Where is my soul mate??

i mean, someone who's hot with a lot of tattoos and piercings. Someone artistic but goal oriented who values Black liberation.

and who's not clingy

and not too artsy

yea. and the issue with artists and poets is that they take themselves too damn seriously
lighten the fuck up...geez

I used to feel bad if I didn’t come off as “deep” as someone else. But damnit, a lot of yall ain’t talking about shit anyway.

“What good do your words do if they can’t understand you?” ~Erykah Badu
If you’re tryna reach the masses, use words we can comprehend. And if you’re not, (and at times, I’m not) use whatever words you please!

but that’s neither here nor there…

My perfect partner, where are you???

I'm Sorry For...2009

So I have no time to even think...and my computer is broken. Second semester senior year has eaten up every bit of my energy. Somebody pray for me.

Random thought of the day...

What if the Holy Trinity consisted of the Mother, the Son, and the Holy Ghost??

Would it make you think of God any differently?

Would the wrath and the compassion and the omnipresence actually make more sense??

Would that discount that I've had a father, since I surely don't have one on THIS planet?

Merry Christmas to me!

I got a new guitar for Christmas! Acoustic love through melodic phrases graces my mind and will soon kiss your ears...

btw...check out my myspace page. www.myspace.com/profasi

My fingertips graze your body in my dreams

...memorization...

Every unique crevasse like Braille

It writes its own poetry

I merely share it so people can anticipate the real

I Wear The Mask

For my own sorrows
my heart is heavy.
I don't give a damn what you are going through.
Constantly I'm faced with motivation
but no follow-thru
And 90 lbs later
I'm trying to melt it all away with voodoo
Concocting my anticipated happiness
with cayenne lemon and molasses
And he loves me
but I don't love myself
I felt that if I could turn knobs
I could acquire wealth
But unless I'm at the mic
I'm really only turning my stomach.
Repulsed by the days
and the weeks before May
when I grace that graduation stage
Family from the windiest chillin at Armstrong
dazed by the thousands of smilin faces.
Thought I could replace them by temps
But HU families have ripped my heart
more than my sworn enemies' whips.
At least my foes had been identifiable.
Now "family trips" dance around
awkward bits where
no one knows who's really brother or sis
So I attempt to shrink into nothingness
But I'm hard to miss.
Now after all this is said and done
My 1st solstice spent with degree in heart
shows no promise of independence.
God says don't worship worldly possessions
But She should know I need a place of my own
Alone
I am left with no veil
of my so-called unnatural cravings
My unhealthy addictions
My afflictions
Afraid of what my God will say
I couldn't hear Her anyway
...Leading into my own interpretation
I sway
Rocking back and forth
As teardrops illuminate my pity parade.
But all anyone ever sees of me
Is the life of the party.
Poetic mind and a clown face.

Ice Cream

I would make love to you
Like ice cream dripping
Hands sticky
Sweet
…I like it with caramel
Swirl
Aftertaste
Sweet tooth insatiable
Like after the 1st kiss
I remember it
Raining
Mind fluttering still
Butterflies kissing my cerebral
Whispering your name
And for years
I quieted them
Hands fluttering still
Thinking of grammar school embrace
Still
Feeling you
Smelling your neck
And I know that when I see you again
I’m gonna love you like ice cream