Thursday, November 15, 2007



i wished for you upon a comet's tail
wished 3 times on golden stars
blew gently...
only to realize you were an angel
falling from heaven
or were you
falling from grace?
still so beautiful
saw you race across the sky
dance on saturn's rings
and sit within the imagination of pluto
the fire of the sun
dried your tears
and colored the tips of your tresses
i watched you...
braid ribbons of venus into your hair
wrap jupiter's moons in your lashes
and colored your lips with the red clay of mars
draped the milky way across your shoulders
to keep you warm
because the closer to earth you fell
the colder it became...
my love for you would never be enough
to save you
for the unrighteous want a taste of your purity
your sweetness
your angelic state of mind
they taste you in nibbles
swallow in gulps
until the original blueprint no longer exists
regurgitating your worth as nothing
want to rest in the back of your throat
to feel the rhythm of your speech
though the words you speak mean nothing to them
so they silence your voice with their pretense
still wanting your mouth
still wanting your temple degraded
kingdom thighs thrown open
womb heavy
carrying no nations
though false deities stake claim often
leaving behind diseased semen
to water the flowers
no longer bearing evolutionary seeds
thorns pierce from the inside
internal bleeding kills slowly
and Great Mother is weeping
for her child...
your thick thighs, hips, and full lips
were never meant for these images
nor for amusement and entertainment
this place is not for you
no matter the promises unkept
but be careful, the kingless children are watching
peeping through fool's gold
draped around their necks like nooses
waiting for you to value you
so i tip toe across heaven
plucking feathers from the backs of sleeping angels
dipping quills in a poet's ink
and writing prayers of redemption
along the backside of each
binding them with the lost ribbons of Venus
that once adorned your hair
wings may feel strange
may not fit like they use to
but they will help you fly with worth
and return you to your rightful place
and i pray the lost kings will follow...

(work in progress...feedback appreciated)

5 comments:

joey said...

so i tip toe across heaven
plucking feathers from the backs of sleeping angels
dipping quills in a poet's ink
and writing prayers of redemption
along the backside of each
binding them with the lost ribbons of Venus

love the imagery here...
babygirl... so beautiful..

Copasetic Soul said...

i agree with joey....

you just keep bringing it! beautiful write sis.

Ebony Stewart said...

Didos up above! I see you ma!

Angel said...

i reallt like it. it is sharp and crisp and the imagery is so clear. funny how the pieces seem to flow depending on the flow of your life huh?

CousinSarah said...

You and I have already talked about this. I looooooooooooove this piece. One of your best.