Black Poetry : Lives - The Anthology

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  1. captflash

    captflash Member MEMBER

    Feb 26, 2002
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    In my first life I heard sound, and saw only blur.
    I felt pain and discomfort. I knew hunger and thirst.
    I could move, but had no control.
    Sensations my mind had no name for assailed me.
    Large things pushed and pulled. They tugged, lifted, and squeezed me.
    I knew fear, but not it’s label.
    Sometimes terrible smells came on wet, slimy winds that smothered my top part.
    Gradually the blur began to clear, the big things I’d sensed took form.
    Wondrous objects came and went in my line of sight.
    Colors exploded in front of me.
    There were smells that brought a rumble to my middle part.
    And surprise --- A gurgle to my open place.
    A big thing, the warmest one, heard my sound.
    It screeched so loud warm, smelly matter filled the wrapping that held me.
    I made the same screeching sound --- In terror.
    In my first life there were so many wonders.
    And The Xanadu was an instinct deep in my awakening mind.

    LIVES 2

    In my second life I invented motion with purpose.
    Gone was the random flailing of before.
    Everything before me I saw with astonishing clarity.
    Two Big Things seemed to inhabit my world.
    One was with me almost all the time. It was the warmest, softest one.
    Soft One made funny noises and took away the warm, smelly stuff.
    The squishy, squirtie stuff that seemed to surround me constantly.
    The other Big Thing was scary, hard, and made sounds that rattled my world.
    Scary One came when the dark came.
    Scary One lifted me high and squeezed me.
    Scary One pushed hard, blunt, bony things in my middle part.
    Scary One pinched, tapped, and wiggled the lump above the hole in my top part.
    Finally, Scary One would cover my top part with prickly wetness.
    The smell, most times, was hard to tolerate.
    I invented retaliation with a goop I brought from inside.
    It smelled very bad. Scary One went away. Soft One made happy sounds.
    When my middle part was empty it bubbled and lurched. I made the screeching.
    Soft One covered my top part with something spongy and very warm.
    A hard knob was pushed at the hole in my top part.
    With minimum effort warm, sweet nectar filled me.
    The warm sweetness found the growling in my middle.
    I was content and disappeared; quite sure I was about to find The Xanadu.
    But then the warm, smelly, squirtie stuff suddenly appeared.
    I was back were I started, but The Xanadu was there --- I knew.

    LIVES 3

    In my third life my brain began its miraculous storage of information.
    I invented learning.
    It was apparent things in my world had labels.
    The Soft One was Mama, but I wasn’t ready to get that all out.
    The Scary One was Daaaadie—Daaa—Much easier.
    Scary One suddenly became Smiley One.
    Growing took all my energy. My middle part grumbled constantly.
    I learned my screeching sound brought immediate attention.
    I learned my screeching sound brought the sweet nectar.
    I learned my screeching brought warm, dry wrapping.
    And pats on the back of my middle part. In gratitude I gave my smelly air.
    My screeching sound brought me all my desires, but it bored me. Tired me out.
    To amuse myself I invented rolling.
    I found the stalks on my top and bottom useful for my rolling.
    Soft One made happy sounds when I rolled.
    I decided to reward Soft One and let her hear my new sound --- Maaaa.
    My roll invention and my new sound were wondrous. They paid great dividends.
    Maaaa and Daaaa held me, rocked me, cuddled me, and snuggled me.
    And then I disappeared.
    I think I have found The Xanadu. I’m safe, warm, content.

