Follow me... and don't follow... or follow to not follow at all... I'm Leading.
Obscure, demure and impure
Thrashing, drowning— black waves of convoluted, prostituted fascination
Consummation
Segregation of sexes; sex is… other worldly
Parallels governed by pre-determined law
Abide, confide, so hide from it all, or none—maybe just some
Fears released—confined to mind… mine-- so fly
Realized in the confines of mind
Reaction ? Distraction—or distraction reaction for extraction
Anti-venom vials remove venom
System over powered—over power—your power… over… struggle
Take a denial shower, to lower…
Wash away the stains, or let it stay to make it go away
Push away—grasp tight! Pull back to you with all your might
Let go—but hold on, so we can let go
Let’s go, forward movement to two steps back, back…
Staying? Stay to walk away, or
Leaving? Walk away to stay because…
White soils to grey, grey to black—bleach it back
Or leave it black
Go to come—or come to go; suck or blow
Naiveté or know? No—
Ready to stop—ready to go… go…
Live euphoric while wallowing in morbid
Thoughts; thoughts torment
Love hard, hard loves, hates love, cuz love loves to
Go and come to all and some and still none
Follow the downward path to uplift
Ride high to lower grounds, easily found
Ride… slow… burn…
Slow to inevitable endings… so
Outbursts are outtakes, take out the burst of emotion—emotionless
Leaves me motionless…
Motion forward, walk back, back to forward motion
Give to love, love and give me love… my love
Sit with me—or stand with me, for me and against me forever
And never
Dumbly clever, not knowing whether one will grasp on to her
… a poor handle, tattered made of leather
Grab and miss—missed the grab! Or were you trying even…
No… eye-hand coordination
Nation relation—nation of one
Accepting some, expecting shun --excepting none
Birthday girl cake-- on candles make a wish and blow
Or are all her wishes blown out with candles?
Give a gift when you come, but take it with you when you leave
So come and don’t or leave and stay—either way
Speak— and still don’t say—or say but don’t speak
I will not hear but I will listen, but will you talk?
Christen my ears with your voice as whispers emit shivers
Which delivers my lyrical dissertation
Not for fun-- this is not recreation
But a re-creation birthing your contemplation
Of whether this is confusion or need of a standing ovation…
If it is my cake, why can’t I eat it?
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009
Created 5/18/09
Monday, May 18, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
Black Boy
This was written 2/26/06, about four months after Marcus passed. I was going to wait to post this on October 1, 2009, but decided there was no reason to wait; Marcus' birthday was May 9th. He will always be missed-- no matter what month it is. Love you, Cuz...
Black boy, black boy
How loved are you
Your scent is still here
And your presence too
Black boy, made man
Through troubles and struggles all his own
Made life decisions
and created his own visions
Through the struggle of his mother
And the ones he had to face on his own
All alone
Some wise, many foolish
For may this be the reason you are no longer here?
But whatever the reason,
Black boy, I still hold you dear
My fears and my pain
The worst conceived scenario
Wanting to deny it as it came crashing through my receiver
Past the midnight hour that night
To hear the news, Black Boy
That you had left us all behind
My soul cried, happiness and hope died
My heart continually mourns your memory
Not only akin' to me
A dear friend to me
And I know that someday
Not too early, but on Time
I will wake up to you, Black Boy
Just like in our dream
And wrap my arms around you once more
I will always love and miss you, Marcus.
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009
BLF
Black boy, black boy
How loved are you
Your scent is still here
And your presence too
Black boy, made man
Through troubles and struggles all his own
Made life decisions
and created his own visions
Through the struggle of his mother
And the ones he had to face on his own
All alone
Some wise, many foolish
For may this be the reason you are no longer here?
But whatever the reason,
Black boy, I still hold you dear
My fears and my pain
The worst conceived scenario
Wanting to deny it as it came crashing through my receiver
Past the midnight hour that night
To hear the news, Black Boy
That you had left us all behind
My soul cried, happiness and hope died
My heart continually mourns your memory
Not only akin' to me
A dear friend to me
And I know that someday
Not too early, but on Time
I will wake up to you, Black Boy
Just like in our dream
And wrap my arms around you once more
I will always love and miss you, Marcus.
Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009
BLF
Thursday, May 14, 2009
As I Free-Style for a While...
Got a meeting at 11 o'clock
Though I listen to the concerns to secure the homeland
Its you that can never be forgot...
All day long-- my clock will tic-toc
Only to wait to be resumed in our mental lip-lock
Yea, u still so fresh that I smell you thru the zip-loc
Always and forever, I want to be the Hip that makes Hip Hop's
Heart stop
Maybe one day he wont have to keep checking the time on the phone
No more will he be resolved to remain out of the zone
Aint no danger-- I told u bout a stranger--
Stranger things have happ-end;
but since I took it out the bag
Its kinda hard to fit back-in...
Dont know how -- and dont know when-- I was put in this position; but you only live once, so baby Im tryna do my liv-in...
Never sorry for the mental notes that are staccato-- with mellifluousness I kiss-dem
I have died a thousand deaths at your hands...your ressurection is indeed a blessin
If only for you to tell me you wont be able to withstand the Queen's zone
I have to be alright--busy busy-- because I will always be left alone
Until HE is resigned to call his child home...
Queen Poetess B © 5/14/09 BLF
Though I listen to the concerns to secure the homeland
Its you that can never be forgot...
All day long-- my clock will tic-toc
Only to wait to be resumed in our mental lip-lock
Yea, u still so fresh that I smell you thru the zip-loc
Always and forever, I want to be the Hip that makes Hip Hop's
Heart stop
Maybe one day he wont have to keep checking the time on the phone
No more will he be resolved to remain out of the zone
Aint no danger-- I told u bout a stranger--
Stranger things have happ-end;
but since I took it out the bag
Its kinda hard to fit back-in...
Dont know how -- and dont know when-- I was put in this position; but you only live once, so baby Im tryna do my liv-in...
Never sorry for the mental notes that are staccato-- with mellifluousness I kiss-dem
I have died a thousand deaths at your hands...your ressurection is indeed a blessin
If only for you to tell me you wont be able to withstand the Queen's zone
I have to be alright--busy busy-- because I will always be left alone
Until HE is resigned to call his child home...
Queen Poetess B © 5/14/09 BLF
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Again...
Taking a note...
Its just my thoughts... just how I was feelin' at the time...
Broken, yes... but still... I remain. I. I am. I am B-- Queen B, exactly... u cant take nothing from me... especially not lyrically... and you so fuckin stupid if you think I dont see... you think you have it, but the biggest part STILL belongs to ME!
Its just my thoughts... just how I was feelin' at the time...
Broken, yes... but still... I remain. I. I am. I am B-- Queen B, exactly... u cant take nothing from me... especially not lyrically... and you so fuckin stupid if you think I dont see... you think you have it, but the biggest part STILL belongs to ME!
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