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Undividual Poet

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they gave you a paper diadem

with crayon colored jewels

called you queen

hoping you would swallow

how sweet a thought could be

even ignore the worth of several

for one penny

or less

it wasn’t many


i

i made you my sweetie

with hands held and poetry

hard conversations

diet changes

i gave you hope and headwraps

headaches and foot massages

reasons to love again

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puddlers

two little boys

ran through the city’s back roads

chasing the moon all night

stomping hard into puddles

hoping to break the giant pearl

with ripples through its reflections

crush status

on an empty street downtown

early enough to be the only two

seated on separate benches

under one canopy

she smiled at him often

an inner sun fully risen

it shone up through her eyes

he looked down each time

keeping joy a secret

between his face and chest

untitled energy

untitled energy
untitled energy

air

proximity
proximity

our noses so close together
we trade air all night
i wonder how often a man
looks at his wife
studying love
wishing more than anything
that she would live forever

never taste the fear
of passing hopeful tomorrows
to the restless hands of doubters
leaving cares with
second rate lovers
joining unborn dreams
in the air where
skinless touch is felt most
and one can only be seen
with the power of belief

hardknockery

Art by Victor Hugo Qisso

our son

laid across the sofa

and told me that ideas

are bulletproof

i marveled at his conception

age eleven

never a glimpse at hardknockery

learning hard truth

keeping a soft heart

over things he hasn’t been through

or shit creeks he’s never been to

i gotta make his skin tough

and leave the light in his eyes

so he can beast

and yeast

set west

go east

and rise

heavenly blu

picotee

often i wonder

how much sense it makes

i’m not my best in the

day’s early minutes

but i love long mornings

having every second the

slow fading stars can spare

to make coffee i don’t really need

fry enough eggs for today’s

and tomorrow’s breakfast

sit by the window

listening to the earth turn

feeling like i did my part

getting our sun up into the sky

surfboard

surfboard
don’t do it

i’m riding this wave

i won’t misbehave

i might even shave

i promise

i’ll keep it rough

and keep it to myself

be in my lane

stay on the left

i promise

just leave the light off

i’ll read in the dark

don’t leave the toys out

i’m making my mark

i won’t be lonely by doing this wholely

and solely alone

don’t try to control me me

i’m making this art

painting portraits of greatness

with words from the heart

making prophecy profit

setting it apart

from the rest of vision

killin from the start

i promise

the devil is a lie

don’t be that guy

don’t kill my vibe

black twitter

#hashtagicide
#hashtagicide

why it gotta be like that

two snaps with no flash

one bad hair day

a nigga been memed

i be the shame of your

side job as a side ho

i be the bastion of hoteps

when my beard come in grey

with the sun behind me

and a phd in black consciousness

i be the laugh of why

your s don’t fully curl

your smedium dont gotcha covered

your saucy black ex with an ugly white girl

your legs look weak under that torso

i wanna stay out the hashtagicidal wars

of double tap whores

and repost that shit

at the same time

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