Saturday, April 24, 2021

those footprints those miracles so charged to awaken.

 

at your door assigned to wash some alienated motif. we knot in stomach attempting to open but the jar is too tight.

wasn’t long but it was rock bottom silenced to experience.

a math mystic a machine mystic with too many bars. by thematic color by Europe for assistance while white men uplift DMX.

life becomes comfortable to those surrendering while building. sullen edifice as it frets normality so cursed to be elusive.

reading clarity so soft for humans or re-bagging our cayenne pepper. flushed burgundy where she might smile it hurts to know we died early. loving to frolic or filled with luster so underprivileged.

                                                            I hear his music I remember his face such drastic transformation. to give life too gallant for submission. at miracles or dying in easiness while one just wants to feel loved. so much taken too much destroyed but life might have its gifts.

                                                            a soothing caress a need to feel her pulse to walk away and hear a cry. survival for survivors. medallions for heroism. a ghetto for 1870 through infinity. maybe will argue or debate with 1865 seeming like freedom. so much by 1863 into a gust while Crows were grimacing.

                                                            sky gifts or a chasm in conception so wild to see anger. we never discussed it. we never gave it credit. but we knew it seemed like too much.

                                                            shocked by Shock G, digital unto its grave, at times where believing seems essential. like ghosts in shrooms. like padding in rooms. or like memories during altered skies. in her bosom as laughter changes dynamics at guts to get up. so many stressing sights so delivered to souls too wild to explain.

            an aberration to some a gift for ghettoes or such articulation of universal depression; to pull from a song to die to a feeling while “I gots to get up.”

            so abstruse so absurd such aphorisms. where something said is something felt – for when it was said – it immediately spoke to our situation. sharpness or acumen or struggle unto resurrection; a prayer for their souls or a ride back to purgatory. we call it limbo, as Protestant children, while most blacks, from rough angels, are Baptists.  

                                    so amendable as in yielding to spaces killing innocence. too attenuated if not aggressive so much to decisions; so blighted the garden is suffocating those believers are gasping. needing support gathered into support while often failing support. can’t debunk our hearts can’t deceive invisibility while ruing souls seem to become God’s Language. a man hurting self over so many hills while debating Solomon. so demystified or trying to give credence with one gift left in signs. a soul in a pit bull or a memory hectic in a syllable where dying was so long alienation. to embitter our minds or to reach for beauty in a situation where hope seems estranged.    

                                    such facile reports as such a trend but it would hurt if they said nothing. a catch behind the eight ball, sure framed finesse, a heart bleeding in its resuscitation. helping hands or disappointment as living a curse; up for a time or down again while rising to become destroyed. souls at love so cold a chip on his shoulder. filled with furor such abated anger while surface was a step away.

            those footprints those miracles so charged to awaken.

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