    LIVES 4

    In my fourth life I invented invention.
    My learning was rapid. I invented new things one after another.
    I learned there are different sounds that describe my parts --- My world.
    I learned these describing sounds are called words.
    My being was called Body. Maaaa and Daaaa liked to play with its parts.
    They tickled its chin, pinched its cheeks, tweaked its nose, and kissed its face.
    They patted its back and butt, (Daaaa’s name). (Bottom, Maaaa’s name).
    They tickled its feet and pulled its toes. In desperation I used my screech.
    My screeching, I’ve learned, has a describing sound called crying.
    Crying changed my environment. Crying got me what I want. I used crying often.
    I have recently invented coordination. My rolling has led to rising up.
    My rising up has led to sitting up. Moving my arms and legs has created motion.
    Maaaa and Daaaa saw this and happily said I’m crawling.
    So be it --- To investigate my world I crawled.
    My world was truly miraculous. Everything was strange. New. So much food.
    This then was The Xanadu. This wonderful place I’ve invented for me.
    Tomorrow I’d go. I would taste everything.
    My body needs fuel for the task ahead. The Xanadu filled me.
    The Xanadu is me --- I am The Xanadu --- The Xanadu must grow.

    LIVES 5

    In my fifth life I invented walking.
    A necessity to save my knees, hands, and toes.
    Necessity is The Me of invention.
    During the light time I patrolled my world. I tasted it.
    I found all types of interesting, sometimes savory, morsels in the fuzzy surface.
    I found more on the shiny hard surface.
    I gathered as I crawled. When my knees, hands, and toes hurt I sat. I rested.
    I took this time to taste my gatherings.
    Suddenly Mama was there, taking my gatherings away, shaking my hands.
    Mama made a loud describing sound: NO, NO --- NO, NO --- NO, NO.
    This was a new word. Loud. Powerful. I didn’t have an option. I cried.
    At dark time I was tired from my labor. Sore from my exploration.
    My stomach was full; my diaper was clean and dry.
    Mama laid me in the soft place with bars, and the woolly thing I can’t eat.
    I was supposed to disappear, but I couldn’t.
    I was infused with energy. My hands found the bars. An instinct cried: PULL.
    Suddenly I was upright. Swaying but upright. I looked down, my feet were gone.
    My feet were so far away, lost in the tangle of covering Mama calls blankie.
    A new instinct showed me how to move my leg. I took a step. I fell.
    I was back up in an instant. Stronger. My feet were closer. Free to move.
    Holding on I stepped again. And again. And again.
    I made a sound: Half gurgle, half screech. I was upright. I had triumphed.
    In my fifth life I invented walking. I AM THE XANADU. THE XANADU IS ME.

    LIVES 6

    In my sixth life I invented reason. I used my reasoning to modify my learning.
    I found my first truth: My world was part of a bigger world.
    This bigger world lived and thrived. Not because of me, but in spite of me.
    In my world, of course, I was King.
    I learned there were other beings like me.
    And still other beings like me who looked and smelled different.
    I learned quickly these other beings wanted the same things I wanted.
    That was impossible. This was my world. I was King. Wasn’t I?
    I used my Power Word: NO, NO --- NO, NO.
    When my Power Word failed I learned about hitting. Hitting worked well --- For a while.
    I grew quickly and my reason brought me understanding. I learned I must progress.
    I learned how to run, to jump, and go potty. I learned to protect my THINGS.
    Finally, to my terror and dismay I learned I must go to SCHOOL.
    Here I learned the most painful truth. Here there were many Kings and even Queens.
    My absolute rule was challenged. NO, didn’t work. Hitting, didn’t work.
    Crying made hiccups and sometimes wet pants. I learned sharing was easier.
    This existence was cruel, my importance no longer important.
    I found the bad thing that made me cry is called pain.
    It came with hurts of all kinds: cuts, skinned knees, splinters, and bangs on the head.
    Sickness found me: Measles, Mumps, and Chickenpox assailed me.
    All manner of discomfort seemed to follow and surround me. My world was gone.
    Right and wrong were taught, but mostly learned by example.
    Bad or good, hard or easy, popular or unpopular, cool or dorky, all begging for attention.
    My reason told me all choices were important, but something was missing --- Forgotten.
    My unique-ness, my special-ness all slipped away, buried by a thing called reality.
    My reason told me I was never special, never unique. I was not The Xanadu.
    The Xanadu was never me. My reason told me The Xanadu was --- Never.

