we’re faced with

Thoughts become things
A series of chains reactions
Chemical reactions in my brain
Creating this thing called existence

Indulge me in my persistance
As I enlighten you in this
A new way of thinking
Shedding groups of particle-waves linking

Do you understand what this means?
That there is a difference in what we all see?
That both I and you make me?
We control both the bird and the tree.

Think on that my friend
For you will find solace in your epiphany
The truth is stranger than fiction
There is no reality

When I Was Carefree and Gay…

Posted in Love, Musings, Personal Life, Poetry, Retrospection on February 7, 2012 by drevolutionary1

What happened to my innocence?

I used to be resolved to find true love
and reject any of those other scenarios
any of those other meaningless things

Instead I became jaded
and now looking back I wonder
was what I thought an illusion
really my destiny?

Deep down I long for companionship
Someone to laugh and cry with
to ask me about my day
and steal my covers at night

Right now I want those things
But I’m not allowing myself to have them
I don’t want to get distracted from life
and my goals for personal achievement

I bask in the glow of temporary flame
while the oil of my lantern is depleted
I’m waiting for the lightbulb to be invented
before darkness takes over

And now I think about those two roads
that Frost said diverged in a yellow wood
and wish I could travel both
moving with ease as one traveller

But at one score and 4 years
I believe my story is not yet done
the road will diverge again and again
the question remains, should I wait?

my fear
that I will travel one beyond reach of the other
that I will travel too long and forget
with no breadcrums to retrace the steps