Micropoem #13

there is 
a dance
whose
delight
draws
one's
desires
down
to the
den of
the devil

Micropoem #12

there is a
sacrifice
greater
than
laying
down
one's life
for a
cause;
because to 
give love 
requires
absolute
selflessness &
daily
standing

Micropoem #11

At this
time &
as of 
now
I am
a man
undone
by his 
own 
undoings

Untitled (for now anyway)

and my heart was beating out of my chest

i could barely catch my breath

and it seemed as if death

wanted to place its lips

on my mouth and in hell

i would dwell for all eternity.

see that night my life forever changed,

strange though at the time

there seemed to be no reason, no rhyme,

a watershed moment had taken place

and it was as if finally I had a taste of reality,

because up until then I was immersed in a fallacy

repeating cycles of immorality that led to this one night

when the light finally turned on

so that I could see my shadow

against who my greatest battles would be fought.

distraught like a child lost in a crowd

what appeared to be the shroud of doom

would soon become the gift of life

that I so unknowingly lusted to encounter...

Micropoem #10

i want to be whole again;
i want to know that my soul
is aglow with life and shines
even in the darkest of times.

i want to be whole again;
i want to spread my love
to all who have been forsaken
and awaken them to the
inner being that lies awaiting
to embrace them with unconditional
acceptance and correction of
any harmful behavior that i also
once passionately engaged in.

i want to be whole again.
i want to feel the wind
against my skin and rest assured
knowing that everything is as it is
supposed to be; yes, i want to be
whole again.

i want to be whole again.
i want to behold the sin that
once separated me from my twin
and look deep within to find the
strength to defend my temple
from the unwanted invader because
i have been broken before and
care not to feel what it's like
to be a soul not made whole bcuz
i want to be whole again.


Micropoem #9

it's a thin line between 
love and lust; the passion
of touch and the firm thrust 
of manhood into the warm
wetness of heaven; the 
breathless expression that 
brings forth the emptiness 
of lascivious escapades;
the honing of basic instincts 
into greater awareness when 
souls intimately commune &
empty all contents of self into 
a moment filled with intensity; 
the experience when limits are 
free to reach the depths of eternal 
pleasure with strikes of pain
that curls toes and brings tears 
to the eyes; the desire to enter 
every cave or climb every pole 
without control only to fall off the 
precipice into a heartless abyss 
filled with countless bodies; the 
sacred embrace between two 
who become one and share
life together and recreate 
themselves time and time again.

Micropoem #8

Medusa's eyes liquify
when staring into 
my twin orbits &
no Gorgon can withstand
my mighty right hand
which grips iron mics
like one Maccabee warrior
battling Roman troops

i am living proof 
that the power of heaven
dwells within a mountain
carved out without hands
subduing earth 
until the 7000 year plan 
has reached fruition &
all false gods 
fall prostrate
before the throne 
of the Son
of the Most High 

Micropoem #7

i am the sum totality of my decisions,
a contradiction in motion seeking to
reconcile the differences between me
myself and I while embarking on a journey
of rediscovery to connect with the
innocence lost when I courted ignorance
and was found in pure and absolute bliss.
this is not reality, but self created illusion
of time wasted like the senseless seed 
i spilled into random wombs that bore no fruit;
so now, my desire is to impregnate time
with purpose and reproduce with meaningful
thoughts so at last i can enjoy my offspring &
the blessed union of the body soul and spirit.

Micropoem #6

it feels good to live...&
even better to write
a piece that gives you
a peace of mind that
often one never finds
the right words to convey
because of the inadequacy
of words we attempt 
to say in effort to capture
the moment of the day
when epiphanies strike &
we suddenly realize that
it feels good to live...&
even better to write.

Micropoem #5

this flesh

will be

the death

of me

Micropoem #4

i am the complex absence of the now
broadly compiled Bearden like
onto the blank canvas of life;
a creation of chaos formed
in the order of trials self
afflicted, bleeding words
from fingertips for help
with muffled cries of which
too few pay attention;
an apparition of sorts,
a confused presence &
tormented soul hidden 
beneath the amalgamated 
duality of future aspirations 
and past failures.

Micropoem #3

somethings require extrasensory perception;
a discerning spirit that is able to distinguish
the supernal light from the infernal darkness.
for we humans are merely temples of spirits
that pilot our flesh, circumnavigating 
our course on earth with each and every
ascent beyond materialism or descent
into the carnal throws of self-gratification,
and depending on who we allow to occupy
our space, the charted path to resurrection 
either lands at the destination or crashes &
burns...

Micropoem #2

presently
i find myself 
somewhere 
between the animal
that i've become &
the angel that my Father 
has called me to be;
slowly learning
that wrestling with nature
can be cataclysmic &
that in the aftermath
only that which is firmly 
grounded will remain; 
everything else
will return to the essence
from which it came...

Micropoem #1

There are closets whose bones 
have been kept for too long 
in the shadows; collecting dust
in corners long forgotten
from rotten memories 
which robs the hopes
of providing a proper
burial of the past,
so that the mourning
period may give way
to a new and brighter day.