In the Congo

Black face
tar laced
everything is dark
evil is the aftermath
of nightmares being taught
struck down, drunk now
masters in the garden
everything is darker
when you think
it’s always haunted
taunted, soft lip
grips have given way
you think this is one thing
but I think you’re a slave.

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Make me up
in puzzle pieces
make me up
of paper clippings
burden me
with a dozen images
all of them more mine
scrap book me
a waste of time
heart no words
see no rhymes
make me up
as you decide.

Every move you make

Break as they say you see
they have everything you need
now you want more but don’t
have too much you’re gonna choke
everything is far too much
not enough-it’s just your luck
break the borders
break the beds
never have you been misled

When I bleed

Everything turns cramps
and red
my thoughts turn dark
if misread
but left to ponder
one will find
the truth in wonder
honesty divine
everything turns raw
and blue
the colors that break down
the mute
the mask that parts
the mind in two
when I bleed
I come into full bloom

Cosmic clarity

Thrust the pieces into space
the crimson cords of transference
the process of the fluid breathe
the connection to our hearts
and yet
the stars burn bright-apart the threads
our bodies cast to cosmic strips
the blue of blood
the pink of flesh
the ultimate show off opulence

Color me furniture

Black and blue
my heart is racing
bruises from the floor
hardwood and sediment
caught in veins and cords
everything is bloody here
my mind a simple lamp
my eyes they see
the carpet bleed the bile
from its pores
our stomach hangs a tapestry
and all our life remains
breathing from the window lungs
the opening of me

Dare to believe

When the truth walks in
no one believes it
like nobody needs it
like its just a lie
though it’s actions display
that the world is in clear view
as it clearly states
the truth is on its face
but still you look away
won’t believe that it is real
the facts counter how you feel
so the truth is not what it seems
only few truly know what it means
but that’s not the case,
no, it’s no mystery
sometimes the truth
is in the majority
it walks into the room
in full view
shouldn’t be shocking-it announced
it’s next move.

Dead name

Hush-don’t say that name
you have lost that person today
they don’t stand here-
we’re not the same.

Please-don’t say that name
it reminds me of my shame
I have grieved much more than you
you could never feel as I do.

Hush-don’t say that name
I lost everything today
you, you’re not the same
you bring up my deepest shame
you have placed me with the blame
I just cannot hear that name.

Please… don’t say that name
please don’t say I look the same
why am I so damn ashamed?
you ask questions to break my frame
literal-the words are violence
say that name it’s dead to my lips.

Hush! Don’t say that name
they have died, but I remain
you will love me just the same
replace them in your memory
with old thoughts of what you see
play along and don’t you grieve
the name is dead, but I’m still me.

Stitched

Silence becomes me
stitched lips
make my heart sing
numb if not nothing
for I cannot be something.
Silence becomes me
filled up with nonsense
confusion in my head
sore but still in bed.
Stitched lips and silence
I am the violence
we stop the madness
by taking your head.