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In the face of a week of hellified work to do, I am sitting on my couch thinking about poetry. I’m watching Def Poets and I thinking that poets can sometimes be incestuous with their styles. I’ve been searching for my voice, my poetic voice, for years now. I am loving the free flow of Giovanni. I call it the free flow because she sounds like she’s just speaking so naturally. I’m in love with Ursula Rucker. I can’t describe her style but I’m in love with her words. She’s sexy and insightful at the same time. She makes me want to be deep with my words, but I don’t feel like being deep. I want the words to manifest on screen and bleed in ears and fill bellies like food for thought that aint for the thinking. I am about to be poetic, so if you don’t feel it or it doesn’t feed your soul, then you’ll find my apologies hanging in the winds with explanations of poems past.

Thought Text: Restless

words come to me in the passage of rhythm
ear canal connects to audio love
loving the music
loving the words
loving the lovely loving ones
and thoughts connect to words
like speech makes movement
like movement makes things happen
like things happening to me when I connect with
thought text
i want my words to hang in the air like magic
i want my words to hang in the ear like mystery
i want my words to hang those against me
vengeance connects through words
hurting my enemies
hurting my loved ones
hurting those that don’t get me
and this aint hard to understand. . .
random ruminations run circles in my mind
tracing paths of intended word play
that never quite make it to manifestation my daydreams are inspired by songs of pain
songs of abstract love
songs of those things I’ll never have
and my wishes sometimes never make it past
i travel across roads that lead to nowhere
looking for expressions to sooth my soul
but i am restless
my worries, my fears, my hurts, my wants
my desires, my needs, my failings, my happiness
my life
exists
sometimes
only in thought text
i wish these words could make me the whole man
that i need to be
i wish these degrees could comfort these demons
of insecurity
yet their screams are never quiet
never quite quelled
never too far away from my thoughts
showing up in my speech
in my tears at night
deep in my soul’s quest to be rested
in this life
i am dancing to rhythms that free me from this world
i listen to forget
i listen to be sane
i listen to be happy
the simplicity of sound
infinite words from infinite voices
all swirling around
in my thought text....

-- "Thought Text: Restless" (c) 2006 PoetiQ Sense Of Non

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The Art Of Miscommunication

and i said i need some time and she heard ”lack of commitment”

all i want is you in my life

and she felt ”unappreciated”

i kissed her as soon as she walked in the door

and she cried ”foul, called me an adulterer”

all she said was ”not tonight”

and i plotted my revenge

she said she wants to ”still be friends”

and i hated her passionately

the portrait is stained with colors of red and blue and green

and all she sees is ”gray”

my heart weeps in her absence

and she dismissed my emotion with ”folly”

she devotes all of her ”time” to me

and i complain that i am not enough for her

she offered me love

i gave her my contempt

in the art of miscommunication the lies are blurred

truth obscured

and happiness abandoned

art truly imitates life!

-- "The Art Of Miscommunication" (c) 2006 PoetiQ Sense Of Non

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Have U Ever Just Been On Yo Own Shit???

Okay, where’s this coming from??? I was looking at some poems of mine and I was like, ”dayum, u got talent brotha!” LOL. That’s it!! I was feeling myself and thought I’d share with the class. The poem that I was looking at was ”The Wind and The Flower” that I wrote for a friend while being inspired by ”House of the Flying Daggers.” I believe it’s in one of my earlier blogs, but fuck it! Here it is again ;-) Sweat me!! I AM!!! LOL. Goodnight.

The Wind & The Flower

gentle breeze
blow for me
make my petals bend to please
let the colors of my skin
mend the soul
and conspire to tease
flowing seas of silent force
move mystery for me
sculpt insatiable transient need
come and go as you will
and let your skill overwhelm me
i am the flower to your wind
letting my beauty sooth the eye
while you orchestrate sky movement to uncloud me
you come upon me as zephyr
and leave me in turbulent ecstacy
i open up for you
and you conjure new bloom
yet in the stillness of my contentment
your absence is real
i can never hold you
i will never see the true you
i will only know how you make me feel
and linger in hopes
that you will blow my way again.

-- "The Wind & The Flower" (c) 2006 PoetiQ Sense Of Non