Black Poetry : wordscape

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  1. romusthepoet

    romusthepoet Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    wordscape
    by romus simpson

    all this hunger & excess
    but i shall not preach
    though i feel like talking to you
    & walking with you
    hold my hands
    poems should just say
    guiltless as a snapshot
    the eye to an empty room
    or huge drifts of autumn sky
    metaphor indigenous unto itself
    i bring to you what i sing to you
    nation hemisphere word
    but i want to talk to you
    because we are here
    the country knows its sin
    & cannot stop walking tombstones into the future
    cadences the disappearances in folklore
    i see my face disappear sometimes
    someone is testing the system periodically
    omitted me for a casual moment
    then placed me back among the living
    i know they do such things
    turn some brothas off & turn the mourners eyes north
    the culture is a thousand mile long machine
    coming & churning & leaving nothing
    & i black & male a poet & educated to love
    have no prerequisite
    i am here

    i find a linear poem in the gap of a homeless man’s teeth
    it hangs there like spit
    word on word
    drawing down on the world
    his tongue tasting it
    an industrial sunset fidgets in his orange & gray beard
    muddy water in his crazy eye
    crows frenzy in the dark opal of his crazy eye
    black fingernail the split shoes
    arthritis & winter coming like a threat
    & the accusation in his crazy eye
    i walk faster
    the lights stops me
    my heart revs & cries

    a nest of round eyed women
    like owls from the relief shelter
    breathe in the hospice window
    & on the streets hidden below
    trekking through transmission fluid
    their men wait in violent guilt
    crack their knuckles & let their tattoos sing
    tote roses & iodine
    open car doors & bade the women ride & think
    come be my baby again momma
    i get a little wild over you sometimes
    aint no me without us
    lucinda sharie thelma jackie rose lupe raquel
    take these new shoes momma
    you aint one of these sorry ******* here
    they call the women’s names like angels
    oh love, among the disfigured
    love holding the hand of death
    love like an ocean in the lungs
    love like silence after the initial blows numb

    i see too much
    hear too much music
    narrate the city in profanity & grunts
    then a jazz of apologies
    i am sorry in interpreted allegro
    its my own voice speaking to people
    an hour of contrite 8th notes
    then the slowest whole note
    a funeral of round eyed women
    who suffer on as an echo reaches god after
    the mouth is still the eyes shut
    like stealing sunlight from the nile at dusk
    a ancient prayer they drink from

    at central transit
    the busses idle & exhale
    where we know one another here
    however briefly each day
    the women wave
    hello
    good to see you
    now i go back into the world
    & so do you
    que?
    i cannot hear you well,
    the smoke the busses
    cannot hear you
    the world rises again
    melancholy alchemy
    tail lights & disappearances

    post boards everywhere with any negro on them
    just smile wide & repeat down the scoffolding
    it could be me
    a hundred times over
    you never know
    it could be me
    the numbers are rotated
    nameless flat undead & eyeless
    growing faint in the din of the weather
    a brotha distilled to ink
    i feel conjured & not fully conjured
    so many things beyond my control
    i am so tired
    big negro downtown looking in the window
    in every city looking into windows
    mistaken & unclaimed
    & shattered by moonlight
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    hummmmm!!

    wit all respect i feel ya on dis tyght flow u vibe
     
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    blakverb Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    romus,

    what's up bruh. I noticed a few of your pieces on PWN. You are one talented cat. mos def.

    blak
     
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    romus

    this is a work of sheer art. Love the way you articulate your thoughts. Your style is truly unique and your soul runs rampant across my mental.

    Thank you

    a
     
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    peace brother...

    i loved this piece from the title...wordscape...yes indeed...to the descriptive imagery you painted. this piece, (to me) hinted of a quiet acceptance of reality...observance of all that goes on...sort of as if you just inhaled through your eyes everything around you as you stared out that window and then exhaled through the flow of words. very nice. I will continue to look out for more of your work for i am now intrigued. ;)
     
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    i love where you take me
    through the places you go and
    the things you see
    even the different ways your
    mind thinks
    i'm well travelled because
    i get to read you.
    -7:spinstar: