Treasure Hunter

He moved her mountains,

searched her valleys and found a treasure box.

He got real close and whispered

the magic words,

it slowly unlocked.

He lifted the hood with the whip of his tongue

and upon him she humbly bestowed her liquid gold.

Red light special

 

Everything is displayed at full potential here.
We are everything that surrounds us and still ourselves.
Sound waves from each instrument that creates the beat jostles our skeletons.
Evolved lives outlined with enhancement
makes the setting fall back into a mere shadow of underdeveloped objects.
The red lamp is the only source of light in the room.
It hits each of their spirits with a different shade of color.

 

The first, is the liveliest outside of this room.

He scrolls through a lit rectangle of technology

but only dark sadness illuminates his face that even the screen does not brighten.

 

The second, sits at the table working away at green pastures beneath his fingertips.

The red tint only reflects on to his skin.

He speaks the most, he loves the hardest.

 

The third, looks in my direction periodically.

A silent leader just waiting to be heard, felt, understood.

 

I can see the remnants of their ancestors lingering at the edges of their souls as
They converse of advancements.
Youth ripening into men.
Plotting their quest to capture power in the most full filing and efficient way.

 

I sit motionless, colorless.

Watching time unfold.

Trying to keep every second memorable.

Wondering how I will capture this experience in permanent words without demeaning its living beauty.

 

We are only the ball of a pendulum in this moment.
Swinging through film rolls of every moment in history that lead to this present.
Planning for the future.
We inhale every influence.


Puff positivity

Produce progression

Pass it around

The devil in sheeps clothing

Is there a devil in me?
Black man says so.
Does my skin resemble too close to the White man?

Is that why you despise me,
Why you feel my traits define me?
You want your offspring to prosper.
Is that why you desire me,
Why you feel my traits define me?

Force me on a pedestal then throw rocks.
Remind me how worthless I am
in the real world with the white man.

But here I am gold
Auction my body off to the highest paid negro.
Is that all you see?
A trophy off technicality.
A womb to stash away your reality.

Is there a devil in me?
I may have gave it the skin
But underneath is all your creation.

Senseless sin

Soldiers pierced Jesus’ side with a spear.

His death was not in vain I’m told.

“TASER, TASER-“

Bang!

Blood spilling onto the spring damp pavement.

Who is he dying for?

His age? Gender? Race?

Maybe a combination of the three.

Police pierced Eric Harris’s side with a bullet.

His death is not in vain I’m told.

Roman soldiers are closer than we think.

Modern day crucified.

Is this what it is like to live in genocide?

Spaceship Coupe

I want my skin to contract and release from the thought of you.

We feed off our five senses alone.

Making new galaxies within this Milky Way.

Save me from eternal solitude.

Change my atmosphere in places so few have seen.

Find all seven wonders of the world inside of me

And explore each. Spot. Slowly.

Get lost. Until we have to cum back to reality.

When my glass is empty I beg for more.

I swear I’m not addicted to brown

Yours just happens to be my muse.

This love is impeccable.

Makes me wonder why I ever hesitated to let you in

Makes me forget for a moment about silly things like money, beauty, and other men.

You can be the trough to my crest.

Our vibrations harmonize to the notes of ecstasy

As we fly back to the distant lands of destiny.

True Love

Authenticity

Has no expiration date no matter how long it is left alone,

Resting at the bottom of a vacant heart,

Waiting anxiously on its lover to return,

Pick it up and twirl it around again.

The denial in evolution

Its real when your reflection is one in the same

Your hands feel like his

Breath taste like hers

We share bodies

Ribs

Hearts

Souls in physical form

They do not speak of the pain undergone during a mutation

Death in slow motion

Decaying of pure untouched chromosomes

They say mimicry is the highest form of flattery

Flattery became flat

Our addiction to the cycle created a mutant that is no longer daughters to our nucleus  

We abused our selves’ cells

No one ever speaks of the relationship after mitosis 

Nursery Love

Dear Jack,

Remember me when your well runs dry,

for I will not be there assisting in fetching more water.

For every stumble, trip, or fall you make my heart comes tumbling after.

Your crown has broken too many times,

you mustn't be a king.

Just a clumsy prince who has yet to realize how to care for his values.

-Love Jill

Message in a bottle

Dear lost one,

 

I am the isolation from all that stress.
Don't I look breathtaking?
So take it
come breathe me in,
Lay under the stars with me,
Climb down my long limed trees,
Burry your feet into my warm sand,
Let my sun kiss your skin.
I miss the feeling of flesh in my sea.
Miss the feeling of being seen as paradise,
A place plastered on brochures and billboards.
They do not tell of how tired you will grow of me.
How after so long they wish to go home.
A place that actually holds souls other then their own.
There are so many souls that have been lost here.
I wish I could have saved them.
Bodies to weak to swim past my stong waves, wash up on my shore.
I was never really a vacation resort instead the last resort until depression.
A small get away from all your problems.
And there will forever be bitter sweet memories of me.
Half of you hating reality while the other missing the aroma of my fantasy.
Just remember paradise on earth has always only been proposed as temporary.

 

Sincerely,
Island