Dreaming of Drowning

Maybe because I’m an Aquarius

Maybe it has nothing to do with this

I’m not sure but…

The white capped waves wade and I am calmed

Any issues handed down are palmed

Worries are beached and their own to each

Soft, gritty, serenity below my feet

I am weak…

But the lady of the water carries me

For eternity I wish to be covered entirely

So the lady of the water marries me

Soothed by her commotion

Comforted by her motion

Waving in her wetness

Consummation with the lady of the ocean

First legs…then eyes opened

I am awoken…

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Blow Out the Candles

Another year older

But am I wiser?

Truly, I am uncertain

Yet, I did not think to ask myself this last year

Time Heals Sometimes

Hurt

Never really

Goes away ever

Just hurts less eventually

Maybe even not at all

Sometimes you stop thinking about it

But it always comes back, doesn’t it?

Thinking Out Loud

Sometimes I think

Well, I think all the time…

At least I think I’m always thinking

What do you think?

I don’t think it really matters

Not what you think, but what anyone thinks

Everyone can think

So what makes what you think matter more than what I think?

Maybe no one should be thinking 

Or maybe I’m thinking too much

Have You Ever Wandered?

I don’t really know. 

What exactly is knowing anyway?
To know is to have learned. 

To learn is to have been taught. 

To have taught is to have thought. 

Thoughts wander…

To be able to teach is to have once wandered. 

Millennials

We’re the generation that hates waiting

Necessities include instant gratification 

Including bank statements 

Yet we still have no savings

Losing respect for older generations

They created hell on earth

Yet act like we’re Satanists

Sorry if we don’t give a fuck about religion

Caring means we’d have to pay attention

How when we can’t even pay tuition

Wishing that our parents listened

Visionaries but they can’t see our visions

A better world is our only mission

Feminism so our women don’t just work in kitchens

Wear old shit and call it vintage

Trying to get our legacies cemented

Trayvon and Sandra are our Emmitts

Always worried about our image

Afraid of love so we stray from committment

Life comes fast we can’t waste one minute

Don’t preach to us about patience

Just go back and read the first sentence. 

Encore?

It’s hard to go with the flow when the water runs dry

It wasn’t all love at “hi”

But it was all hate at “bye”

Who’s more fucked up?

I think its a tie

Impossible to walk the path when I was born to fly

Love as dark as the night’s sky

Almost mythical the way we believe in something that may not exist

Everyone’s “I do” doesn’t end with a kiss

Sometimes its followed by opportunities missed

Strange how that is after what seemed like an eternity of bliss

And the sex isn’t half bad when it does happen

Caught in thoughts of deep strokes and ass slapping

Now it’s aggressive fapping

Followed by napping

Round of applause because hands are the only thing clapping

 

-Too Distinct the Poet

Black History Before February

Before they whipped you

Before they beat you

Before they raped your Queens

Before they murdered your princes and princesses

Before they called you “nigger”

The birds sung in your honor

The wind whistled of your wisdom

The trees swayed for your drums

And the Earth told tales of your melanin filled royalty

Reclaim your throne, Kings

 

 

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