come, dambala...

mama nina
workin the ancestral antenna

givin the downpressor
somethin he can feel
in the heart and soul
he act like he ain't got

...til he gets where he's goin.

you slavers will know
what it's like to be a slave...



 

void 2

every day
without touch
i feel the vault door
creak closer to closing...

{part 1}

swim good...

[Verse 1] 
That's a pretty big trunk on my Lincoln town car, ain't it?
Big enough to take these broken hearts and put 'em in it
Now I'm driving 'round on the boulevard, trunk bleeding
And every time the cops pull me over, they don't ever see them
And I've got this black suit on
Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral
Five more miles 'til the road runs out


[Hook] 
I'm about to drive in the ocean 
I'mma try to swim from something bigger than me 
Kick off my shoes and swim good, and swim good 
Take off this suit and swim good, and swim good, good 


[Verse 2] 
Got some pretty good beats on this 808 CD, yeah 
Memory seats I'm sitting on stay heated 
I woulda put tints on my windows but what's the difference 
If I feel like a Ghost, no Swayze, ever since I lost my baby 
I've had this black suit on 
Roaming around like I'm ready for a funeral 
One more mile 'til the road runs out 


[Hook] 
[Bridge] 
I'm going off, don't try stopping me 
I'm going off, don't try saving 
No flares, no vest, and no fear 
Waves are washing me (out) 


[Hook] 


[Outro] 
Don't die

this moment

releasing the love that didn't happen
to embrace the loves that can.

a moment

breathing love
into the sad spaces
and sore places...

help wanted....

help wanted:
only true magicians, shamans and conjure men need apply...

inquire within.

untitled

seeking sweetness
in the arms of my dreams...

confession.

this isn't convenient.
that i know.

but...
there is beauty here.

i cannot turn away.

glass

handle my
fragile
see thru
soul
with care

distracted

still
struggling
to hear myself
over all the noise...

fireball

a flame cannot exist
where there is nothing to consume.

that must be why
this feels like starving.

untitled

i started to write
but only loneliness came out
so i stopped.

let me...

let me
sleep
somewhere beautiful
tonight.

wondering...

...if there's an island deep in the south pacific where black women's dreams come true.

it's gotta happen somewhere, right?

thought.

i love dew rainbows.

dewdrops already look like almost-microscopic universes.

the miracle of the sun's kiss forming dazzling little arrays of color is simply poetic.

notes on a sunset

easter pastel palette sky
pink, violet...hint of peach

solitary moon-pearl
opposite tangerine sun
setting fire to skyscraper glass

venus in chains

venus lies waiting

bound by boredom
cruelty and
an absence of pleasure

begging her daughters
for freedom.

untitled

if i am your angel,
you're my avenging blade.

if i have any hand in your healing,
i know it's because you guard my sanctuary.

feelin like

feelin like
brown sugar bubblin up into
sweet sticky caramel

full of
sweet things and
fire

illuminated
golden

me.

can't let go...

i think i love him
'cause he's the only man
brave enough to admit
that my mystery
is obvious.