For your eyes, all my heart has felt and yet will feel I give. For your love, all of me that lives and does not live. I was never one of those in whose heart love lies But all must fall in love who see your eyes.
Tag: poetry
Living
Living is a fever On the outside, blistering heat Yet winter cold,within. I’ll light a fire in my soul, constantly and live until living kills me.
Attica 2014
In honor of every African, both in the Disapora, and at home, both those who have died for the struggle, and those who remain committed to the vision of a proud black Nation, like the one I was born in, the proud black continent that all of us belong to in one way or another, […]
Rant.
The center cannot hold Mere anarchy is loosed, until you let the center go Our ties and straps ripped asunder trampled under by mad men who would rather shred the deck of 52s than fold. The whole air smells like jet fuel, like a gas station aflame black billowy smoke interlaced with burning books What […]
