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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Love is a Relative Term

They could be a friendly and an enemy all in the same day
That’s because everybody loves but we don’t all love the same way

You could give them your last dollar but can’t find them when you need a place to stay

That’s because we all love but we don’t all love the same way

Your own family may disown you if you tell them that you’re gay

Love you, they may but we don’t all love the same way

They cheated on you right after saying “I love you, bae”

It’s not that they lied its just we don’t all love the same way

Pastors claims to save souls but only if the job will pay

That’s because even “Men of God” don’t love the same way

So remember that the next time you bow your head and pray

Does God really care? Because he “so loved the world” but we don’t all love the same way

Blind Mass

blind

I looked within myself and I haven’t been common sense

They try to tell me Jesus was white like I don’t have common sense

Built a fence of knowledge to block out the ignorance

So unless they aim for my brain the shots won’t penetrate my defense

But why do pastors treat the churches like addicts, huh?

Its like they’re the dealers and the congregation’s the customers

If the masses come together those on top would be under us

Their words force your mind to travel so get off their bus

Create your own routes and go wherever you wish to be

They say it’s the blind leading the blind but I disagree

I think the people haven’t realized they have to open their eyes to see

-Too Distinct the Poet

The Negro Speaks of Rivers

I’ve known rivers:
I’ve known rivers ancient as the world and older than the
flow of human blood in human veins.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln
went down to New Orleans, and I’ve seen its muddy
bosom turn all golden in the sunset.

I’ve known rivers:
Ancient, dusky rivers.

My soul has grown deep like the rivers.

Langston Hughes, 1902 – 1967

In 4th grade I recited this poem for a project and since Langston Hughes has always been my favorite poet. If you haven’t already I encourage you to read into his works as well as his history. Hope you all can appreciate this poem as much as I do.

-T.Todd