Breathe
That small cop
Caught the ‘gentle giant’,
The coy boy
In dark garments,
Thought the gate to triumph
Passes by the show,
Selfying the missionary moment
Turned the cowboy into a vampire
A nasty nymph
That little cop
Knew not what this dark spot
Was capable to do
The harbinger of the pop
Seized the best shot
Not the first
Won’t be the last
Discriminated against, in States,
Where unity dissipates
“I can’t breathe!”
Three words have crossed borders,
Penetrated hearts before minds
Shook hands
Not sterile,
Traversed contaminated suburbs
Still wearing the surgical mask,
The words have become a rallying point
Because they were true
Now you can breathe
As the Heavenly law
Has darkened your killer’s face
Whose psychosis is infantile,
Chastened your blackened race
Not the first
Can’t be the last
Change won’t take place
Racism, for some,
Runs like poison in a snake’s tongue
Devastates cities during hurricanes
Plays the fool like a well-known clown,
Winning the election while doing much wrong,
Spreads like the Spanish flu,
Wiping out millions
Not wearing the tissue
Your color, not the counterfeit $20 bill
Is the issue
Not the first
Can’t be the last
Your sane journey to the endless breath
Knelt on
The shocking scene
Of your death.
So, breathe there, our ‘gentle giant’
It is for free
There
Is
Your wealth.
diary of covid
fear not death
the body lying like a cigarette
wrapped up
Neither the first
Nor the last
Case
The ‘Orange Julius,
Taken to the underground bunker,
Entrapped like a visible enemy
While the Black devoured
The Wild Rice
Even in a white House
‘Trumplethinskin’ was itching
To exercise his dim thumb,
Smelling the approaching downfall
Of a damned dance.
I am
I am the doctor
Who will heal your pangs,
Cure your lingering headaches, and help you bear the whips and scorns of life…
I’m the architect
Who will design your spiritual map
With the blessed key, you can survey the effect
In impish glee, your lips will clap
I’m the electrician
The superhero who’ll install lighting
To help you see my 5D spirit of love
With thirsty eyes, you capture me,
Downloading my minute features
onto your digital memory
I’m the weather forecaster
To safeguard you from the snowstorm
And the roaring wind,
Making it easy for you to stand up in
Like these lines, you won’t be
shaking,
Or walking against the impassable
streets…
I’m the singer
To charm your life with conjunct melodies,
To use my soothing voice to lull you,
And read lyrics softly for your sanity
I’m the author,
Who’ll make you the play’s protagonist,
Neither as villainous as Claudius,
Nor as a rogue and peasant slave as Hamlet,
But as the Student in the two-scene
Medieval secular Play…
The Elixir of Life
Ink and liquid
Fell in love
Like the ego and id
One below, the other above.
Ink and liquid
Do converse
On the bed
Releasing sweet sound
True and loud
Immerse
Inside outside
Penetrate
Deep and hard.
Open the door
A virgin paper
On the floor
Scattered away
Invade it more
Up and down
Swaying, rolling
On the pillow.
Feeding fantasies
Reaching orgasm
Perfect match,
From first touch
Our bodies: rolling, swinging,
Bubbling, bouncing
Full of ink,
Fill in my blanks
Circle me
Put me in the right form,
Reorder my distorted past,
Reshuffle my body fast,
Devour the curriculum
From speaking
Reading
To writing
So write …
More inks,
Revive me
My clitoris does shrink,
Swallowing your penis
Containing, tickling it
Smiling, laughing,
My two lips
ARE
Your star,
I am
Your tipsy star.
The color of our skin,
Turns pale to pink
Never call it a sin
Listen to heart beats,
Read eye-contact,
Paraphrase unconscious whispers
Speak to my liberated soul.
Jot down words,
Sift unclear sighs,
Edit me, correct
Your final draft to resurrect.
Full of inks your is,
You did write, yes you did
See all this liquid,
Soft, smooth transition
Into the vagina.
Write my tall, hard pen
My hands grasping your neck
Check if it hurts, check!
My legs around your back,
Like a monkey clinging
To the tree
Or a new mother holding
Her premature baby
You stick to me
We both fell dizzy
What a memorable ecstasy!
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