    LIVES 7

    In my seventh life I became increasingly bored. There was nothing new to invent.
    I‘d seen life’s mysteries and conquered them all. I was special. Smart. Hip.
    School was the ultimate boredom. Teachers taught garbage --- Stuff that didn’t matter.
    They gave homework, wastin’ my ‘Hangin’ Out’ time. Not cool. Not near cool.
    My parents were worse. They gave me parent ****, and tried to make all the rules.
    They preached, pestered, threatened, and punished. My parents were ********. A pain.
    Parents and teachers. Like they’re pets sent from Hell. They feed on your misery.
    They piss you their grief. They **** on your freedom. They forget you exist.
    Never mind: ‘How’s by you?’ ‘Feel Ok?’ ‘Need some help?’
    Too busy chasin’ life? --- DID I ASK TO BE BORN?
    The coolest were my friends. Guys like me sayin’: “What’s the big deal?”
    And the girls. Way pretty cool. Way maximum cool. They looked good. Looked fine.
    Sometimes when they saw me they’d giggle and whisper behind their hands.
    Man, that wasn’t cool. Kinda’ put down. But sometimes one would wink.
    That one, the winker, was really fine. She’d say Hi, and I’d mumble ‘cause I was cool.
    I grew as years passed. I found I didn’t know it all. Suddenly my reason was back.
    I had lost it somewhere during a strange time called puberty, and I’d missed it not at all.
    Now I found reality, my perspective illuminated. Education beckoned me forward.
    Some teachers I learned to respect. Those who would challenge me most.
    Some teachers I viewed with contempt. Those who curried favor with gratuitousness.
    My parents became loving allies. The people I always could trust.
    The Winker became my confidant. Friend. My lover. Deep in my mind --- A tingle.
    An old memory awakened in the sweat of her lusty body. The blush of our breath.
    Something was out there, something I missed. A tool to build life from the chaos.
    But the here and now became more important. The flesh governed the soul.
    I stopped. I paused to reflect. I closed my eyes. I forgot to remember.
    I dreamed many dreams. I fell in love.

    LIVES 8

    In my eighth life I invented a most incredible adventure.
    Blithely I performed the profound.
    In my eighth life I offered my being, and committed to no turning back.
    With consent of the Winker, we married. And LIVES was begun again.
    I didn’t realize.
    Life whistled by in slow motion. No time was left to take time.
    My inventions were prolific, multiplying exponentially. Each unit of time overfilled.
    There were jobs, but no money; education, but no learning. A bed; no moments for sleep.
    I didn’t realize.
    There were arguments. Fights. Mad, and make up. Failures. Life’s lessons learned?
    There were ragged apartments and old junky cars. Macaroni and cheese and Spam.
    There were seconds of rage, moments of fear, minutes of laughter, and hours of love.
    I didn’t realize.
    Children were born. Some good times, some hard. There was sickness and scary times.
    There were fun, lazy days and mean hard work ways. Dark days of sadness. Despair.
    Yet we grew. We thrived. We were down, all around. We were boisterous. Stingy too.
    I didn’t realize.
    Every moment of life that passed through my space was invention unique unto me.
    I consciously fashioned what I would become, the triumph or loss I would taste.
    All my creations, so simply made, were passed quickly to the life rushing by.
    I didn’t realize.
    What power I held, and wield yet today. I’m amazed I just didn’t see.
    I pull in a breath; expel the trapped air, pushing all in the mouth for form.
    Articulated by tongue, shaped on teeth and gum, these lips give birth to my destiny.
    All-powerful. Invaluable. The beginning and end of us all.
    YES --- N0 --- NO --- YES --- I NEVER REALIZED.

