April 2011
53 posts
What a gorgeous morning. Thank God for all this beauty.
# 11/30
The tangle of danger. In the details.
Eye-commas, always trailing off somewhere.
Always too black a storm for capital sunrise.
Emergence. Wet. Shake my fur of the river.
River shook me of ownership.
I’ll bleed again. I hope quietly.
I’ll become a fluted sapling again
Hollow but for breath.
I’ll be a razor again,
skinning myself of sharpness.
I’ll have myself committed.
Sit inside the medicine...
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But I found a boy who I love more than I evr did you before. So stand beside the river I cried & let yourself down. Look how you want me now
#10/30
The flesh of a blue fig
that clung like amethyst to the corners of your mouth
danced loose when you spoke.
You said loud enough to convince the man
drowning his date in cheap cologne.
“I can’t be bothered.
The fact is, it’s not the innkeeper, I take issue with.
He was simply a business man doing his job.
It’s those fucking wisemen.
Spending all that dough on a newborn baby.
What’s he need myrrh...
Writing about Damascus.
#9/30
I want to be unaware of my voice
When I speak your name.
I want to speak you into glory
And me out of existence.
Hands of vapor,
Eyes like two diamonds
Disappearing back into coal.
I want to be nothing but the breath
You blew into me.
Fleshless and disembodied.
I want to roam around
In your mouth.
Find wisdom in its caverns.
I want to dwell of you
And in you
And through you.
Not just because of...
I am like all poets before me and all poets after me. I will waste my life scouring the earth trying to find the perfect metaphor for love.
In Grand Central and killing the game. The outfit is turning heads left and right.
I think I miss my Canadian friends a lot. :-(
Your love covers a multitude of sins.
13 minutes before inspired reading time.
7/30
Tonight I stood on the arm of a good friend
Midway up Crown Street
Watching two strangers salsa dance in the rain
They danced there on the naked sidewalk
Outside of a crowded club.
They danced like they did
Every Sunday night.
There was no promise of sex in their steps
In their whites and tight jeans.
But everyone felt sexy just the same.
There is nothing smoother.
Nothing more worthy to call...
8/30
The wind blew tears on my face.
My face was a herd of tears,
Or it was the sandstone meadow,
Upon which all the tears died of thirst.
Either way it was a gravesite.
Someone mourned there
In the bunkers built under
Two almond cut moons.
If the moon had double vision
It would weep once for the sun
And once for the sea.
One eye cluttered into a fist
Wringing the rage from its corners.
The other...
RT @IbnNajeeb: - Wherever you find comfortability, so shall you find stagnancy.
shootthemoonforyou asked: Okay, so I sent the following letter (question) to a Christianity blog here on Tumblr... The response they gave me was honestly copy & pasted from something else (I don't know if it was from a book or an excerpt of something) & I was truly disappointed because the response they gave me wasn't from a personal point of view & felt very scripted if you can understand what I...
He must increase so I must decrease.
Nothing but the blood of Jesus.
I wish love and my name could be tenants inside your mouth. But I always seem to move out before love gets there.
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6/30
Titling a poem with as flowery and nebulous a word as Healing
And then filling the body with serial numbers row after row
Remembering what it was like to remember
and have no remedy.
The humanity in your longing.
The mundanity in your own pillow: in the unpressed
Imprint of a soul no longer taken with your sheets.
The knowledge nobody’s reaching for you
In the morning.
Its only you and more...
Simple epiphany: If you are not using your position to serve others you are not following the lifestyle of Christ.
I went to the gym…. and i liked it!!
To sing that love would squander the throat of every lark. They were rodent in their devotion and when they died there was nothing to mourn
To white people who find my race exotic: How many black men have you turned into momentos? How many black women have become your trinkets?
Anonymous asked: You're a major inspiration and I hope & pray that you realize how impactful your words are. Your work soothed age-old wounds I used to deliberately ignore. I'd also like to commend you on your walk and conviction in Christ. It's rare to find such dedication, talent and humility in one person, let alone a young adult. For that (and so much more) thank you, Ms. Alysia.
I hate diets. So I’m off this.
5/30 Part 1
For centuries upon unholy tongues,
This word was a refugee.
Spit out, a curse, a weary laborer
Sent forth to conquer skin.
Nigger found its way home to Richard Pryor’s mouth.
And there it slept, like a baby.
Like a woman after sex.
NIGGER- by Carl Sandburg
I AM the nigger. Singer of songs, Dancer… Softer than fluff of cotton… Harder than dark earth Roads beaten in the sun By the bare feet of slaves… Foam of teeth… breaking crash of laughter… Red love of the blood of woman, White love of the tumbling pickaninnies… Lazy love of the banjo thrum… Sweated and driven for the harvest-wage, Loud laughter with...
beehmilli asked: I was wondering where I can find your booking information or contact you about a possible show?
Tense and Aspect. And a formal analysis of the verbal system in African American English. #abouttime
Can someone give me a topic to write about? Thank you.
Humanity
The human experience at this point in time can be reduced to a few bare essentials. So far I’m committed to these 5.
1. Everybody wore a pair of blue jeans… At least once.
2. Everyone has faith…though not everyone believes they do.
3. Love is instinctual…At least once.
4. Everyone seeks immortality…though not everyone finds it.
5. Death is sure…At least...
4/30
Can I say that it is difficult not missing you?
I long for you like a blue moon
Longs for the company of aqua marbles
In a child’s palm.
Too big to be held.
It sits in the arms of space.
And rocks the oceans to sleep.
Echoes in every wave
“Remember me in the morning.”
It is not possible to be a stone
And not think about what it was like
To be cradled in the breastpocket
Of a newly...
I am His. He is mine.
Thoughts after Worship with YWAM
Marry me.
Slip a ring around my soul.
Tell me I’m yours.
Enter this broken heart.
Make it whole.
Come and marry me.
I’ll be your bride.
I’ll prepare your seat.
I’ll wash your feet.
Come eat with us
and fill us deep.
Redeem the world
with a dowery of love.
The asking price
You gave your life.
We have lit our lamps with oil.
Come with your light
and...
etymology of copacetic
Istanbul is tan bello
3/30
I once met a boy
with liver spot eyes.
They stamped age
deep into the bedrock of his face.
He could not have been more than 12,
Thousand years old
as old as some men’s knowledge of God.
He sat on a trash pile,
flies attending every inch of skin
bringing their goblet mouths to be filled.
The urge to flinch
died with the urge to pray
which died with the urge to sin.
There is little helpless about...
RT @Vito_McAwesome: Praising God.
Some nights I pray for a bassline that makes me forget about my heartbeat.
2/30
Of skin stains
Of cocktail personalities
Of heart trances.
Your chest inside,
A dancefloor slick with spilled vodka-cran
Bassline even makes the blood liquor tap dance.
Have you seen the women with early bellies
Hanging ripe over their jeans?
Have you seen the girls who drink their weight in excuses?
Have you seen the beauties
with eyes so deep you could stand in?
Of strangers at your...
1/30
Qalbi yiwaji3ni bardu…
Ana muftaqdak.
Inta mish 3arif kaif…
Aiza aqullu, lil Saba7
“3atihi al shems, tufa7 a7mar fi idihi
wa 7arrara 3la demhu bihi.
La uza3ij al nawm
ma3 al mushaakil al yawm.”
Kul al nuur,
kul al qasa’id al muqadisa,
kul al kalam min fidha,
kul al 7usn lihi,
sa7bii—
al 7ilem al mu7buub,
7ilem qalbi.
TRANSLATION
My heart hurts too.
I...
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