CURVES floetry by MaNGOD There’s a war raging within My soul Peace of mind or not wanting to be alone It’s even more acute as You start to grow old Afraid to love or someone to hold Loved once, then twice, but
TITS AND BITS floetry by MaNGOD Gen Pop, bust off 8 shots from the Glock, now You down on lock Wondered what happened to the homies, through the self induced haze now You see, they’ve taken up residence rent free but not
MFUMO HUO (Synchronized) floetry by MaNGOD ShE bore the air of an heir to the forebears of Yester~There, where 4 rivers flowed together, no such thing as stormy weather, hips tethered to sturdy stock, address, The Garden@Third Rock Genetic coding foretold of
BLACK LIGHT floetry by MaNGOD I stare at this blank space, contemplating life Thirsty, I take a sip, qwerty aligns with fingertips, give props to Pac, “Hail Mary” and the Android spits Black Light I type all types of type, bout love
Breezes softened by heavy rains that invade the night, Accompany morning drizzles that powder the coarse follicles that form my crown Sunbeams illuminate clouds that rudely take possession of the sky Confused minds attempt to grasp time as they emerge from the
I have No Field of Lilies Only Cotton Flowers that Bloom When I dance Nurtured and watered by By Bloody Fingers that drip from being pricked Twirl Spin and Fly High Gravity is my Sky For I am unable to be
A time where all is exposed When minds run rampant Where pens blaze And words become weapons National poetry month 30 in 30 is the goal Subjects endless Emotions scattered Lives affected National poetry month History revealed Actions not taken Stories slowly
and i miss the Nile the scent of dark soil fisher men in solitude the birds’ songs the lovers’ cries the dogs’ barks the sound of crushing of old leaves on the side walk the warm hearts the frustrated smile of
Holding me gently Softly whispering in my ear That’s how we got here The silence in this moment is speaking loud and clear And it’s all I hear… My inhibitions, I try to hide But you give my body no choice but
It stands there waiting An inanimate object Cold and silent But soon it will come alive Soon it will roar He stands waiting His heart pounding, hands sweating His eyes focused on one thing The stage. And upon that stage The mic
When you cry, the wind stops breathing butterflies no longer sing the waters calmed by silence the moon makes you its center dimming lights for your monologue God bends His ears towards your vibration She speaks the universe into her whim the
Though it pains our hearts that you are gone,
joy overcomes our spirits,
because you finally made it home.
I never had a chance to say farewell my friend,
but I know that we will meet again in eternity.
I call you friend, but you were embodied as my brother.
You showed everyone so much love,
whether you genuinely cared, there was no wonder.