Inner Quest

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Clouds of thunder surround my pain
lightning strike my heart then the rain
washes away the tracks of my tears
as aloof wind echoes my fears;
when elements clash atoms smash
stars fall from the celestial dome:
piles of ash from the lightning’s flash
--love consumes its terrestrial home;
rivers flow from earthly depths
baited breath breathes benign death
my lungs fill with fervent air
then, follicles grey with despair.

Sleep calls death awaits
nocturnal visitor at my gate
moons bey waves sway
son's calls -- no break of day
unanswered notions defying natural laws
uneven quotients divided by fatal flaws
feathers fall soft -- o peaceful dove
life has no meaning without true love
then, that which is amour in ethereal essence
returns to eros in corporeal presence
though eyes; tides may quench eternal fire
elemental fury shall n'er my soul's desire.

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Legacy

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From the bowels of Mother Africa- I emerge
the Son of Man
Lamb of God...
I am the Alpha

I am King and warrior...
from my loins loom
great champions of truth & civil justice
I am the provider
my blood, sweat & tears fertilized cash crops
the builder of great nations--
my fingerprints are etched in great monuments

I am the hunted...
my sable skin-
valued for its rarity;
my ebony hide-
idolized for its beauty;
the prized quarry-
I am likened unto a savage beast

I am the martyred...
my blood spilled
staining the streets of a Colonial town--
when it was washed away
there stood a declaration of Independence

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why i live

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(i'm) being beckoned by my poetry--
triple phase of darkness
enthralling me; capable but
not able to ebb with the tide--
hearing too many voices echoing inside;
and hindsight makes me realize
just why evil thoughts materialize,
reasons why many die at random
eaten by the heart of a phantom

no syntax and unmetered is my stride
to complicate the query of my hide
but will this skill prove to pay the bill
making a phat deal to convey how i feel;
such innocence in dramatic flare
too much chagrin for one child
to bare; happiness escapes with every tear
man it's so lonely in hear

oh so caught up in the madness--
unable to strip my guise
when undress--the method
of survival is critical
pray that i stay at this pinnacle,
not to be led astray by any doubt
as i ponder what (my) life is about

nourished on dough unleaven(ed)
could it be your hell is my heaven?
how long have our souls been iced--
waned by false images of Christ?
bust how many reasons they give
but n'er an answer for
why i live.

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