random pages found on the floor #10…

random-pages-found-on-the-floor

the rains came early
like a flood of tears from god
cold like envy’s kiss
unsheltered i walked alone
longing for your gentle touch

black history…

black-history

deep festering hold
where lie’s rats eat freedom’s eyes
recurring nightmare

the funeral awakes…

the-funeral-awakes

each
of
the tears
that press
tight
against
your skin
is
a memory
of the life
we now
mourn
some
like youth
move quickly
from eye
to chin
others
like
a first kiss
slowly
move
from eye
to lips
salty
but
sweet
others
like
random memories
move without
true course
to the ground
falling without
a single sound
and there
they
stay
like all
who leave
the womb

the road behind me…

the-road-behind-me

i close
my eyes
and see
all the fireflies
from
my youth
fluttering
in the night sky
and
feel
times past
summer’s warm breeze
against
my skin
and
once again
hear
my mother’s voice
time to come in
and
with
one
final tear
i
open
my eyes