Black Poetry : azurepoem: dream house

[mensahpoetic]

for the absolute love of my life...elayne.

I bought us a house in Havana/Assata & the ghost of little Emmitt will be/keeping watch on our children. The republic 90 miles away slapped our lives with an embargo/the exhange of new ideas have been taxed/and still...prisoners read "soul on ice" & wonder where the revolution talk went...cuz it **** sure/abandoned our needs...

Our lawn/green enuf to make democracy/a true reality will be watered by/intricate precipitations/that Lumumba rain down...reparations will grow out of our garden/slave chains hang wind chimes from our front door/and our welcome mat/will be a notebook...all who wish to enter/must write a poem/and feel good.

I can smell your chicken/and macaroni baking/the sky blue & resplendent/with Malcolm's smile...while trying to grow dreads/i sit, thinking if there's an azurepoem/inside the roots of you hair where/we become one when the kids/are finally asleep. The years between us are/but an eyeblink for God/but our forever is fortified by your cooking/and our kisses after arguments.

Now/our home is our home/and no savings & loan says otherwise but/we don't own the land/public property, built a swingset for the neighborhood kids/our 2nd story is an open mic/when the troops sleep...cuba revolution calls & tantric sex in Spanish...their poems speak of blood's power/and death to silence...mensah & Nzingha color skin tones in their coloring books/knowing that their mommy & daddy...if anything...will keep them safe.

We empty Corona bottles/and scraps of your quesidilla recipe/the sun is coming home soon/so we, tidy up, send the pack of kids discussing Che & Mumia home/turn off the lights while miles' "Shhh...Peaceful" plays & we undress each other/and you breath on my neck/sliding me in/keeping your thighs tense/knees in the bed/and you're sitting up...rocking...rocking...rocking to end this day's azurepoem...with a proper orgasm...and sweaty afterkisses...before we do this all over again...tomorrow.

 

[elayne.]

my perfectly poetic revolutionary!


i didn't even Mean to be the first one to reply to
this peace... but since i was hangin' around... i
thought i'd go ahead & leave somethin' behind
for you. ...you already know i love this.
(no! not just 'cause it's for me!! )
the imagery is Fantastic... i absoulute-ly love the
way you lay down visuals! you are extreme-ly
talented... & anyone who Real-ly reads you can
testify to that!! thank you for painting a perfect
picture of OurUtopia.

power to the people...
& to dreams soon to be realized.

i am loving you,
elayne.

 

[alyce]

no doubt, you have the mind of one who is ancient....and the heart of one who has just been born.... a perfect combination.

Keep flowin the love... these reads are edifying...in so many ways!

alyce

 

[Nia Maishani]

elayne, what a blessing

Truly and honestly, this is a peace that struck a rarely struck chord with me. Thank you for taking us there. Hope the rest of the Fam catches this one.

*namaste*

 

[$$RICH$$]

indeed indeed dis hit home all da way !!