    LIVES 9

    In my ninth life I invented time. An intrinsically valuable; most remarkable discovery.
    Time makes it possible to experience --- Not merely live --- Understand, not simply exist.
    Time gives me complacency; therefore contemplation. I am free from a need to explain.
    I find no desire to justify time or fill it with extraneous excuse.
    My invention needs no measure to contain it. No casing with a red glowing face.
    Reality is here and time is life’s scavenger. A gift of the aged to the old.
    A static marauder. But at once full of motion. This invention is maddeningly fickle.
    While it gives of my memories. Adventures. Disasters. It seeks to measure my worth.
    And it watches the vessel. As my life nears its brim. This cycle of participation absolute.
    Through all the years my inventions were many. Drops of life in experience’s cup.
    And my YES’ and NO’S are constructing the key that will open my Xanadu’s gate.
    Yes I’ve found it again, but it always was there. Just obscured by ego and greed.
    The Xanadu’s in us. A bright shining energy. Pulsing clearly at birth, and with death.
    These pure seconds of life are the soft clay of innocence. Prepared for the fingers of God.
    My newfound invention has sated my spirit. Brought enjoyment, great peace, and ---
  2. N2urSoul

    N2urSoul Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    WELCOME :wave: :wave:

    WOW! :eek: Look at all those 9 lives! :lol: Great/Spectacular piece of work!! Welcome to the family, I hope that you enjoy your stay, and look forward to readin' every syllable in each of your proses!

    I've also redirected this thread moving it from the Spoken Word Forum (which is an area where family are uploading sound/video files) and placing this thread into the GET YOUR FLOW ON area of this site...

    Thanks & keep on sharin' your pieces with us!

    :wave: :wave: :wave:
  3. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    welcome welcome welcome

    wit da most beautiful lives of scribe u vibe inside
    welcome to da playgrounds of Destee's place
    as i roam above i pass down dis love welcome within
    upon family & friends:) :wave: :wave: :wave: :wave: :wave: :jumping:
  4. captflash

    captflash Member MEMBER

    Feb 26, 2002
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    Dear N2urSoul,
    Thanks for taking the time to read and send along your comments. I didn't know for sure just what I was doing when I chose the posting area. Sorry if I caused any problem. jb
  5. Destee

    Destee STAFF

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    Jan 22, 2001
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    betwixt and between
    Wow CaptFlash ... awesome work! What a story you've told!

    The following lines brought a smile and chuckle to me ...

    That was impossible. This was my world. I was King. Wasn’t I?
    I used my Power Word: NO, NO --- NO, NO.

    And no, you've not caused any problems at all ... we're glad you've joined us ... just feel your way around ... make yourself at home ... all we ask is ... if you get the last glass of koolaid don't leave the empty pitcher in the fridge :)

  6. epiphany

    epiphany Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Raleigh, NC by way of Pittsburgh, Pa.

    Welcome to Destee's.....:wave: :wave: :wave:
    I really enjoyed your journey
    from the darkness to light
    from the crawl to the first walk...etc.
    this was very ingenious, I love it.
    brought back memories for me...experiencing
    it myself and with the birth/growth of my sons....:toast:

    Epiphany :heart:
  7. captflash

    captflash Member MEMBER

    Feb 26, 2002
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    Many thanks to Epiphany, $$RICH$$, Destee, and last but far from least, N2urSoul. Writing is hard work. Reader enjoyment makes it hard work I love to do. Thanks again.
  8. $$RICH$$

    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    we thank u for sharing a piece of your inner self and skillz
    most of all this artistic creation
  9. Defiantson

    Defiantson Well-Known Member MEMBER

    Jun 30, 2005
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    Wow, I was hooked on the first few lines. Loved it.
  10. watzinaname

    watzinaname Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Oct 4, 2003
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    If this work is not published it should be. Too bad it doesn't have a disclaimer, saying don't let the length of this stop you from reading. Because it flows extremely smoothly, and yanks our minds in, taking us on life's wondrous inner journey. This piece is a feast for the mind. Bravo!!!!
    Thanks for bringing this one back.