| Storm
 There is a storm that rages inside the conscious mind. Hurricanes that can't be tamed. Tornadoes spinning out of control. Tsunamis like Mountains seemingly reaching for the skies, and Dark Clouds unrendered, casting somber moods. Thank God for the Ink in my Pen.   Black Love Is Revolutionary!!!   | 
    
       | Ramblings of a Chaotic MindOutwards, my heart pours to a deafening silence as cold as death itself. Yet to be manipulated by your titillating advances, tempted of your poison, is a tantalizing treat indeed. And as the wind blows logic to enlighten a sunless son whose light faded away eons ago, a bludgeoning of confusion portrayed as a result of an evil veil of secrecy and I, am going to the other side of the moon. Where martyrdom is welcomed by an emphatic few crooning of unrequited love, like, falling stars from above unabashedly riding fragments of supernovas across a darkened sky.
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       | A Quiet Summer Rain
 She regrets nowthe time spent sulking
 As if her tears could wash away the pain
 of his infidelities
 But her heart was heavy laden
 and burden with shame
 She cried For she couldn't understand for the life of her
 his wanton gratuitousness
 for leisure parlor affairs
 Wasn't she good enoughloyal
 faithful
 accommodating?
 The sacrifices she made to be with this man
 who now causes her
 so much heartache and pain
 She was numb with disbeliefshe no longer had control of her tears
 they fell freely
 Like a quiet summer rain | 
    
       | Pennies on the Pound
 Memories packed away in suitcases storedin dark closets collecting dust
 Love refused as old clothes unfit for usetattered and scattered about her heart
 like tumbleweeds on a prairie
 desiccated under the sun
 Will she ever love again? She doubts it
 For the pain of heartbreak has taken its toll
 and left her shameless
 Now she finds solace in the empty faces
 of the myriad men and women
 who fancies her punani
 for pennies on the pound
 
 An endless parade of debauchery and
 degradation in which she
 if only for a moment
 pretends to be loved
 
 It is in this state of
 exhilarated emotions
 that she feels totally alive
 totally free to be herself
 to breathe
 to love
 and be loved
 If only for tha... | 
    
       | A Violent Space (revised)
 Looking out my window
 Pained Upon a violent space
 Observing sullen souls Abstracted against the madness
 Society's masterpiece composed in blood
 A daunting delineation ofThe craziness associated
 With physical existence
 Insistent upon their destruction
 Violent faces consumed in violent placesUnforgiving of yesterday
 Misconceived pawns in a game Of imminent annihilation
 And I
 My life
 A mere speck within
 The infinity of time
 An atom amongst atoms
 Blowing in the wind
 ABRUPTLY BASED UPON A VIOLENT SPACE! An unknown entity Ejaculated by society
 Emulating
 The inner mechanics of that which I came
 Driven by insanityStimulated by a turbulence unseen
 I, a product of my societyProstituted by puppeteers
 Manipulating my Actions into
 Capitalistic gains
 Blo... | 
    
       | Pulse
 #korryn   I am not a beast I am not the monster  You make me out to be Condemned ostracized and  Castrated - a leper of  My community Just to kill me with impunity Slaughter me and Call it democracy To silence me It's a ***ing fallacy Perverting normalcy Crazy all the bodies There is not enough dirt To cover your hypocrisy Everything you touch Ends in atrocities Your lies and deceit Cunning and chicanery Eclipse insanity Evokes a calamity which  Inflicts humanity A sham on society Your democracy I've had enough Sickened and alone Barricaded in my home Today my voice Shall finally be heard I speak with the blunt force Trauma  Of my Enemies  Words     We are not animals to be hunted. Nor, are we crazy!  We're tired frustrated ... | 
    
       | Black ButterflyOur children are dying
Slaughtered upon amerikkkas streets
Their blood soaks the concrete
A mother cries a tearful song of death
Another Afrikan child 
Has taken his last breath
Written off as a statistic
For the caucasian another victory
An endless cycle of genocide
But how can we stem the tide
Made in amerikkka
The afrikan youth
On the brink of extinction 
Depraved in the red white and blue
Fighting the odds to becoming a man
Set back in life for taking a stand
The Afrikan males life
From beginning to end
From the ghettoes to the state pen
Than back again
Black on black crime
Ignorance is high
Unknowing or unwittingly
Were're killing for their side
"WHITE MAN CAPITALIZING OFF OF US DOING TIME"
Private prisons appearing as maggotts
Devouring our souls
A race trapped in an abyss of time
But revolutionaries 
Revolutionize
A vision to recognize
Knowledge will open doors
On a world where 
The Afrikan soars high with eagles
Beyond the ...
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       | My GodHer lips 
The beacon that drives me ever 
so close. Her eyes what dreams are made of
Her skin melanated 
Emanates perfection
Fertile voluptuous 
She is the truth absolute
None can compare 
Not even close
Her carbon the darkness that
Enlightens my world
Her feminity 
God
The source of life
The gateway from which all 
Sentient beings emerge
Fierce and unperturbed 
She is my backbone 
My strength 
My God
And I 
Her weapon of defense
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       | Coffee
 she came as a breath of fresh air as beautiful as morning glory embraced by dew bathing epiphanic under the yawning sun gentle as a breeze her softness my hallucinogen I melt in her arms continuously I am in awe of her beauty breathtaking delicate feminine black beautiful melanin I fell into her spell with alacrity coffee black no sugar no cream my Queen envied and persecuted her essence the epitome of strength like coffee black no sugar no cream my Queen | 
    
       | Fallen Stars
 What are fallen stars?Are they, faded dreams,
 Disappointments, streaking across the night sky?
 
 Resoundingly repeating and reminding us of our failures. Or, are they, the gaiety of children,
 Running amuck amongst the planets, causing mischief and mayhem.
 
 Could it be that they are missives just for me, of a love Waiting, patiently?
 
 A love I have yet to find, divine,
 Tangible, a love all mine.
 
 Could fallen stars be; tears of a broken heart broken Once too many, or love sabotaged?
 
 For you see
 I have yet to find my true love...
 But in searching, I have drowned, in many a Mirage.
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